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Linneth rose for her second flight on January 12,1999. As usual, J'on was in total denial of the situation...
Near Linneth, Linneth lands with uncharactristic abruptness.
Near Linneth, Eosith walks over from the center of the bowl.
You dismount Linneth, who crouches to minimize the drop.
Eosith carefully trots in, surveying the situation. The other males get a
careful blat, Linneth a less-constrained one.
Linneth growls at J'on, eyes whirling an unhappy red.
Linneth bespoke J'on with (( You are going to oil me after you eat! My
hide is dull and I look like a moldy little brown! ))
J'on shakes his head to Linneth, as if oblivious to her mood. "Don't be
silly, love, you do not. Why don't you take a nap?" He beams at her.
Linneth senses that Eosith brushes the lightest of greetings
against you, all feathery-cautious. (( Good afternoon, Linneth. ))
Ranth watches Linneth tensely.
Linneth whips her head around and just STARES at Eosith.
J'on bounces away happily.
Eosith immediately hunkers down, neck outstretched.
K'gen walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.
K'gen stumbles out of the LC, carrying a mug.
J'on(#5193POce$)
J'on is a young man, well-built and a little on the tall side of
normal. He has strong shoulders and capable hands. His hair looks light
brown in the shade, but when he emerges into Igen's bright sunshine it
seems to come ablaze with red highlights. It's damp at the moment. He
wears very loose, comfortable clothes in a light tan. They're rumpled
right now, as if he tried to sleep in them and failed. His only visible
jewelry is a pair of green earrings. His knot is Igen's black and gold,
with a bright green thread running through it. He also wears the patch of
Igen's Sandstorm wing. His deep, startlingly emerald eyes now look slightly
bruised from lack of sleep, and his expression is distracted and confused.
How he manages to smile so blissfully, as if he has not a care in the
world, is a mystery given the way he looks.. He has 24 Turns, 11 months,
and 16 days on him now.
Ranth warbles cautiously to K'gen.
J'on almost runs right into K'gen, and promptly grabs him up in a kiss. No
warning, no yell.
K'gen mmmeeeerrps! and hugs J'on.
Linneth senses that Eosith tries again, the same feathery touch. (( You are
very pretty today, Linneth? ))
Eosith senses that Linneth is absolutely radiant, but she doesn't
think so. (( My hide is dull and dirty and I am a total mess! ))
Linneth crouches down and hides her head under her wing.
Linneth senses that Eosith croons reassurance. (( I do not think
so. I think you are very pretty. If you would feel better, we could go to
the lake to wash. ))
Ranth lowers his head and croons mournfully.
K'gen smiles at J'on, "How are you?"
Eosith senses that Linneth just wants to hide.
J'on finally comes up for air. "Loooooovely! I feel so great! Let's go
gathering!"
Eosith straightens up, half-unfurling his wings.
K'gen says "Gathering?"
Eosith bespoke Linneth with (( You can hide behind me -- I will
save you from the stares of all these others. ))
J'on nodnods. "We'll get Siara, and Macami, and go to a Gather somewhere!"
K'gen hmmms, "I don't know of any gathers going on right at the moment..."
Linneth hunkers lower.
Eosith takes a cautious step, then another, towards Linneth.
You say "Well, THAT's silly. Why not?"
K'gen hmmms ... "Simply not planned for today..."
You say "Why not? It's GORGEOUS, we need a gather!"
J'on bounces on the balls of his feet.
K'gen hmmmms, "Well, I think I have enough fedoras to sell for one..."
You say "Maybe we can get Tier to make us cookies!"
K'gen grins, "Hmmm. But it's so much work to have one today..."
Eosith takes another step, then another, his wings unfurling as he
approaches the red-eyed Linneth.
Linneth looks perfectly willing to ignore you all.
You say "Oh, but it would be FUN!"
Eosith carefully insinuates himself between Linneth and the bulk of the
other males, his wings carefully spread to hide as much of her from them
as possible.
Eosith bespoke Linneth with (( Is that better? Does that help? ))
Ranth watches Eosith, eyes awhirl, and then turns his gaze back to Linneth,
moving not an inch.
Linneth bespoke Ranth and Eosith with (( LEAVE ME ALONE! ))
Eosith and Linneth sense that Ranth's mindvoice is soothing,
((Soon you will fly and leave us all behind. ))
Eosith whips his head around to hiss at Ranth, the source of all Linneth's
trouble.
Ranth rumbles quietly to Eosith.
K'gen hmmms and starts to move away from the dragons...
J'on follows K'gen, more because he's moving then because of the dragons.
"We could get a harper..."
Eosith bespoke Ranth and Linneth with (( Move away?? )) The little
blue blusters in outrage. (( I am protecting her from you! ))
Ranth bespoke Eosith and Linneth with (( No. You are crowding her. I am
all the way over here. ))
K'gen hmmms, "What would the harper do?
Linneth sits up and bugles loudly and angrily.
Ranth rumbles again to Eosith. See?
Eosith shuffles away, his wings still hiding Linneth from the other males.
Ranth rises from his place, spreading out his wings to their fullest in
display before pulling them back in and settling farther off.
Linneth senses that Eosith wurbles in a hurt tone, (( You did not
tell me I was too close. I do not want to make you mad, Linneth. I want to
make you happy. ))
Ranth bespoke Eosith and Linneth with (( He hides you Linneth
because he does not think you are fit to be seen now. But I know that your
beautiful, shining hide cannot be hidden by this one's wings. ))
J'on turns to his green, hands on hips. "Linneth! Just take a nap,
sweetie. It's all right. Just take a nap, and we'll go bathe and oil you
all over!"
Siara walks over from the center of the bowl.
Siara runs in, frowning, right to Ranth's side, placing a hand on his
hide.
K'gen mmmmmms, seemingly oblivious to all of this.
You say "SIALOVE! Come here, dearling! We're going to go gathering!"
Ranth and Linneth sense that Eosith responds hotly, (( She is
bothered by your attentions! She only wants to be alone, and you only
/stare/ at her. ))
Ranth bespoke Eosith and Linneth with (( I cannot help it if her
hide draws my eyes. It would take a stronger dragon than I am to take them
from her! ))
Siara looks at J'on doubtfully, "We are?"
K'gen mmmms.
K'gen says "How do the earrings feel, J'on?"
You say "They feel great! Or don't feel. Or something!"
J'on bouncies. "And yeah, let's go gathering, I want to dance!"
Eosith snorts and adjusts his wings again, trying to cloak the hotly
glowing Linneth.
Siara says distractedly, 'The green looks nice. The earrings I mean. We
could dance here if you want. We can't leave right now."
Kyliven walks over from the center of the bowl.
Kyliven waves as she heads through, with a sigh for Eosith.
Kyliven heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern.
IgenW-LC: Malan smiles, "Hello."
IgenW-LC: Kyliven shakes her head as she ambles over towards the meal
tables.
You say "Why not? I want to go...even if Linneth is grumpy."
IgenW-LC: Malan looks puzzled, "Is something wrong?"
Linneth continues to hide. But her tail is switching a little.
IgenW-LC: Kyliven shrugs, then shakes her head as she studies the spread.
"Probably, and nothing at all. Linneth's proddy, which has sent J'on off,
and Faranth only knows when she'll rise. In the meantime, Eosith's all but
attacked Ranth, and it's making /me/ itchy, too."
IgenW-LC: Malan says "Eosith and Ranth? Ouch."
Siara shakes her head again, "You can't." she says simply. She glances at
K'gen, "He still has no idea?"
K'gen mmmms, "I don't think so.
J'on hums, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Linneth
relaxes into sleep, tail finally pausing in its movement.
IgenW-LC: Malan says "Maybe that means Linneth is close."
Siara nods grimly. "J'on!" she says loudly, but pleasantly.
IgenW-LC: Kyliven nods gloomily, then chooses a meatroll. "It's not much,"
she observes as she heads for a table, "But perhaps it'll be enough for
now." She rubs at the back of her neck with a grimace.
