Logs:Of Unexpected Outcomes
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| RL Date: 3 July, 2006 |
| Who: Aya, Ihantz, Ishella, Kaeryna, M'wen, M'yr, N'ane, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 28, Month 3, Turn 8 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 19:37 on day 31, month 3, Turn 58, of the Tenth Pass. It is a spring evening. Leiventh> Maxeoth senses that Leiventh's crimson tones drape down to touch the browns, questioning. « Mine has a package to deliver to Igen Weyr, and wonders if yours would care to accompany him? » It seems an odd sort of request, and no doubt has purposeful reasons behind it - the rider's more than the dragon's. You bank and land neatly on the ground. Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr(#880RJs) Standing on the western side of the bowl, the high crownlike spires of the Seven Spindles on the north wall tower magestically above the roughly ovoid bowl floor. Near you, a large boulder stands, placed almost exactly in the center of the bowl. This side of the bowl is busy with the constant flow of residents and visitors around the entrance to the living cavern to the southwest and the lower caverns to the west. To the north, the large opening on the upper wall leading into the hatching grounds catches your eye. Directly below it, the ground entrance to the same area seems almost tiny. Northwest, the weyrs belonging to the junior queens of High Reaches are accessible from a short set of stairs and a path of carefully laid black marble leads from them to the entrance to the living cavern. To the south, a few ground weyrs remain unoccupied, in case any visiting or injured dragons need them. The evening seems darker than usual behind overcast skies. It is raining heavily, the water coming down in torrents. A light wind blows and the spring air feels a bit nippy. The ground beneath your feet is wet from the last storm. Views: Junior Queen Weyrs Contents: M'wen Maxeoth Verenth Ozriadasoth Ulfianth(#18Jae$) Obvious exits: LIving Cavern Lower Caverns Hatching Grounds Ground Level Guest Weyrs Eastern Bowl Floor Strapped in and decked out in full flight gear, the bronzerider directs Leiventh to land near to Maxeoth - greeting his clutchsibling with a low rumble. "So, Wingleader, what do you think?" the scruffy-haired weyrling's jaunty call comes down, his salute a little lazy but present nonetheless. Leiventh senses that Maxeoth ponders the question briefly, « I Will go, but we shall see what mine says. » Leiventh> Maxeoth senses that Leiventh acknowledges that, waiting, expectant. » M'wen finsishes up strapping Maxeoth up, noticably having started a few minutes before. Turning around to acknowledge R'hin, he smiles slightly at the salute, "Ready when you are bronze-rider, Maxeoth needs something to stretch his wings". "As you like," R'hin acknowledges with a grin, gesturing upwards after patting his saddlebags to ensure his delivery is still present. "I'll let you lead, shall I?" even though it's a question, the way that he waits makes it more a statement, pale eyes following the brownrider. » M'wen shakes his head, smile slightly more broad, "This is your expedition R'hin, I'm just following along, so I'll just follow after you." He gestures up towards the sky, nodding, "After you!" » M'wen vaults up onto Maxeoth's back, as the dragon warbles a greeting. R'hin's head tips briefly in acknowledgement, faint smile lingering as he gestures upwards once M'wen's settled in. You rise effortlessly into the sky. » Maxeoth launches into the sky from the ground below. Leiventh> Maxeoth senses that Leiventh passes on the image of Igen Weyr, as taken from one of the older dragons. » Leiventh disappears into Between. Between You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats... Black... Blacker... Blackest! You suddenly emerge... High above Igen Weyr Below you lies the Bowl of Igen Weyr. Founded after High Reaches Weyr in the First Interval, this Weyr's spectacular shape is due largely to the desert winds which have eroded it sharply. The red layers of sandstone seem warm and inviting from this height, especially with the bitter, dry winds that surround you. Here and there, igneous intrusions may be seen, grey against the red along the range that separates the Igen desert to the west from the Igen River floodplain to the east. With the blast of the warm winds, there is no forgetting that you are in the Igen desert, as sand surrounds you on all sides. Far below you lie the inviting grounds of the Igen Weyr Bowl. Westwards the well-worn rim of the Bowl is flat enough for a landing. Obvious exits: Upper Sky Down Rim » Leiventh emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! » Maxeoth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! You furl your wings slightly to glide lower into the Bowl. You carefully wing lower into the Bowl. You land just below in the center of the Igen Weyr Bowl. Igen Weyr Center Bowl(#802RJe) You are standing in the middle of the Igen Weyr Bowl. The views are certainly spectacular. The dark volcanic peaks of the caldera which houses the Weyr rise up all around, weather beaten yet still firm, except at the northeasternmost section of the bowl, where the sheer cliffs that surround you break, leaving a jagged and imposing pass. At different times of the day these peaks cast long shadows across the bowl. Light glints off the lake to the northwest, and the heat makes the air seem to shimmer over the flat ground. The lake lies to the northwest, and to the northeast you can see a large training field, and beyond it, the Hatching Grounds and the weyrling barracks. Southeastwards lies the main entrance to the inner sections of the Weyr. A grazing ground lies to the southwest. Contents: Kezlan Ihantz Obvious exits: LakeShore Main Entrance Field Weyrling Training Field Feeding Grounds » Just overhead, Maxeoth lands just below you in the Center of the Igen Weyr Bowl. » Maxeoth