J'on starts and looks over. "Huh?"
Idrelth lands carefully.
Laurene slides down Idrelth's side to land lightly upon the ground next to
him. Her hand remains on his hide for a moment and the brown rumbles
softly.
IgenW-LC: Malan says "You look awfully tense yourself."
Siara glances over at Laurene and waves distractedly.
IgenW-LC: Malan says "Would you like me to rub your neck a bit? It might
feel better."
Laurene slides down off Idrelth, disgruntled. "This is /not/ the direction
I was heading in, Idrelth." She cuts the words off as she spots Linneth. A
small groan escapes her. Muttering under her breath, she works at removing
Idrelth's straps.
You say "When can we go dance, Sialove? I just can't keep my feet still!"
Siara repeats, "J'on ! You know what - there's things to do to get ready
first. Okay?"
You say "Sounds wonderful! Can Tier make us cookies?"
J'on's eyes look increasingly manic.
IgenW-LC: Kyliven shakes her head, waving Malan away. "No -- no, thank
you. It's not something that can be rubbed away." She sighs and rips her
meatroll into increasingly smaller chunks. "Only time, and that sharding
green going up."
IgenW-LC: Malan says "I know it wouldn't fix it. But it might give a
little relief."
Siara says carefully, "I'll see. But before we go you should go to the
necessary and have something to drink. Okay?"
Sooth lands carefully.
You say "You're right! I should! You're so smart, Sialove!"
Idrelth settles down comfortably, expectently, a bit away from Linneth.
J'on kisses Siara soundly.
Linneth is sleeping, deeply. Not even a twitch. At the moment.
Siara smiles at J'on, "Want me to come with you?" she asks with unusual
gentleness.
You say "Please?"
IgenW-LC: Kyliven shakes her head again. "Don't think so. It's a mental
itch, more than anything. Eosith's fault." She rubs at the base of her
skull again.
Ranth rises up on his haunches bugling angrily at the Istan blue.
IgenW-LC: Malan nods slowly, "If you say so."
Laurene stalks into the living caverns, lugging Idrelth's straps after
her.
Laurene heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern.
IgenW-LC: Laurene comes in from the Bowl.
Siara glances back at Ranth worriedly and then nods, offering J'on her
hand.
Lyree escorts the pair of weavers, this far, pointing to the caverns
entrance. "I should be in there when you're ready to return." She pauses
at the bugle before making it into the entrance however.
IgenW-LC: Malan waves, "Hello Laurene."
K'gen blinks as a flit comes to him. He blinks and reads the note on the
leg of the lizard. He growls, "Shards!"
Eosith adjusts his wings once more, trying to keep Linneth hidden from the
other blues.
IgenW-LC: Malan goes back to working on his drawing.
Darloth lands carefully.
Siara glances at K'gen, as she leads J'on towards the living cavern. "What
happened?"
IgenW-LC: Laurene makes her way into the living caverns, muttering under
her breath and lugging Idrelth's riding straps with her. She takes them to
an out of the way spot and dumps them. "Sharding green dragons are always
proddy."
K'gen says "I have to go to Telgar. They're asking me to share my maps to
help predict the next set of Threadfalls because of my discoveries of the
dust of thread in the Wastes...."
IgenW-LC: Kyliven half-waves to Laurene. "And it always seems to be
Linneth," she calls back. "Is Idrelth making you itchy, too?"
K'gen says "It's rather insistant too."
Sooth settles himself at a respectful distance, having simply followed his
rider, but his eyes take on a more rapid whirl as Eosith's bulk fails to
completely hide Linneth.
Siara frowns, clearly torn, "But...you can't go," she says reluctantly to
what she deems the best competition. "Not now."
J'on micronaps midstep. Scary.
K'gen sighs, "I don't... have a choice..."
K'gen says "They're worried that the pattern could indicate a nasty fall
tomorrow if it's right."
Ilmarith lands carefully.
((Lyree's desc))
You see a graceful woman with a pleasantly curvaceous athletic build,
having roughly 39 1/2 Turns. Her ankle-length, coppery hair has aquired
highlights of red and blonde from turns under Ista's bright sun. As usual,
it is loosely braided to keep it all out of her way. You get the
impression that she is easy-going, and hard to ruffle. Her green eyes
sparkle with intelligence and curiosity. She is dressed in flying gear.
It's kind of hot for Ista's usual weather, but well suited to chilly
upper air, and icy between. Pinned carefully to her shoulder is an
assistant Weyrlingmaster's knot in Ista's colours, black and orange, with
a blue thread for her dragon. Just below that is the patch of a
dragonhealer trainee, noticeably newer than the knot.
Siara frowns, giving J'on a little push. "But...oh, he's going to be very
upset!"
K'gen sighs, "I'll have to deal with it later. I can't have this cost
lives, Siara."
J'on wakes up and his eyes fall on Lyree. "Welcome to Igen!" he carols.
"Duties and all that..."
Siara sighs, throwing up her hands in despair. "I know..."
Darloth seems a bit disappointed as well, but makes for the skies.
Darloth tenses, then springs upwards.
R'vyl slides down Ilmarith's side, using the straps to slow his
descent.
Lyree is distracted from a frowning appraisal of Linneth by the mention
of a nasty fall, and shifts the mass of purple straps higher on her
shoulder, then is distracted again by J'on. "Yes, Ista's duties to Igen
and her queens." Her hand extends automatically. "I'm Lyree, Sooth's
rider.."
Ranth gazes at Sooth, tail twitching back and forth, back and forth.
Siara almost slaps Lyree's hand away from J'on and then winces.
"Sorry..."
Eosith hisses at Sooth, modulating it only slightly to rumble at Ilmarith.
Lyree starts slightly, then shakes her head. "No, I am, I wasn't
thinking."
Siara gives J'on another little push, "Something to drink. While you still
have some time. and the necessary."
Sooth seems unperturbed by the malevolence focused in his direction,
though he makes no move to get closer to the napping green.
You say "Oh! Right. Sure. Lyree! Want something to drink?"
Lyree gives a last, almost accusing glance to the sleeping Linneth, then
sighs, "Yes, I think that might be welcome."
Siara nods and leads them towards the living cavern.
Siara heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living Cavern.
You head into the Igen Weyr Living Cavern.
Igen Weyr Living Cavern(#600RJMQ)
Igen's living cavern is an immense hollow in the volcanic caldera,
stretching up two stories, the light of the glows and the hearth reflected
in the quartz which peppers the swirled sandstone unique to this region.
One hundred feet wide and one hundred and fifty feet long, the room could,
and, as the social center of the weyr, often does, seat the entire weyr.
Tapestries adorn the walls, depicting scenes from Pern's past. The head
table sits upon a raised platform at the far eastern side of the room, in
front of a huge fireplace which is continually burning.
A wide balcony overlooks the cavern, and large tunnels lead west out to
the bowl, and south to the kitchens. A smaller tunnel leads off to the
east, beyond which lay the inner caverns of the Weyr. A small doorway in
the northern wall opens to the infirmary, and a quiet door to the
northeast opens into the Records Room. In the corner one may +view a
plaque.
Tables fill a good portion of the room. One can '+view' them at a glance,
or get '+help places'.
Contents:
Siara
Laurene
Kyliven(#5003PJcem$)
Malan
Meal Table
Obvious exits:
Bowl STairs Records Room INFirmary Kitchen Inner Caverns
Malan waves to Siara and J'on, looking at J'on curiously.
J'on kerboings in behind Siara, beaming manically.
Siara comes in with J'on, giving him another gentle push, this time
towards the necessary.
Linneth: Lyree heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living
Cavern.
Lyree comes in from the Bowl.
Kyliven is hunched over a meatroll, which she is methodically tearing
into bits. Every so often, a hand goes up to rub at the base of her skull.
At the arrival of the others, her head snaps up, gaze focusing first on
J'on before acknowledging the others. "Igen's duties," she calls to the
strange rider.
Siara waves vaguely at Lyree, "This is Lyree?" she checks back to the
rider. "Lyree." she tells Kyliven and Laurene. She brought a dragon too."
she adds, tone irritable.
J'on waves to everyone, then bounces over to the necessary. He's singing
some offcolor seacrafter song or other under his breath.
Linneth: R'vyl drops down off of Ilmarith, taking in the scene silently,
then turning back to look at Ilmarith with wry resignation. "I see," he
murmurs, as if to himself, as Ilmarith establishes himself, tense and
alert, rumbling a similarly toned, if lighter, return to Eosith, then
turning to stare intently at Linneth. R'vyl shrugs, and trails after the
others toward the living cavern.
Linneth: R'vyl heads through the main entrance, into the Weyr's Living
Cavern.
R'vyl comes in from the Bowl.
Lyree returns the greeting, nodding to her name, and with a slightly
rueful smile. "Actually, I brought weavers, but..." She shrugs.
Siara makes her own trip to the necessary, returning a while later and
pouring drinks for herself and for J'on. "Anyone else?" She takes her
glass of wine, and sips at it carefully.
Lyree nods again at the offer of wine.
Laurene sighs heavily, "Worse, Kyli. Idrelth is now perched in preparation
and I'm missing a trip to Red Sands to visit my mother."
Siara sloshes some into a glass and holds it out to Lyree, refilling her
own. "K'gen had to leave," she notes to the others.
Linneth: Eosith grumbles under his breath as he adjusts his wings yet
again in an attempt to hide Linneth from the others. It's not working all
that well.
Malan eyes all the riders thoughtfully.
J'on wanders out of the necessary, stretching. "It's hot in here!" Never
mind that it's always hot at Igen. "R'VYL!!!!" He beams at the collection
of blueriders, missing Laurene behind Kyli. Perhaps it's as wlel.
Kyliven grunts at Laurene. "Can't drag him away?"
Lyree accepts the glass and sips, eyes roving the cavern.
Laurene says "I couldn't drag him away if he was the size of a
firelizard." Her tone is disgruntled, unhappy. "At least it's a green
flight so I'll have a hope of being coherent after it."
Siara perches on the edge of a table, downing the second glass of wine,
"Why'd you want to go Laurene? Ranth and I never miss a flight if we dont'
have to."
Linneth: Sooth stretches langorously, apparently unconcerned with the
tension, but his eyes still whirl rapidly.
R'vyl wanders in after the others, making his way toward the meal table
without looking up, as if he is trying to ignore the rest of the world.
This attempt fails as he looks up with sudden surprise at J'on's shout.
"Hello, J'on," he says, not that loudly.
J'on stares off into space again, eyes totally blank.
Siara nods to R'vyl, swinging her legs. She hops off the table and goes to
press the glass into J'on's hand. "Drink," she suggests.
Lyree grins a bit at Siara's remark about not missing flights, but doesn't
comment.
Macklin ambles out from the inner caverns.
J'on starts and spills the drink on himself. "Wha? Huh? That's COLD!"
Malan unobtrusively checks the wine supply, then murmurs to a kitchen
drudge.
Malan waves to Macklin, "Afternoon."
Macklin says "Afternoon." He looks around, frowns. "Seen Lyria?"
Malan says "Today? No."
Siara winces, "I'm sorry! At least it woke you up a little...here..." she
hands him some napkins. Then she glances back to Lyree and smiles, "I'm
Siara, by the way. I know it's no fun to be at a weyr for a flight when no
one will talk to you..."
Malan says "The last time I saw her was last night. She was gonna stay in
your studio."
Lyree rapidly drains the rest of her glass, then suddenly realizes she's
still draped with flying straps. She locates a peg for these, tries to
take another sip, and notices the glass is empty. She peers at the table,
debating the wisdom of a refill.
Macklin shakes his head, laughing. "It figures. Thanks." He snags a roll
on his way towards the Bowl.
Macklin walks out to the Bowl.
Linneth: Macklin walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.
Linneth: Macklin walks over towards the center of the bowl.
Linneth: Ilmarith continues staring at Linneth, ignoring the other dragons,
and especially Eosith's futile attempts to hide Linneth. His wings rustle
as he stretches them to half extension, then refurls them with a snap.
Linneth: Linneth is still snoozing. Even her tail is limp. For now, of
course. Her head is hidden under her right wing.
Linneth: Ranth waits, very, very quietly, only his tail moving slowly back
and forth.
Malan takes a wineskin to Lyree, "Would you like more?"
Lyree then peers at Siara, taking in the sense of the comment. "Oh.. no,
that is.. well, thank you, but I'm fine." She tries a smile for the other
bluerider, and unthinkingly holds out her glass when Malan offers.
Malan refills Lyree's glass.
Siara nods and cautiously attempts to dry J'on off without touching him
at all.
Kyliven fidgets and rubs at her neck again. She pushes her meatroll bits
around her plate with one finger.
J'on suddenly seems to get a moment of clarity. "Oh, FARANTH. It's time,
isn't it?" He blushes scarlet. "It's time." He looks around, trying to see
who might be staring at him, or carefully avoiding it.
Siara nods, waving the napkin ineffectually at him. "Right. But you're all
ready. You went to the necessary and you had something to drink," she says
encouragingly, though her voice is a bit ragged.
R'vyl nods, with a certain restraint, toward the rest of the cavern, then
turns toward the meal table, studying it as if it is one of the most
interesting things that he has ever seen, though his gaze is strangely
absent, surveying the same three dishes over and over again. He does turn
to stare at J'on at the sudden exclamation, but almost as quickly turns
back to the meal table.
J'on looks out at the bowl, and he smiles again...that insane edge still
there, but a little more predatory, and the high color only fades a little
from his cheeks.
Linneth: Eosith finally allows his wings to droop a bit and straightens
his legs, still vainly trying to hide Linneth. It would probably be easier
if he weren't only two meters longer than she.
Lyree watches Siara mother J'on, frowning a bit, she was almost sure Siara
wasn't Eosith's rider... pretty soon the second galss is empty too. She
looks at it a moment, then quite deliberately sets it on a nearby table.
Time enough for that later.
Laurene flumps down in a seat. "I'd like to visit my family now and then,
Siara. It seems like every time I get ready to do so, some green goes
proddy and Idrelth can't be pried away.
Linneth: Linneth twitches her tailtip.
Lyree turns to the disgruntled Laurene, and nods. "I know what you mean.
It seems I can't leave Ista without running into a rising green." She
gestures out to the bowl to support the statement.
Kyliven stands suddenly, then stares at her plate as if lost.
Siara moves off from J'on, as he seems oblvious to her now, "No one say
anythign about K'gen," she murmurs to the others. She glances at Laurene,
"Well, get them to come here then." She nods to Lyree, "I got caught in
one or two at Ista. I can't remember now whose though."
Linneth: Sooth's tail twitches, almost in tandem with Linneth's though
there's no other outward sign of his building anticipation.
J'on runs a hand through his hair, beginning to pace again. He's trying to
take long, slow breaths. It isn't working.
Malan intercepts the drudge with the extra wineskins and stashes them
within easy reach.
Linneth: Ilmarith's gaze fixes on Linneth's motion. He shifts forward
slightly, then is completely still, alert and watching.
Siara takes a third glass of wine and downs it quickly, pushing her hair
back from her face, her fingers tapping lightly on the table edge, her
gaze following J'on closely.
Malan sits down, finally, and watches.
Linneth: Eosith crouches, then stands, then crouches again, his attention
now torn between the other blues and Linneth.
Linneth: Idrelth's eyes whirl slowly, intently. His body tightens, muscles
ready to propell him in the air for the feeding grounds at the slightest
hint that the green might be waking.
J'on gives a low growl under his breath. "They're WATCHING me..." Siara,
Laurene, and Kyliven might remember the last time they heard that.
Lyree finds herself with her glass, or at least, /a/ glass, in her hand
again, and scowls at it. She puts it down again, and takes several steps
away, ending up near a wall, which she leans against, for the time being.