backwings to land neatly. You vault down Leiventh's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a greeting. M'wen clambers down Maxeoth's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a greeting. M'wen has arrived. R'hin swings down from Leiventh's side, pausing to unbutton his jacket halfway and pull off his helmet. "I hope you have some decent navigation skills, M'wen," he calls over to his fellow 'Reachian. "I've never been to Igen before." He pauses long enough to lean up and remove a package from the bronze's saddlebags, tucking it under one arm. Ihantz trundles up to various folks, R'hin being the latest, bearing a deep tray of cookies. "Here, here. Welcome to Igen." he says, offering up the tray. "Gotta keep your blood sugar up, I'm told, so by all means, uh... send your dragon down to the Feeding Grounds, and have a seat. Try to remember that the furniture here is not made of stone, all right?" M'wen looks around sheepishly, "Well, I've been here once to visit a friend, but that was at least two turns ago, and I came in through the main entrance. I think that the Lower caverns are that way," While saying the last part, he gestures towards the far side of the bowl. "But so far, this place is completely different from the 'Reaches, so might as well ask someone." He sighs at the last part, defintly not looking forward to that. "Pardon?" R'hin bestows a confused look upon Ihantz at his comments, quickly followed by the pointedly rote, "High Reaches' duties to Igen. Could you direct me towards the Headwoman? I've a package from her 'Reaches counterpart." A little pause, then, "Cookie, eh?" even though he makes it clear he's baffled by Ihantz's words, he still takes one of the cookies, sliding a glance towards M'wen, amused at his comment. "We really need to get you out more. You - and Maxeoth." Ihantz smiles. "It's better that way, I think." The fellow is dressed and knotted in Igen colors, along with a gold ribbon tied about his left arm. "Else if you wake up after a drunken stupor, not quite knowing where you're at, and seeing strangers in an otherwise 'familiar' place." He bows to the Rider. "Igen wishes you the best of luck to-day. And I can take the package and set it in her office, as she's a bit tied up marshalling the kitchens. A Flight isn't a Gather, but we still have an unknown amount of guests coming." M'wen glares a bit at R'hin, obviously used to this sort of comment, "I've been out most of my life, just never to the Igen region, so don't go demeaning me in front others," Then turning to the man in front of him, "Oh we're just here to deliver that package...well as far as R'hin's told me, but if your still offering I'll take a cookie." He says the last part with a bit of a grin. There's quite a lengthy pause on R'hin's part, the bronzerider for once flummoxed, albeit briefly. "I... see," he eventually says, voice deadpan, giving a long look in Leiventh's direction. He rallies quickly: lips twist, briefly amused and resigned both, exhaling sharply. "Well, then, I'd appreciate you taking over my delivery, my good Igenite. And I'll take another cookie, if you don't mind." One gloved hand holds out the package for the exchange, eyes glittering with barely veiled anticipation. "Apologies," he answers M'wen promptly, though it almost sounds like it's for an entirely different reason than the brownrider's sharp words. "We ought to pay our respects, M'wen. Caverns are which way?" that last directed to Ihantz. Ihantz grins. "Trust me. Plenty more where that came from." he says. "And I'm Ihantz, the Steward's second. Pleasure, R'hin, I'd suggest the fruit juice for the moment, until the flight starts -- while we've got some Benden chilling in one of the storage caves, I'm not allowed to bring it out until after we have a winner. And the caverns are over thataway -- follow the ribbons." M'wen mumbles under his breath about R'hin trying to tell people to pay respects, then grabs a cookie happily from the tray Ihantz is holding. "You know...we probably should've thought that ribbon had something to do with it...", then starting to walk towards the caverns, "Are you coming R'hin? This is your errand." Ihantz grins. "If you're going to go, go now. I just saw Rhozenth move..." he says. "And it was better than the idea I had for the ribbons for the traders to be seen and known when they're in and out of there. R'hin takes a second cookie, stowing it briefly into his jacket pocket - for whatever purpose - nodding his head towards Ihantz. "Thank you, Ihantz." He hefts the food briefly to indicate his meaning, adding, "And for the directions." Taking a bite, he chews thoughtfully, eyes cutting back and forth, one last look given over his shoulder at Leiventh, trailing after M'wen as he mumbles, "No coincidences, indeed." You head over towards the field to the southeast. 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 to a slightly charred ceiling; the light of the glows and hearth are reflected in the quartz which peppers the unique Igen swirled sandstone. Large enough to seat the entire weyr, the living cavern is always buzzing with activity. 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 and continually burning fireplace. The stairs lead up to a wide balcony that overlooks the cavern. Large tunnels lead west out to the bowl, and south to the kitchens. A smaller tunnel to the east leads deeper into the inner caverns. A doorway in the northern wall opens to the infirmary, while the small door to the northeast opens into the Records Room. In the corner between the infirmary and the records room is a plaque. Tables fill a good portion of the room ('+help places'). +view is available. Contents: Ishalla(#15879PJce) M'yr N'ane Kaeryna Meal Table Obvious exits: Bowl STairs Records Room INFirmary Kitchen Inner Caverns Leiventh> You hop over the fence to the feeding grounds. Leiventh> Igen Weyr Feeding Grounds Leiventh> The land slopes gently upward to the southwest, framed by the fences that surround these grounds. A shallow pond lies to the south, providing water for the animals that graze around you, many head of fat wherries and herdbeasts. The ground underfoot is a lush green, irrigated from mineral rich underground springs. Leiventh> To the east the gate leads to the field outside the main entrance, and to the northeast the gate leads towards the center of the Bowl. Directly north the sun sparkles off the waters of the lake. Leiventh> Contents: Leiventh> Osrath Leiventh> Soldreth(#9399JQabepqs$) Leiventh> Obvious exits: Leiventh> Lakeshore Center of Bowl Main Entrance M'wen comes in from the Bowl. M'wen has arrived. Without fanfare of any sort, a pair of 'Reaches riders enters - weyrlings from the looks of them - R'hin finishing off the remnants of a cookie. By accident rather than deliberate choice, the bronzerider heads for the living caverns, pausing in the entrance, a gloved hand running through his hair, before he offers a sharp salute, ringing bassy voice greeting, "High Reaches' duties to Igen and her queens. Amazing hospitality. Cookies at the door. I should suggest that, don't you think?" the latter query apparently directed to his companion. Leiventh> Rozhenth hops over the fence from the center bowl. Leiventh> Rozhenth has arrived. Leiventh> Ystofith flies over the fence from the center bowl. Leiventh> Ystofith has arrived. Kaeryna glances out towards the bowl, and takes a deep breath, "Igen's duties to High Reaches." she returns to the newcomers. "My apologies for Rozhenth's timing, I'm sure that we can have both cookies and cake brough to us if you would like, but for myself, -I- am going to head out to the guest weyr." A glance to N'ane as she passes on her way out, "And a bowl and washcloth for you." N'ane snorts and glances at the bowl. "I will try, ma'am, but it seems Ystofith has noticed happenings. If you'll forgive me, gentlefolk, I will be back." He departs for the kitchen, leaving a trail of red dust behind like a comet's tail. Ayana comes in from the Bowl. Ayana has arrived. M'yr steps out of the way of the weyrwoman, his dark eyes misting in that silent communication with a certain Istan bronze. "Oh for sharding sake! Again?" he mouths silently, his question forgotten. There goes N'ane, here come the 'Reachians. Confused for a second, he clears his throat, looking toward Ishalla. "I hope you're ready for this." Then, "Ista's duties to 'Reaches, weyrlings!" is called to the newly arrived, after a glance to their knots and offering a grin. "Uhm, will you be joining us?" Leiventh> Kyreth hops the fence from the field outside the main entrance to the east. Leiventh> Kyreth has arrived. Leiventh> Ystofith lands one foot at a time, making three large divots in the ground as he half-flies over the field. The fourth foot finds an unsuspecting beast, pinning it to the ground as the bronze stops on top. He lowers his head, waiting for the gold to move before he does more. Ishalla gets that look too. And she blinks. And she blinks again. She looks at M'yr. And then? Ishalla very quickly puts down her cake and wipes her mouth, as if that made any difference at all in the world. That is going to have to serve for her declaration of readiness, the release of the pastry. She clasps her hands behind her back again. Straightens up. "Yes of course. Ready." Leiventh> Leiventh, largely still until now, unfurls his wings with a sharp snap, a well-timed push taking him into a short glide over the feeding ground's fence. Landing just inside, crimson-draped wings still splayed, he surveys the grounds, taking note of the 'beasts that stampede away from him with a sense of satisfaction. A low rumble comes from the cinnamon-bronze, more felt than heard, glittering eyes whirling with considerable speed. One of the Igen riders mutters, "She's an /Igen/ gold. For /Igen/ riders." But not many people hear him. Leiventh> Osrath makes a quiet, careful circle of the feeding grounds. He too swoops down on a beast, a small, compact little thing, and pins it beneath a careful, graceful curl of his talons. Leiventh> Soldreth is in his element now, especially when there is 'food' prevalent, the odd conceptual Igen environment snuffed off at the sight of a wonderful selection of beasts. A hearty bugle is sent out to all, perhaps a warning of sorts, as the Istan bronze circles the pen slowly. Herdbeast seems just about right for a first-kill of the day so he lowers his head, dropping earthward in freefall toward a fat one at the edge of the stampeding herd. Stomp! All his weight lands, crushing the poor beast's body, several loud crackles sound as bones are crushed as bronze-tinged maw opens wide to drink of the lifeblood deeply. Osrath? Ystofith? Totally ignored for now. Ayana strides in, making a beeline to the mealtable momentarily pausing when she looks at who's about. She stops completely before changing course toward the first familiar person she sees, giving him a wave, "Hey N'ane," she says as she glances suddenly at Kaeryna, an 'ah' leaving her mouth just as quickly. "You don't seem the type to think with your stomach R'hin," M'wen mutters quietly to the other weyrling, then directed towards no one in particular, considering the milling about of people in the caverns, "High Reaches duties to Igen." Pulling a cookie out of his pocket, he munches away happily, waiting for R'hin to make a move. Leiventh> Rozhenth looks over with near distain at the show that Leiventh is putting on with his wings. /That/ is supposed to impress her? With a leap that would normally set her only just in the feeding ground, but this time lands her well within. She singles out an unfortunate beast and sets a course that sends the beast to the ground and has the gold's muzzle dripping sanguine drops to the ground. Kaeryna walks out to the Bowl. Kaeryna has left. "Hardly your fault, ma'am," R'hin's reply is swift, pale eyes focusing - and lingering - on Kaeryna with a nod. He pats his pocket, smile twisting his lips as he adds, "No need, I've supplies. M'wen, this wasn't deliberate, and-- this is unusual circumstances." He adds to the 'Reachian brownrider, with an apologetic glance. "For once." A low chuckle, head inclined towards M'yr, answer wry, "It would seem so, sir." His gaze, however, flickers back after the Igen goldrider. Leiventh> Kyreth makes it there late, ofcourse. He leaps at the first herdbeast he sees, snapping its neck with a deft force of one who's done it before. He's not really paying attention except to one dragon there, the one that looks very shiny to him. N'ane hears and spots Ayana just for a moment as she passes and offers her a good nod and a grin as he's returning from the kitchens. The reddish dust is now no longer dust but a facial mask which is streaming down his front. It's in his hair as a muddy muck. The pattern looks much like it were a bowl of water tossed rather than scrubbed. "Hoi Ayana, I wouldn't go into the kitchens for a bit... or, um, eat next to me." His eyes turn toward the bowl and he breathes in. "No, don't eat next to me unless you want to ... gain stomach... excuse me, I'm sorry. Distracted." M'yr flicks an index finger in the direction of Kaeryna's leaving, pausing only to bypass one of the chairs that's been pushed out too far in the aisleway. "I do believe we should follow her then, hmm?" is grinned then a wink sent to those around him. "Maybe quickly, unless you know where you're going!" Off he goes, motioning Ishalla to follow. M'yr walks out to the Bowl. M'yr has left. Ishalla walks out to the Bowl. Ishalla has left. Eyes momentarily distant, R'hin exhales again, sharp. Shoulders lift, then drop, the fact that he didn't make it very far into the caverns allowing him to turn on a heel in order to follow the exodus. You walk out into the Bowl. You walk up the steps carefully, arriving on the guest ledge. Igen Weyr Guest Weyr Set within easy access of the ground levels, this guest weyr is spacious. The ledge has enough room for two or three dragons, and the cozy stone 'couch' has been hollowed out nicely from turns of use. An ornately embroidered curtain separates the sleeping area, which is kept exceptionally clean. A relatively new bed has been put in, complete with a mattress that looks like it was built more to last, rather than to be all that comfortable. The black and gold rug takes up much of the floor space, while a tapestry depicting a Fall over the Igen River hangs to one side. The walls constantly bear fresh coats of paint, and seem to be very well kept; like they were sanded down and repainted every turn or so. From the ledge, the sky of the Bowl opens out to the west. Contents: Ishalla(#15879PJce) M'yr Kaeryna Obvious exits: Steps to bowl Balcony Ayana comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl. Ayana has arrived. Leiventh> Negative or positive, attention is still attention, and Leiventh seems well pleased that Rozhenth acknowledges him, regardless of her disdain. Either he is picky, or taking his time - either way, the 'Reachian bronze doesn't select his first kill until well after most of the other male dragons have started blooding. His choice is large sized buck, and once picked, his dispatch of it is a quick, methodical process, cinnamon-tipped talons soaking red as they rip into the 'beast, muzzle lowering to drink deeply. Wings remain half spread, as if to ward off any of the other dragons from his kill. Leiventh> Ystofith digs into the beast beneath his claw, biting the neck and draining it swifthly and viciously. His wings spread just slightly and he lowers his head and almost slithers forward with his 'space'. His area. Outlined in bronze wings and growling meters of hide and yet another beast that finds its gruesome fate beneath a sharp claw. Leiventh> Osrath finds himself unable to wait any longer. He strikes with a sudden fury to take the beast by the neck, tearing his throat away viciously before starting to blood in a fashion that is almost neat. Smooth. Refined. His tail lashes in slow, subtle, lazy motions. N'ane comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl. N'ane has arrived. Leiventh> Soldreth completes his attack of the messy remains, jowels lifting suddenly toward Rozhenth while blood splotches drip to the ground in a small puddle. He's still watching her glistening hide, obviously approving of what he sees.. that is until a medium size wherry turns a corner to head his way. Whoosh! Out goes a foreleg to swat at the creature, bringing it down in a pinned position at his feet. Another bugle is sent for the green's amusement as he strikes a pose for her over the catch. One mighty chomp of the wherry's neck breaks it neatly. Sucking loudly, he drinks of the redness that will animate his passion for the chase he is anxious to begin. Leiventh> Kyreth finishes his first blooding and launches quickly to latch onto a second one. With claws ripping the life out of a juicy one, he bends to drink his kill with the ease of one who has done this before. His focus stays only on Rozhenth, tail lashing in anticipation. M'wen comes up the steps from the floor of the bowl. M'wen has arrived. Leiventh> Maxeoth hops over the fence from the center bowl. Leiventh> Maxeoth has arrived. R'hin trails after the Istan riders, gloved hands clapping together briefly, lingering pleasure in his expression, murmured under his breath, 'Nice choice.' Only when he's halfway up the ledge does he recall himself, pale eyes flickering about, unerringly finding Kaeryna. Gaze briefly acknowledges the others, and he moves deeper into the weyr, looking comfortable, if somewhat restless in his movements. Leiventh> Rozhenth hisses as she leans down to clamp her teeth once again on the beast's throat, greedily draining the warm blood from the still twitching body, then dashes over with quick movement to bring down the next in line. The silly