Kyliven blinks at her plate again, then turns slowly, her eyes finally
lighting on J'on. She makes no move towards him -- yet, content for now to
merely view from afar.
R'vyl clasps his hands in front of him, turning around and leaning against
the meal table, gaze skimming the living cavern, restlessly flicking from
one person to the next, the next too often being J'on.
Linneth: Ranth ignores the other blues for now. His gaze rests on
Linneth's haunches, waiting for the slightest twitch.
Siara tries to drag her eyes away from J'on, unsuccessfully. "I'm sorry..."
she says helplessly.
Linneth: Linneth tail twitches again. Harder. And one wingfinger stirs.
Laurene, not actually watching J'on, doesn't apologize. There's not much
she can do about Idrelth, however.
Linneth: Ranth tenses, leaning forward and flexing his wings, in
readiness.
Lyree suddenly straightens, and pins down a drudge, giving him a message
for the poor weavers who're about to be stranded here, then twitches, an
odd glaze coming over her eyes, and she turns to the bowl.
Linneth: Sooth doesn't wait for more, he heaves his bulk up, and takes
wing. Now where are those darn animals? He can smell them...
You say "Don't watch me, don't STARE at me, don't WATCH me!"
Linneth: Sooth tenses, then springs upwards.
Linneth: Eosith crouches again, his tail wrapping about his form in a
crude effort at casualness.
Siara slides down from the edge of the table, standing stiffly, eyes
turning at last to the bowl.Her back arches as if some unseen force pulls
her that way. And so it does.
J'on yells on a rising crescendo and runs.
Kyliven shudders, rubbing absently at the back of her neck once more,
before following J'on.
You walk out into the Bowl.
Field outside the Main Entrance
Activity surrounds you as you gaze over the road which runs beneath the
huge cliffs which form the southeastern section of the Igen Weyr Bowl. The
wall opens here in three places... the middle one seems the most busy
although the northernmost one is the largest. The ground under your feet
is solid and rocky, and in the brightest sun it glares uncomfortably.
To the north the road continues, winding its way past the hatching grounds
and barracks to eventually leave the bowl. Cutting across the bowl to the
northwest brings you to the center of the bowl. To the west lies a green
field full of beasts- the Weyr's feeding grounds. The infirmary weyr opens
to the northeast, and the living caverns to the east.
Contents:
Ilmarith
Idrelth
Eosith
Linneth(#13222apqs)
Ranth(#14457Japs)
Nemanth(#11667JMas)
Healers' Herb Garden
Obvious exits:
Guest ledge INFirmary Main Entrance Center of Bowl Feeding Grounds
North
Kyliven walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.
IgenW-LC: Kyliven walks out to the Bowl.
Siara walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.
IgenW-LC: Siara walks out to the Bowl.
IgenW-LC: Laurene pushes herself out of her chair. "Here we go again."
Laurene walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.
IgenW-LC: Laurene walks out to the Bowl.
Lyree walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.
IgenW-LC: Lyree walks out to the Bowl.
IgenW-LC: R'vyl pushes himself away from the meal table, following the
others out, starting at a slow pace, but as he moves across the living
cavern, his steps accelerate.
R'vyl walks out from the Weyr's Living Cavern.
IgenW-LC: R'vyl walks out to the Bowl.
Siara simply stands, waiting, tense from head to toe, one arm outstretched
towards Ranth.
Linneth heaves up, tail lashing, and screams. Her eyes are as red as the
blood she's about to rend from her prey, but first she's going to tell
EVERYONE how she feels about it.
Eosith shudders, imitation of his lifemate, then springs into the air,
gliding towards the feeding pens.
Eosith heads into the corral containing the Weyr feeding grounds.
Lyree starts violently, being /much/ too close to Linneth as she wakes,
and moves rapidly to a safer distance.
Siara draws in a sharp breath as Ranth creels with the pain of desire and
turns to follow with her eyes as he heads for the feeding pens.
Ilmarith leans forward even more, one foreleg extending forward to rest on
the ground lightly for balance, wings untightening from their tightly
furled position. As Sooth breaks away, he hesitates, then continues
hesitating. When Linneth wakes, he pauses, then leaps into the air toward
the feeding ground.
Ranth heads into the corral containing the Weyr feeding grounds.
Ilmarith heads into the corral containing the Weyr feeding grounds.
J'on grabs his head, trying to focus. "Yes! Yes, I know, we can't stand
being stared at...we can't stand it, we can't STAND it...Have to DO
something.."
Idrelth heads into the corral containing the Weyr feeding grounds.
Lyree, for her part, is staring at the feeding pens, but her gaze does
flick back to J'on now and again.
R'vyl stops at the end of the tunnel from the living cavern, gaze flicking
from J'on to Linneth to Ilmarith, a slow cycle.
Linneth screams again. How DARE they not only watch her, but then ignore
her! She'll show them all!
Linneth heads into the corral containing the Weyr feeding grounds.
Kyliven's lips draw back from her teeth and she stares hard at the feeding
pens, where it's beginning to look like a slaughterhouse. She grins,
ferally, and sidles towards J'on. Sneaky, sneaky.
Linneth: Ranth lands hard amidst the agitated beasts, flattening one
carelessly and then reaching out with his claws to slap down the closest
one, tearing its head off so that the blood bursts upward in a red
fountain from which he drinks.
Linneth: Sooth takes a few steps out of the corner, not even bothering to
get off the ground as the other dragons considerately chase all sorts of
prey his way. *SWIPE* and another buck is speared on a blue-black talon, to
be dragged to the corner and drained.
Siara stares at the feeding pens, still clutching a napkin which she waves
at her face.
Linneth: Linneth descends, her scream echoing off the walls of the bowl.
Even the (green) watchdragon on the Rim calls in response, but Linneth is
lost to it all as that fat wherry that didn't get out of the way is all
but pulverized by Linneth's full weight descending on its body.
You say "Yes! Yes, blood, not meat, meat makes you slow, blood, Linneth,
blood for us!"
Linneth: Eosith grabs the wherry carcass and shakes it, flinging it off
towards another male. His attention already elsewhere, he stares hungrily
at Linneth before leaping upon another wherry. Strong teeth rend belly as
he drinks, tail lashing at the impertinent males who dare share /his/
feeding grounds with /his/ green!
Linneth: Ilmarith flys upward with strong wingbeats, then drops downward,
wings folding in for speed, only to unfold at the last moment, sending him
skimming along, close to the ground, claws catching a terrified herdbeast
almost before it had a chance to begin running. One flick sends it to the
ground, then next rips a gash neck to stomach. He lands, muzzle seeking
gushing blood.
Linneth: Idrelth drains the 'beast, keeping a weather eye on Linneth as
she hunts. He is as silent as his rider, tossing aside the empty carcass
and lifting into the air to drop down on a wherry. Again, the crack and
slash of death and blooding. Quick, efficient.
Linneth: Ranth tosses aside the headless beast, his muzzle masked in
crimson now and selects the next more carefully, showing off for LInneth
having been accomplished. He goes for a stringy looking one that bleeds
copiously as he rips the neck out neatly, this time not spilling a drop.
Laurene's hands curl into fists, eyes locked on the feeding grounds. The
only outward signs of the affects of the flight.
Siara nods slightly, "We're the oldest here.." she murmurs, "Better than
any..."
Linneth: Sooth coils in his corner, watching in faschination as Linneth
arrives in all her glory. Blood drips from his muzzle, mostly, and some
from talons, and a small crimson stream winds it's way down his neck.
Opportunity knocks, in the form a small wherry that flees too close to
his still form, and he traps it with one forehand before slitting it's
belly and drinking.
Linneth: Linneth hisses at any dragon who gets too close, ripping off the
head of the crushed wherry and proving that she didn't waste the juicy
innards..until her rider orders otherwise. Another raging scream, and she
locks her head on the belly and drains it of its blood.