beast should have moved more quickly. Teeth fastening again to drink of the crimson nectar, even as her head lifts to watch the poses being struck. Leiventh> Ystofith bites at the air and uses his bulk to edge one of the smaller dragons out of his own vision and way. His teeth come down on a wherry this time, ignoring the concept of batting, smacking or goring for the direct approach. It screams, feathers flutter out on all sides and when he drops it several greyish blue pinfeathers remain much like the feline from the coop. Slowly he edges forward again then finally he lifts his head to stare at the glittering gold. Leiventh> Maxeoth flys in low over the fence, previously unsure about his course of action, but the gleaming hide of the gold and the blooding dragons stir up his instinct, and he dives quickly, pinning a beast to the ground, its death throes becoming silent as he rips into it's neck, bleeding the kill. His eye's rove restlessly around the pen, looking at the competition as well as the gleam of the gold. Ayana comes in right after R'hin, keeping to the wall as her eyes flick to each rider briefly. While her gaze always returns to Kaeryna, certain riders she gives a longer look to, particularly to the Reachian riders. She keeps her hands in the pockets of her breeches as her eyes continue to stray towards Kaeryna, not saying anything. M'yr strides easily into the room, curious eyes hazed over from communication with Sol skim the space only to rest dark eyes on Kaeryna. "Nice choice is right.." he mutters, not really a response to R'hin as it is to meaningful comment on the goldrider. A lopsided grin is offered to her as he moves out of the way of those entering to take a place near the tapestry. Leiventh> Leiventh's kill is abandoned when all the blood has been drained; any possessiveness fading away as he searches out a second 'beast to sate his growing hunger. A group of smaller herdbeasts, driven towards him by one of the other males, flee blindly and dangerously close to the hook-nosed bronze. Striking out with a lithe quickness, fueled already by the blood he's taken, the sharp crack of bones rings out across the grounds as his second kill is made, positioned just -so-, that he can watch Rozhenth, gaze drawn towards her. Wingtips spread wide, crimson-draped sails tip this way and that, almost as if testing the very air itself, anticipatory. This is Ishalla, distracted. She sort of automatically continues to trail after M'yr, unsure of her footing. But her eyes are glazed over too, a slight grin on her face that could almost be described as goofy. Her movements have grown a lot more graceful though, and she almost unconsciously picks the spot on the tapestry that goes best with her clothing and hair, all while trying to seem as though she's meant to melt into it. Kaeryna finds herself somewhere to sit. On the floor, with her back against one wall. "Make yourselves comfortable." She's looked up just in time to notice the attention, but she waves to sit at a slight distance from her. Some residents arrive with plates of food and drink, before beating a hasty retreat - at a safe distance from all the goings on. M'wen shrugs as following R'hin into the room, a knowing look to his face, directed towards the Bronze-rider. "I had a feeling there was an ulterior motive for you even wanting to run an errand, predictable at best." Looking around at the others, he leans against the wall, going along with the flow of things, as he does best. Leiventh> Soldreth snarls quickly at Maxoeth, one added for Kyreth - he's not rude! Nor is he any less attentive to Rozhenth, the Istan bronze sending a series of warbles her way in quick succession. Once again, he dips his head to tug more lifegiving liquid from the deceased beast beneath while watching the other dragons both nearby and at a distance. A low chuckle is R'hin's response to M'yr, not unaware of the others by any means, regardless of the current focus of his attentions. His gloved hand rests against the wall, bracing himself there for a moment, taking note of Ayana's occasional looks but for the most part feigning obliviousness to them. An even look is given to M'wen, shift of shoulders bespeaking minor discomfort that is quickly sloughed away. "You'll always believe the worst of me, even should I bother to protest, dear brownrider." N'ane finally enters, but it looks like while he found the bowl of water, he certainly didn't find the washcloth. Water splatters his front, his shoulders and particularly his hair in patterns of clay and sandy muck. "She is a nice girl, and you'll be kind to remember that." He mutters it just loud enough then makes his way over to place the carob treats near the goldrider then to step away casually. He crosses his arms over his chest. Leiventh> Osrath avoids any snarls of challenge at the other males, while looking at Rozhenth coyly out of the corner of his eye. He abandons what's left of his beast, shaking a few crimson drops off of his snout as he lifts up lightly to take the next one, his choice of where to go just oh so casually putting him within the gold's line of sight. Another very neat, clean feed as his wings stretch slightly, graceful, lazy, quiet. Leiventh> Rozhenth swivels her head suddenly, sending the drained carcass flying out of her way as she focusses way off in the distance. Her muscles rippling as she launches herself from the pen and high up into the sky. A quick glance behind her dares those behind to try and catch her, and through that latest dust stirring she uncharacteristically bugles back a challenge to any who would hear her. Leiventh> Rozhenth leaps into the air! Leiventh> Rozhenth has left. Leiventh> Soldreth leaps into the air! Leiventh> Soldreth has left. Leiventh> Osrath leaps into the air! Leiventh> Osrath has left. Leiventh> Kyreth leaps into the air! Leiventh> Kyreth has left. Leiventh> You leap into the air! Leiventh> Over the Ground in the Igen