Kyliven takes another two sideways steps towards J'on, then one back as
she nearly walks into a brownrider. With a snarl, she turns fully towards
J'on, her fingers curling.
Siara smiles widely, "So stubborn, " she murmurs, shivering. "Ooh, I
/like/ that."
J'on clutches his head, rocking again. "Blood, sweet, flowing, tastes
better than wine..." he chants to himself. "Better than anything in the
world.."
Linneth: Ranth lifts his head and bugles in a misery of desire at
Linneth's scream and then falls to, wrapping his tail around a passing
beast and whipping it through the air to smash it on the floor of the pen.
He sips the blood, apparently only trying to ease his tension now.
Linneth: Idrelth's wherry is drained and discarded. He settles back,
muscles ready for action, gaze on the green. His wings rustle slightly.
Linneth: Ilmarith raises the beast in his jaws above the ground in his
eagerness for blood and for a sight of Linneth. He stares for a moment,
blood dripping, unheeded, from the corners of his mouth. Then his head
dips back down, sucking the last of the blood from the herdbeast, and he
discards it, soaring back upward to perpare for the next kill.
Linneth: Sooth is apparently done blooding, for he ignores the occasional
panicking beast that passes within reach, and simply watches Linneth,
crouched, wings half-spread, ready.
Linneth: Eosith shifts his weight from side to side, eyeing first Linneth,
then the other males, then the frantic herdbeasts and wherries. With a
small scream, he claws at the exsanguinated carcass of the wherry before
him, shredding it in a flurry of feathers and muscle.
Linneth: Linneth takes a half-spring up and lands on a wherry buck, raking
a bronze leg as the overcocky beast got too close. His roar of pain and
her hiss of rage blend in the cacophony, but it's she who bloods and he
who backs off, ichor and entrails mingling and sinking intio the sandy
Igen soil.
A bronzerider yelps and grabs at his forearm. "Shards!" J'on laughs
mockingly.
Linneth: Sooth twitches, slightly, as Linneth pounces, then returns to his
vigil stance, eyes locked on the glowing beauty of Linneth.
Linneth: Ranth continues to smack the corpse of the herdbeast back and
forth on the floor of the pen, faster and faster, matching the rate of his
whirling, urgently red eyes, until nothing but a bloody pulp is before
him, and he again creels in an agony of need.
You say "Not yet, not yet, you can't touch us, you can't grab us, you
can't..."
R'vyl takes a step forward, awkward, as his gaze doesn't move from it's
slow three stop cycle for things like making sure he's not going to run
into a rock. He doesn't, though a stone shifts under his foot, bringing
his attention back to himself as he catches his balance, then back to
staring at J'on.
J'on starts backing away from the fields, grinning almost evilly.
Kyliven claws at her own thighs, grinning to show all her teeth. The
feeding grounds get a quick glance, before she laughs at the bronzerider,
her attention returning to J'on, only J'on, always J'on.
Siara's foot taps on the ground, boring a little whole into the dirt, her
hands pulling at her hair.
Linneth: Linneth sucks it dry and then she's airborne, almost that fast,
the carcass falling from her talons as she launches herself skyward.
Linneth: You leap into the air!
Linneth: Over the Ground in the Igen Weyr Bowl(#769RLae)
Linneth: Obvious exits:
Linneth: Hatching Grounds Weyrs Up
Lyree shifts to watching J'on, even as her dragon watches his, and she
takes a few steps back as he does, though she seems relaxed otherwise.
Linneth: Sooth flies up from the Feeding Grounds.
J'on laughs and runs for the guest weyr.
Linneth: Eosith flies up from the Feeding Grounds.
Linneth: Ranth flies up from the Feeding Grounds.
Siara heads up the steps to the guest weyr.
You walk up the steps carefully, arriving on the guest ledge.
Guest Weyr
The ledge of the empty ground weyr is spacious, with more than enough room
for two or three dragons. The weyr has a cozy stone hollow, proportioned
to dragon size. The sleeping area, separated from the rest of the weyr by
a large, ornately embroidered curtain, is clean, with a warm looking black
and gold patterned rug, and a tapestry depicting a Fall over the Igen
River.
The door in the eastern wall leads into the Weyr proper. From the ledge,
the sky of the Bowl opens out to the west.
Contents:
Siara
Obvious exits:
Steps to bowl Hallway
Kyliven comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
Linneth: Idrelth flies up from the Feeding Grounds.
Laurene comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
Linneth: Sooth is off the ground in a geyser of sand, racing after the
glorious green, straining for height.
Linneth: Ilmarith flies up from the Feeding Grounds.
Siara shoves through the crowd, trying to get a place near J'on.
R'vyl comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
Lyree comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl.
J'on wheels around and holds out his hands in front of him, keeping
everyone at a distance.
Linneth: You beat your wings powerfully to swoop up higher in the Bowl.
Linneth: Midway up in the Igen Weyr Bowl
Linneth: Obvious exits:
Linneth: Visitors' Weyr Weyrs Down Up
Linneth: Eosith swoops higher up into the Bowl.
Lyree stops not far inside the door, sidesteps a bit, and leans against
the wall.
Linneth: Ranth swoops higher up into the Bowl.
Linneth: Ilmarith swoops higher up into the Bowl.
Linneth: Sooth swoops higher up into the Bowl.
Kyliven pelts up the stairs with a herd of others ducking and weaving in
an attempt to not get lost in the crowd.
Laurene still does not approach J'on, though if she sees him at all it's a
wonder. She leans against on cool stone wall, closing her eyes. Her body
is rigid.
Siara pushes aside a brownrider from Benden Weyr with particular
viciousnes, settling for a clear view of J'on. Her tongue darts out, the
tip delicately licking her lips.
Linneth: Eosith wings quickly after the green, angling into thermals to
give him height while saving his own energy.
R'vyl enters, a bit after the main crowd. His doesn't bother to look
around, just stops a bit inside the door, for the moment just standing,
eyes half closed, hands tightly clasped.
Linneth: Linneth is fast, her lithe build serving her well as she catches
thermals that push her up, then mockingly drops down. She's not about to
give any clues as to what level she chooses to fly.
Linneth: Sooth fights for height in these less familiar winds, often
jostled by an unexpected thermal where it shouldn't be. It soon becomes
obvious that he's not following Linneth, exactly, at least not yet, but
doing everything he can to get above her. He's helped out in this as she
drops suddenly, and he continues to climb, increasing his height
advantage.
Linneth: Ranth follows. Up, down, up again. Seemingly, all the lessons of
turns of the chase have flown today,as high and as far away as Linneth. At
full speed he careens desperately after her.
J'on dances around the room, tauntingly close here and there, but
viciously slapping and even snapping at those who dare try to touch.
Linneth: Ilmarith flies frantically, behind most of the others because of
his mistimed following when Linneth took off. His wings beat quickly,
pulling himself up, and up, neck stretched forward, desperate for a sight
of the green through the maze of male bodies.
Linneth: Eosith is, for once, near the front of the pack, and determined
to stay there as well. These thermals are familiar to him, almost
comforting, and he uses them like a master harper plays upon the strings
of a gitar. Height is what he desires now, height and Linneth.
Siara reaches out as J'on passes by, her hands stretching towards him,
ready to fling herself upon him.
Lyree watches J'on's progress, but as she's behind a screen of riders,
she's fairly free of the danger of getting slapped. Her arms across her
belly, she waits.
Kyliven digs an elbow into the ribs of a bronzerider as she slides by, the
same bronzerider who was slashed by Linneth earlier. Sparing him a toothy
smirk, for now there is time for such frivolities, she sneaks a few feet
closer to the cavorting greenrider.
R'vyl seems to be trying to not to watch J'on, with a noted lack of
success. His head swivels, short, abrupt movements a beat behind the
movements of the greenrider.
Linneth: Linneth doesn't lose consciousness of those big and ungainly males
behind her. Not this time. No, she wants to play with them, after their
daring to follow her! Red-flecked muzzle opens to admit a clarion bellow of
challenge as she maintains a steady height for about thirty seconds...then
begins her up and downing again. For now, she gains distance.
Linneth: Sooth climbs up thermals, keeping an eye on the flashing form of
Linneth below, drifting to the right of the pack's basic direction as he
rises, higher into the winds and occasional sand. Linneth is rising and
falling again, but maintaining a fairly straight path (as flights go), and
he has no trouble, yet, keeping her brave glow in sight from his superior
position.
Linneth: The raked bronze is weakened by ichor loss and his natural lack
of speed. Endurance, he normally has. Not this time. He decides to drop
back.
Linneth: Ranth creels and shudders with delight at Linneth's cry, uneeded
encouragement. He lifts his strong wings, spreading them wide to catch the
warm currents of air that will take him to Linneth and paradise. Pushing
ahead, he gives any of the blues up front a good hard shove, pushing off
of them to speed himself.
J'on laughs and spins. "Too slow, too slow!"
Siara moans, her arms battering at anyone nearby, "No...wait, /wait/," she
instructs her lifemate, "Not /yet/."
Lyree shifts against her cool patch of wall, but does't try to approach the
manic greenrider.
Linneth: Ilmarith's wingbeats slow from their frantic speed, and for a
moment he soars, wings extending to their fullest extent, feeling for
thermals, then catching one. He is pulled upward, ever higher, still
behind the others, but above and behind. For a second, a path between him
and the green opens, and he folds his wings, dropping down and gathering
speed, slipping between dragons, but then losing his initiative as the
path closes. He flies along in the midst of the pack, hemmed in by a brown
and a blue.
Linneth: Eosith tilts as Ranth shoulders past, sideslipping past a pair of
browns. Altitude is lost in favor of safety, though he spares a ruby and
amethyst glare for the larger blue. Straightening out, he settles into a
steady rhythm, content for now to let the others take the lead.
Linneth: Idrelth lags behind the blues, surveying the 'race' and plotting
his course. His ultimate goal, that glowing green so tantalizingly out of
reach, is never far from his eye. These are familiar areas and he knows
well how to manipulate his larger wing size one these thermals for the
best performance.
Linneth: Linneth moves up to bring the flight upward, gaining a couple
hundred feet. Then, when she's sure they're following her well, she
suddenly drops and turns on a wingtip, back toward the weyr! Too many are
in the pack to turn efficiently, and two browns, the remaining bronze, and
three blues drop.
R'vyl drops his gaze away from J'on, slowly, as if the movement required
great effort. He shifts backward, shoulders brushing the wall, then
leaning into it.
Linneth: Ranth turns sharply, caught short by the sudden move that a
dragon of his experience ought to have anticipated. Briefly out of control
he is dazed by heavy brown dropping into him. Shaking his head back and
forth angrily he bursts out into a maddened bugle and flies with all his
might, back in the directionLinneth takes, not bothering to manuever,
simply shoving those he can out of his way.
Linneth: Sooth tilts crazily for a moment, as one wingtip is caught in a
vagrant gust and wrenched upward sharply, but born and raised in Ista's
winds he compensates immediately, not only uninjured, but with little
height or speed lost. But then, Linneth is gone! He wheels sharply, before
spotting her again behind, and far below. He trades a good bit of his
height for increased speed in a sharp dive, bringing him to the left of
the pack, still well above, and behind but gaining rapidly.
Kyliven blindly reaches out, questing hand caressing, then latching onto,
the back of a chair. She steps towards the seat, though never once do her
eyes seek it out.
Siara groans and falls to her hands and knees, rocking back and forth, and
then sliding down lower onto the floor as her arm snakes out towards J'on.
J'on giggles happily. "Tricked! Tricked! You won't get me so easily THIS
time!" Linneth's hiss of triumph is echoed in his face.
Lyree slips out of her jacket, her forehead showing sweat and her
breathing rapid, but she still clings to the wall behind her like glue.
Linneth: Ilmarith beats first upward, then downward, trying to get away
from the brown and blue, following in the midst of the pack but trying to
break away. Then the brown turns, and there is an opening, and he takes it
with all his speed, emerging into open air only to find no Linneth. Around
him, dragons are turning, and he follows suit instinctive, the turn tight,
letting him gain a little ground as he wings swiftly after the green.
Siara pants raggedly, "-will - /will/ have you! /Will/ catch you! Make
you - *gasp* - forget others, everything -"
Linneth: Eosith bugles in alarm as Linneth sweeps above him, and he turns
desperately, nearly on a wing-tip. His bugle changes to a carol of glee as
the brown just behind him drops out, leaving him a clear path. He wings
along, pale blue stretch of sky flashing and beating in the hot Igen air.
Linneth: Idrelth banks, as waiting to see the path seems to have worked to
his advantage. He shadows the green, using her doubling back as an
opportunity to get a bit closer to her. Sun glints off his hide, the
recent oiling aiding that effort to shine.
Linneth senses that Eosith's kinetic thoughts feather along yours
again, seeking out your attention, your concentration, your whim. (( I
follow, I follow! ))
A small noise comes from Laurene, eyes finally opening. She focusses them
on J'on, but it's Linneth she sees and Idrelth that she is.
R'vyl unclasps his hands, letting them fall to his side, loosely, then
tightening. He leans forward, then pushes himself back against the wall,
straightening so that he is standing very near the wall rather than
leaning against it.
Linneth: Linneth darts forward, but the winds are now against her and
she's losing ground. She has to work harder, and her glowing green hide is
shadowed by the pack behind her. She climbs, seeking height, seeking the
sun in which she loves to bake.
Kyliven's fingers dig into the back of the chair, then relax, her face
echoing the tensions of her body. "Linneth," she croons coaxingly, head
ducked coquettishly towards J'on. "Linneth!"
Linneth: Sooth seizes his opportunity as the beauteous Linneth rises again,
briefly above the press of bodies ever nearer to her. He drops even more,
increasing his speed, and is soon flashing past the pack, still dropping on
a course that should intercept Linneth's.
Linneth: Eosith senses that Linneth shuts you out as best she can,
straining forward..but something in her maybe wants to hear?
Linneth: Ranth climbs, sun glinting on his warm blue hide, letting out a
soft croon now that the end is nearing, though even that gentleness cannot
hide the raging passion that fuels his exploits, diving into treacherous
winds to follow her fast and furious.
Lyree finally takes a step, two, away from the wall as her blue races
towards Linneth, unseeing eyes locked on J'on.
Siaras' breath comes faster as she rises up on her knees, her hair matted
and sweaty. She tugs at her clothing and then her hands fling out pushing
at something unseen that constricts her.
Linneth: Two more blues fall, almost winglocking in the press and hissing
at each other as they tangle.
J'on rips at his shirt as if it constricts him. "No..not yet!" His voice
drops to a whisper. "Not yet.."
Linneth: Ilmarith stretches his wings outward, each wingbeat followed by a
pause as he allows a thermal to do some of the work. Linneth is in sight,
and he follows, one wingbeat after another, perhaps gaining with one beat,
perhaps losing a falling a little behind with each pause, but on the whole
getting closer. He follows, climbing below Linneth, a ragged half croon,
half warble breaking from his throat, calling through rising exhaustion.
Linneth: Eosith digs deep into dappled heart, searching out extra strength,
extra speed. A wingbeat, then two, and he darts forward, past another
brown (too slow, too slow!), angling again through the dry desert wind in
dusty dance. No croon escapes him this time; all energy is saved for the
final effort.
Linneth: Linneth just can't make up the height. No friendly thermal finds
her in time, and she burned too much energy in her ups and downs at the
beginning. And the Bowl wall is visible now, so she has to turn one way or
the other..and she can't make up her mind yet..
J'on gasps for breath, standing still, back and arms rigid as if
straining. "Too close, too close, which way?" he breathes.
Linneth: Idrelth pushes himself forward, seeing the hesitation in her
wings and her flagging strenght. He is determined to be the one who
catches her, carries her down. Brown wings beat against the air, pushing
his body forward through the sky towards his goal, his desire, the center
of his universe. He is ready. Is she?