Weyr Bowl(#769RJLaet$) Leiventh> The oval shaped caldera surrounds you, and the peaks which cast long shadows across the Bowl at various times of the day reach up past you to the sky, towering in all directions. There is a sense of productivity in the air, with dragons flying to and fro on business all over the Bowl. The air is slightly cooler closer to the ground, although that's scant consolation to those visitors who are unaccustomed to the desert climate. Down to the northwest, the glint of water betrays the lake's position. Over to the northeast a large field leads to the Pass out of the Weyr, and a large gap in the wall betrays the location of the Weyr's Hatching Grounds. Southeast, the activity indicates the main entrance to the inner Weyr, and the sounds of herdbeasts travel on the wind from the southwest. Straight below lies the center of the Bowl. Leiventh> To see a list of the inhabitants of weyrs on this level, type '+weyrs'. Leiventh> Contents: Leiventh> Kezlan Leiventh> Kyreth Leiventh> Osrath Leiventh> Soldreth(#9399JQabepqs$) Leiventh> Rozhenth Leiventh> Obvious exits: Leiventh> Hatching Grounds Down Up Leiventh> Maxeoth flies up from the Feeding Grounds. Leiventh> Maxeoth has arrived. Leiventh> Ystofith flies up from the Feeding Grounds. Leiventh> Ystofith has arrived. Leiventh> Ystofith drops his doing, the last wherry in his jaws, and cries out his own challenge to the gold in the sky. Movement happens, more automatic than considered, and strong legs launch skyward as wings push downward in the very same heartbeat. He gives a slight turn, rolling in the air, then a duck to push upward with a thrust. Leiventh> Kyreth returns the snarl to Soldreth before his finishes his blooding, seeming to challenge the bronze hauhtily. No, this brown will not be intimidated by some bronze! Seeing the gold launch, he's gone, his legs thrusting him into the sky perhaps as an added challenge to those near. He drops his speed for just a second to get a feel for the air currents before he pumps his wings in a graceful, forward motion. Leiventh> Just as Leiventh finishes off the remnants of his second beast, Rozhenth is aloft. The challenge is given, and answered in kind, Leiventh's low, bassy bugle ringing in the Igen air. The young Reachian bronze is not visibly concerned about being one of the last to take off after the fleet queen, his eyes are fixated on her form with focused intensity, however. Muscles ripple across his hide as he tenses and leaps for the sky, crimson-draped wingsails snapping out with an audible crack as his wings his way up into the unfamiliar skies. Leiventh> Soldreth finishes up with the wherry easily, hissing a challenge to stay back from /his/ female! That hiss is extended just before his wings unfurl, bulk swaying back on his haunches as he propels himself up into the sky to follow the Golden Beauty! Winging easily, he bides his time, carefully avoiding a younger brown dragon who veers off course while trying to adjust to the unfamiliar currents. In his zeal to stay true to his intended course, he backwings, dips his left wing, then levels out just behind another larger bronze. Leiventh> Into the air Osrath leaps, his wings stretching out gracefully to catch a current. He bugles out a low, long rumble. His lithe neck gives an graceful, enigmatic turn as he finds a place among the chasers, a flirtatious gesture, inviting, but understated. Not shy, but understated, calling attention to without flaunting. M'yr twitches, sending a glare to Ayana that's bound to be related to what's going on in the Igen air. "So you think!" he mutters toward her, deeply within his lifemate's influence at the moment. His body tenses, pressing against the wall with some semblance of force, before glancing toward Ishalla. Leiventh> Maxeoth leaps into the air, silent as always, following behind the other dragons, keeping low in the sky to avoid a collision which could result from the massed dragons following the golden beacon above. Keeping his strong wingstokes slow and his wings opened wide, he glides up behind and beneath the pack, keeping a steady pace, and a constant eye on the dragons above him and the gold for which is the ultimate goal. N'ane leans over and pulls out a flask from his boot top. It uncorks and a sip of the contents dissappears in one easy move. The flask doesn't return to the boot but moves into residence in the pocket as his eyes cruise through the room slowly. At M'yr's sudden outburst, Ayana blinks at the bronzerider before rolling her eyes. Trust bronzeriders to be so- "You have no idea," she says coldly, the challenge obviously not coming from her but from her lifemate. Hazel eyes narrowing at him, she seems to size him up before decidedly looking away and flicking a glance at another bronzerider. Her own body is stuck to the wall now, tense as she forcefully folds her arms across her chest. Ishalla steps just one halfstep out of M'yr's way, though she stretches a bit while she does it, and gives him this oddly serene, confident smile, her chin lifting upwards just slightly. No real fussing or snapping from her, though she seems as deep in her lifemate's influence as M'yr. She just seems so much more very sure of her own worth at the moment than she normally is, and intent on quietly showing it off to best advantage. Leiventh> Rozhenth senses that Leiventh's a sudden presence in your mind, invasive, there and not shy about letting you know it. Ringing confidence lines his mental tones with bright splash of crimson, rumbling bass in his tones despite his current physical position: « I look forward to the merry chase you will lead us on, my queen. » The possessive term is deliberately antagonistic. R'hin's eyes trail in N'ane's direction, briefly, immediately dismissive. His hand drops from the wall, stirred into restless movement, eyes glittering brightly as he paces back and forth along his chosen section of the weyr's wall. Pace, pace, turn. Pace, pace, turn. Eyes always, inevitably, straying towards the Igen goldrider with a curl of lips. M'yr counters with, "Oh, I have an idea.." his throaty voice wandering off as do his sable eyes, turning now to the goldrider on the floor. "Hey, can I get you anything?" is asked with a crackle to his voice. "Maybe some of that?" 