Linneth: Ranth charges ahead, closing what distance remains with an
uninhibited sweep of his wings, his bugle of conquest loud, demanding,
impassioned as he stretches out his neck, seductively sinuous as he seeks
to twine it with Linneth's and carry them both away to realms of delight
so close if she will only let him.
Siara's foot steps forward, slamming onto the ground as she moves closer
to J'on, staring at him and panting hard, her movements frankly lascivious.
Linneth: Sooth is approaching rapidly from behind Linneth's left, and he
breaks sharply, partly because of that nearing wall, mostly so as not to
overshoot his goal when he reaches her. If she decides to turn right, he
doesn't stand a chance, but if she should turn left... he sets himself
ready for that happy chance, still slowing furiously as he rushes nearer
to her.
Lyree takes another step, insinuating herself between another pair of
blueriders, one swaying alarmingly as his dragon drops out, exhausted.
Linneth: Ilmarith extends his wings further, allowing the thermal to do
his work for him, catching his breath, then back to beating, the thermal
dying away, forcing him to do all the work. He rises beneath Linneth, all
of his remaining energy concentrating in this one effort to get closer to
the aluring green. He reaches out with neck and tail, straining.
Laurene lets the crowd of riders surround J'on. It's not her job to catch
him, it's Idrelth's to catch Linneth. She puts her attention,
concentration, into helping her lifemate with his goal. If he catches, the
crowd will disappear.
R'vyl takes a step forward, chin raising, gaze raising, fixing on J'on.
Kyliven's fingers flex once more on the chair before she steps aside,
around it. Other riders are ignored now; the only thing in her/their sight
is J'on/Linneth.
Linneth: Eosith strives ever after, ever upward. Wings flash, faceted in
the light as he stretches for the glowing glistening green. He reaches,
pulls, purloins extra distance from somewhere, nowhere, and steals up
underneath her tiring form. When she falls, he will be there, ready to
save her from the greedy sands below.
Linneth: Violet overtakes red in her eyes as Linneth suddenly realizes
exactly WHY they're chasing her...and maybe it's time to give in? She
starts to turn back, hits a lower pressure patch, and falls right into
Eosith. She gives a startled and undignified squeal which changes almost
immediately into a hum of surprise and pleasure. Maybe Eosith's not so bad
after all. Even if he does like Yasinth.
J'on slumps to the floor, letting out a yelp of surprise.
Linneth: Ranth growls furiously, turning sharply and lashing out at the
other dragons winging away.
Siara gives a little cry and rushes from the weyr.
Siara makes her way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl.
Linneth: Ranth wings lower into the Bowl.
Linneth: Idrelth lets out a strangled cry of fury, peeling back from the
crowd of chasers. His wings thrust him upwards, until he's little more
than a dot in the distance.
Linneth: Idrelth flies higher with a beat of his wings.
Linneth: Sooth gives vent to an exasperated snort at Linneth's unexpected
clumsiness, and lifts himself just enough to clear the wall ahead.
Laurene turns, silent, knuckles white in fisted hands.
Laurene walks out into the hallway.
Linneth: Eosith's tail lashes about Linneth's, his wings flaring out to
halt their descent. After one gleeful hiss at the others, he turns all his
attention to the prize, crooning at her.
Linneth: Ilmarith falls back, a warble of dismay ringing through the bowl
as Linneth is claimed, then glides down toward the bowl floor.
Linneth: Ilmarith wings lower into the Bowl.
Lyree gives herself a shake, tension draining out like water, and retreats
from the room, pausing only to collect her jacket from near the wall.
Lyree walks out into the hallway.
Kyliven gasps as J'on falls and flings herself onto her knees next to him,
hand reaching out to smooth the hair from his face.
R'vyl turns quickly away, striding out.
R'vyl walks out into the hallway.
Linneth: Sooth wings lower into the Bowl.
J'on leans up to kiss you, lips frantic, trying to sit up so he can give
himself to you.
Linneth: Linneth all but purrs.
Kyliven slips an arm under your shoulders, cradling you here as well as
dragonlengths above the ground elsewhere.
Much later....
Kyliven yawns and blinks, her eyes opening reluctantly. She pauses upon
seeing her bedmate, but only for a moment before a hand reaches out to
brush hair away from his face again. "J'on," she breathes.
J'on is actually really cute asleep, you may have forgotten that in all
the fuss since you graduated. The ear piercing is new, too. And there's
something hard and metallish feeling between you.
Kyliven's fingers delicately slide down the cheekbone, pausing for a
moment at the ear. A smile quirks, and her hand continues southward,
stopping again at your collarbone. "J'on," she tries again, breathing a
little louder this time.
J'on stirs. "Mmmmm?" he breathes, and snuggles closer to you, one arm
coming up sleepily to wrap loosely around you.
Kyliven smiles -- she has to. "When did you get your earrings?" she asks,
voice low and soothing.
You say "Hmmm? The other day..."
J'on's voice is dreamy, and he still hasn't opened his eyes.
Kyliven's fingers tap lightly against your collar-bone *taptap*. "They
look nice. Match your eyes." A pause. "And Linneth."
J'on finally blinks his eyes open to look at you. And blinks again. "K...
Ky? Um..yeah, they do.."
Kyliven smiles hesitantly, then bites her lips. "Hi," she says, more
awkward now that you're actually awake and looking at her.
J'on wraps his arms around you tentatively. After all, you haven't run
screaming.
Not screaming, no. But nervous, yes. "Hi," she says again, her hand
flattening against your chest. Not stopping, not preventing, but in an
exploratory fashion.
J'on gasps as you brush something metallic. "Whoo...careful..." Then he
grins. "Are you upset?"
Kyliven withdraws hastily. "Sorry," she mumbles, her eyes searching your
face. "Upset? How could I be upset? Eosith, and Linneth, and you..." Her
eyes glaze for a moment, then clear. "No, I'm not upset. A little confused,
maybe, but not upset." She blinks at your chest then, a slight frown
forming between her eyes. "You hurt?"
You say "No...just they're still really sensitive, and I think I forgot to
numbweed them."
Kyliven blinks again, more rapidly. "Numbweed /what/?"
J'on gently moves your arm so you can see the twin rings.
Kyliven blinks again, her eyes widening. "Shells! When did -those- happen?
And why didn't I notice 'em before?"
You say "Um, we were busy? And right after the earrings."
Kyliven flushes slightly, wiggling in an attempt to get further under the
sheets. It'd probably work better if they weren't by her hips. "Um.. busy,
right." Her gaze flicks down, then back to your face before sneaking down
again. "That's... this is the first Flight Eosith's won," she informs you,
then smiles happily. "And he'd like me to know just exactly how smug he
is. He's got a wing draped over Linneth and doesn't look like he'll be
going anywhere soon."
You say "Linneth is purring like a feline kitten. She'll be chasing him
around for sevendays, you know that? But I'm glad Eosith's happy. He tries
to make her happy." He strokes your back casually, trying not to force
contact. "You OK?"
Kyliven arches into the caress. "Oh yes. It was my first, too." Her eyes
catch yours again, shyly. "You're the first man... I've only had sex with
Macami, before."
J'on chuckles. "She's good, isn't she? Makes you feel warm all over." He
reaches up with his free hand to stroke your cheek, and asks tenderly "Are
you sore?"
Kyliven nods at your shoulder. "I guess -- not really. And... Macami and
me was her idea, not mine. She... sorta pounced on me one day in my weyr.
Not that I minded much!" she amends quickly, eyes finding yours again. "I
was just surprised, you know?"
J'on keeps petting your back, motion gentle instead of frantic like
before. "She did the same to me when we were gathering walnuts at Benden.
It's her style."
Kyliven grins and relaxes. "I'm glad she did, I think. I wouldn't've known
what to do otherwise. Though sometimes I feel like I'm stealing her from
Laurene, and sometimes I feel like she's only with me because Laurene
doesn't have time for her."