'That' is, of course, the flask that N'ane has tucked into his pocket. Slipping down the wall, he squats on the floor, directly aimed toward Kaeryna at her level now. R'hin's pacing distracts him briefly, then he's back to await her reply. Kaeryna reaches out for the carob cremes with one hand and with the other hand holds it out for something to drink. "Wine, please? Or Yes, some of whatever he has." is the answer to M'yr A sweet tooth she has, at least for the moment. "Eat something.." she instructs absently to the assembled, training taking over as she crawls to get a blanket, returning with it wrapped around her shoulders. "I don't feel so well." M'wen is leaning back against the wall, his eye's closed. Every few seconds he clenches his teeth, obviously following his lifemate's progress in the chase. Upon M'yrs voice breaking the silence his eyes snap open, and he glares a bit in his general direction. His eye's are then dragged towards R'hin's pacing, following his movement intently, as if entranced by it. M'yr replies to M'wen's glare with one of his own, if not fleetingly sent. An immediate wide, and what he hopes is winning, grin is meant for Kaeryna. "Sure! Anything for you!" is spoken before he's lifted to walk to the table where the food and drink were left. Quickly pouring then returning to her, he keeps a safe distance, just enough to offer the wine. "Maybe this will help? It helps settle my stomach sometimes." Leiventh> Rozhenth draws golden wings tightly to her and dives back down to the level that she had been on before. A quick glance back ascertains who is still in the hunt before her head swivels back to the direction in which she's headed. The 'Reaches' bronzerider continues to pace, perhaps aware of the distraction it's proving to some of the other riders, judging by the slightly widening smile. R'hin's voice is low, bassy, "Igen's hospitality is... most generous," he murmurs, though seems uninclined to partake, instead preferring to keep moving. Ayana sends a cold glare M'yr's way before R'hin's pacing draws her attention. She watches him for a moment before looking at Kaeryna, staying stationary in her one spot. When M'yr gets up to go to the table, her glare returns, seeming to snarl. Ishalla actually /snorts/ at M'yr. Snorts at him! As if he's acting like a foolish boy of about ten. Maybe thirteen. /Max/. She gives Kaeryna an almost conspiratorial glance, a half lidded look that seems to invite her to share in the silliness that is all around them, as she pushes off the wall and saunters over to pick up something to eat in lazy fashion. Something sweet, because she too has a heck of a sweet tooth. She brings it to her lips daintily, eating neatly, as if eating itself were an artform. Leiventh> Ystofith turns slightly, cutting off a brown in the air even as he shifts altitude slightly. His tail is close enough it even smacks the nose of the fellow he was so terribly rude to. The bronze head is an arrow through the sky, the wedge shape aimed at the golden beauty he seeks, the eyes rolling in red and golden orange tones as his wings embrace the sky. Leiventh> Soldreth chases, but isn't giving it his all just yet. Powerful wingstrokes send him lower, in synchronization with Rozhenth though more slowly than Ystofith, content to trail her behind. Osrath's presence is seen as he sweeps a look to the sides of the pack, sending his homeland competitor a bellow that's clearly making it known that this Lovely Lady needs no one but him! Tipping an edge, he cuts into a cloudy mass, bronzeness exchanged for fluffy white, only to emerge on the other side with muzzle still pointing toward said golden hide. Leiventh senses that Rozhenth takes a moment from her tactics to repond. « A chase it may be, that I am yours is yet to be determined. » Leiventh> Kyreth is still flying with ease, not about to tire himself this early on in the flight. He ducks pass some other browns, not bothering to give challenges as the queen - /his/ queen, is still making her run ahead of him. He only has focus for Rohzenth, flying effortlessly as though he was weightless. The bronzes only get a dismissive look as he gives a steady pace, knowing only that this alone will keep him in this flight against the others. Leiventh> Leiventh surges upwards in unfamiliar skies, unexpected drafts occasionally putting him off course, though he manages to stay with the pack, albeit towards the back of it. His relative inexperience is offset by blood-fueled power and a supreme confidence that rides the bronze's motions as he rides higher into the sky in the wake of the elusive Igen queen. Her sudden dive is an unexpected boon, the pursuit becoming momentarily easier, a matter of jostling for a better position, tail whipping out at any who come close to him as he seeks to move ahead of the others. Leiventh> A Benden bronze veers too far to the left and smashes into the bowl wall. Catching himself before he falls, the bronze lands limply by the infirmary. Ow. Ow. Ow. Leiventh> Osrath utterly disdains to answer Soldreth, tossing his head as if he's smirking at him. He floats downwards, a leaf on the wind. As he had not struggled to get to the top of the chase, he does not have to struggle to get lower, where she now is. Another oveture of his interest is executed within her view, a soft, suggestive swaying of his body, a lashing out of his tail that falls short of hitting anyone at all but which...threatens. It says that he could, if he chose, but considers himself above such games. He is putting on a show for her, acting as though all the others are beneath his notice