You say "Macami needs. If you can fill her needs without losing yourself..
you're a good person."
Kyliven shrugs, a bit uncomfortable with this topic. "She doesn't expect
anything of me -- always asks now before pouncing." Her fingers reach out
to trace the play of your deltoids and collarbone again. "I don't think I'd
be brave enough to pounce anyone."
J'on chuckles. He arches his neck. "That's niiiiice...Why not? The only
one who might bite is Fahloran..."
Kyliven begins to rub lightly, with her only free hand. "That's what I'm
afraid of! Besides, if I -do- pounce Fahloran, Siara'll come after me with
a big rock!"
You say "She won't even. Come on."
J'on giggles softly at the thought.
Kyliven grins. "Well, maybe not a rock. But I bet she'd cry, and that's
almost as bad."
You say "No she wouldn't. Especially if you asked her in."
J'on scritches lightly, then looks up at you with deep green eyes.
"Ah...ask?" Kyli stutters over the word. "Ask her -in-?"
You say "Sure..." He's still watching you intently. "She'd like that. She
likes you."
Kyliven blinks as she absorbs that thought, hand still automatically
rubbing your shoulder. "I... I don't know. That's too strange, I think.
More than two people having sex at once?" she shakes her head. "That's...
I don't know."
You say "Kyli?"
Kyliven shakes her head again and refocuses on you. "What?"
You say "Would you be upset if I asked you to kiss me?"
Kyliven leans in to give you a peck on the nose. "Probably not. I've got a
question for you after that, though."
You say "Hmmmm?"
J'on grins at you.
Kyliven shakes her head. "You first."
You say "What's the question?"
Kyliven sighs and tugs on your upper ear with a smile. "Didn't you have a
question for me?"
You say "More of a request."
"Aaaaandd?" *batbatflutterbatbat*
You say "Kiss me again..not on the nose."
J'on grins.
Kyliven grins, tugs your ear again, and leans in to kiss your lips. She
doesn't linger over it, but neither is it a peck.
J'on mmmms softly, enjoying what he's given.
"So.." Kyli half-drawls. "When did you decide I hated you?" The words are
sudden, but the tone remains light, pleasant, and her expression doesn't
change.
You say "After you avoided me for sevendays after I offered to let you geld
me."
Kyliven grins and tweaks your ear again (better that than something else!).
"I wasn't avoiding you, silly. You probably didn't notice that you didn't
see any /other/ Sirocco wingriders, either. I was busy, not mad. I even
stopped being confused after I decided that I didn't really love you."
You say "Oh. That makes me feel so much better."
J'on keeps scritching your back.
Kyliven hums with pleasure. "What, that I don't love you, or that I don't
hate you?" She grins at you, then scooches backwards a smidgen, the better
to be scratched, my dear.
You say "That you don't hate me."
Kyliven snickers. "Anything to please, J'on. I don't, you know. Hate you
-or- love you. You're a really good friend, though. And..." she stops as
your fingers find a particularly itchy spot, her eyes closing in bliss.
"Mmmm...'
J'on chuckles softly and scritches circles around and over the spot, so
the itch doesn't "run away."
Kyliven continues to hum. "Oh, this is wonderful. Don't ever stop."
J'on strokes your face again with his free hand.
Slow smile spreads across her face. "So..." she asks after a moment. "Why
-did- you get the piercings?"
You say "Because it felt like the right thing to do..and...it wasn't as
bad as I thought."
Kyliven frowns and lightly strokes your earring -- the one she can reach,
anyway. "Do they hurt a lot? Where'd you get them done?"
You say "The earrings didn't at all, but my ears got hot. The others..
didn't at first, then they did, then my whole body got hot and I got
lightheaded and kind of dizzy. It didn't feel bad, exactly."
"Others?" Kyli jumps on that word. "'Others' is the nipples, right? You
didn't get anything else done?"
J'on shakes his head. "Four was enough."
J'on eyes you as if wondering what else there would be.
Kyliven grins, relaxing slightly. "Oh, good. I didn't notice any others,
but I wasn't really in a state to pay attention. So where did you get them
done?"
You say "K'gen's healer friend did it."
Kyliven hmms and studies your ears again. "Think I'd look good with
earrings?"
You say "I think you'd look great with earrings."
Kyliven pinks. "What color, though? You had it easy -- green to match your
eyes."
You say "Whydon't you ask K'gen? He's good with that sort of thing."
Kyliven smiles. "'Cause I'm asking /you/, silly. I could ask Macami, but I
don't want to."
You say "Silver. To compliment Eosith's hide."
"Silver," she replies in satisfaction. "I think it's a good idea." Her
eyes flick to yours again. "You sure it didn't hurt?"
You say "Not the eats. They numb well."
Kyliven nods, a bit more reassured. "So now what, J'on?"
You say "That's up to you."
Kyliven cocks her head. "And you, right? I mean, do you expect -- do you
want -- to spend every night in my bed now, or me in yours? Are we still
friends? More than friends? Will we ever... have sex again?"
You say "No, no, yes, depends, sure if you want to."
Kyliven sticks out her tongue and pokes you in the chest. "Silly. You're
not thinking about this at all, are you?"
You say "Do you want to?"
Kyliven says "Think about it? Sure. This is a first time for me, in more
than one way."
You say "Was I rough on you? I don't remember too wel."
Kyliven shrugs, shy grin curling her lips. "I don't know either -- besides,
J'on, what do I have to compare it with?"
J'on chuckles softly and teases "I could show you.."
Kyliven's eyes drop -- whoops, that's not a safe direction! -- cheeks
flush and her eyes meet yours again. "That'd... I think I'd like that. See
what it is I wasn't paying attention to while Eosith was gloating."
J'on chuckles softly again and pulls you down to kiss you, this time
deeper and more intently.
Kyliven mmpfles once at the hand on her back before sinking again into
kiss. "Should we go back to my weyr?" manages to escape before it's too
late.
J'on doesn't seem to think so. The hand that was scratching your back
starts stroking it featherlight now.
Old hesitations and fears die hard deaths: Kyli withdraws slightly, pushing
against your shoulders to study your face. "I'm afraid," she says simply,
watching for your reaction. "This is... different, J'on."
J'on nods a little, releasing you slightly. "What neds to change to make
you not afraid?" Gone is the hyper manic greenrider..now it's the J'on you
fell for.
Kyliven shakes her head, snuggling a bit closer again. "I don't know. I
want to, I like it -- I just don't..." A deep sigh. "Shells. Maybe we
should just /do/ it. It's whenever I think about sex and the afters that I
get afraid."
You say "Is that what you really want? To be taken care of, and not have
to think? I can do that.."
Kyliven shrugs again, one shoulder rubbing, nearly bumping your chest.
"Maybe. I don't know if I want you to take care of me after the sex,
though. Faranth knows I don't need that from Ca.. Macami. Maybe that's
what I am." Brown eyes flick up to yours, dry amusement glinting in their
depths. "Maybe I don't /need/ a weyrmate after all."
You say "During and after lovemaking are totally different. Do you want to
try?"
Kyliven thinks, then nods slowly. "I think... no, I do. Want to try
again." Humor licks her words again. "Besides, if I push you out of /this/
weyr, you won't break anything." A beat. "Probably."
J'on nods. "Want to just lie back and experience, then? I can take good
care of you." He grins a little. "Bodies are amazing things."
Kyliven perks a little, and she ooches around to lie on her back in your
arms, instead of her side. "Would you? You don't mind?"
You say "Of course I don't mind. I feel better about doing it that way
with people who haven't had a lover or who have had selfish lovers." He
smiles at you, not a grin but a real smile. "And you fit category one, I
think, since Eosith was a bit mindblowing."
Kyliven ducks her eyes again, the topography now more familiar. "So was
Linneth. And I -have- had a lover. She just wasn't male. Like you," she
adds with an impish slideways grin. Just in case you hadn't noticed...
You say "I sit corrected. Fair enough..."
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