and should be beneath hers. N'ane launches himself from his leaning position against the nearest bit of furniture, probably the clothes drawers. His flask comes out of the pocket and another sip is taken from it even as he places it on the ground near the plate of carob treats. "Slowly ma'am, don't take more than a sip because it is a bit strong and could eat the paint off most of a mural at Harper hall." Leiventh> Rozhenth glances back once again, not even the crashing bronze can distract her as she banks right this time, she hadn't tried that maneuver yet. With quick, strong strokes of her wings she rises higher, seeking a thermal to buoy her up farther, powerful wings bringing her up once more before she levels out at a height that she can watch the chasers more effectively. Leiventh> Maxeoth stays low to the sky, riding the thermals rising from the warm ground of Igen. Finding the perfect atltitude, he glides along the rising air currents, saving all his energy for when it's needed. The queens unexpected dive puts her closer to him, his wings beating deeper to rise faster in the thermals to reach a good distance from the other's but still remaining as close as he can reach to the queen. Leiventh> Rozhenth senses that Leiventh is sharply amused, and pleased both - by the response - and the challenge inherent in it. « We shall see, lovely one. You are proving quite a quest thus far, but the end is inevitable. » Again, that sense of confidence, sparking brightly in his tones, mingled with hints of elusive desire. Leiventh> Ystofith drops slightly, wary of those wiley golds he's heard of from this weyr. His wings caress the wind, the tail easing slowly side to side as if swimming through the sky and he digs into the air to drag himself forward on older instincts. He snorts slightly, blowing feathers out behind him in a pufft of grey, blue and white. Leiventh> Leiventh is not the only one prepared to play dirty, it would seem; a sharp movement from another bronze sees a near-collision that is narrowly avoided by dint of a sharp turn. Consequently, he loses whatever ground he so recently gained, eliciting a bugle of frustration. Rather than giving in, the cinnamon-bronze is spurred onwards by loss, seeking the aid of the sharp winds that stir the air above Igen, rather than battling it, by pure luck more than skill finding a thermal that drives him higher and higher in search of the golden beauty that draws him onwards. Kaeryna wraps her fingers around the flask, sipping carefully as she was warned, but nevertheless coughing after she's swallowed. "And all the lining from my throat and stomach." she comments, setting the flask back down and wrapping the blanket around her once more. Rather than the flush that should have coloured her cheeks, rather it emphasises the pale hue that she's taken on. Leiventh> Soldreth adds more power to his strokes, as a kitchen helper would stoke the fires, keeping his course to the right then straight, even though the Gold angles upward. Better to be stalwart and strong, steadfastness stinging in each thrust of those powerful wings. Finally propelling himself forward, his long tail whips about behind, coming pretty darn close to Kyreth's side but not touching it. Cocky, he bugles to the Igenite brown, perhaps a kind of apology - or maybe not. Leiventh> Osrath rises momentarily into the air, and his whirling, glittering eyes go looking, looking for what he wants. He suddenly darts straight up, seemingly away from the chase like a fool, before turning in the air and coming back down. Like a dagger plunging, like a shot, plunging and plummeting towards the Queen, or at least making a bid to get closer in a more forceful way than he has henceforth. He stretches out his neck to show the shape of it, he lets his tail flow and dance on the wind, his wings arch back and he lets out a bugle. R'hin continues to pace, pale eyes passing across Ayana, eliciting a smile, though it might become apparent that it's less a smile, more a baring of teeth, as if in response to her own gesture. A low growl can be heard as his dragon is cut off, eyes narrowing in sharply visible anger, movements more stilted than graceful as he spins around for another pacing length of the wall. Slitted eyes study Kaeryna, with a faint exhale that is more hiss of breath. Leiventh> Kyreth was near that crashing bronze, but veers away in time to avoid a crash with. With a snort given to that one, he notes the quick maneuver of the queen and changes his accordingly, now keeping a decent pace right behind some of the bronzes closest to the queen. Still keeping his cool, his easy grace as he flies by, he seems to give a smirk to Leiventh as he catches up to him, with a bugle sent in his direction. He hears Soldreth's call and sends one his way as well, in a tone that's definitely not kind. Leiventh> Maxeoth aims himself higher in the sky, seeing Rozhenth rise higher into the sky, as to not be too far from the gold, but using the thermals to his advantage in rising fast with little effort. He banks slightly to get a better view of the surroundings and to avoid crashing, as the careless bronze behind him managed to achieve. Beating the air with deep strokes, he take advantage of the wind currents to catch up with the dragons who started before him. N'ane looks concerned for a moment, his eyes watching the goldrider's face. "Shard s..." he mutters before he stands. He looks about and in a few strides is across the weyr and pulling a flower vase off the table. The flowers and the water are dumped on the floor and the bronzerider has the container. He sets that beside the young woman too. "Just in case... um, do you want a Healer? Um, there's no chance of ... no, you can't be." Vague he leaves it and backs up a bit. Ishalla considers the goldrider's illness for a moment. Between the food and the blankets and the empty vase she sees little that she can offer, and her mouth twists in thwarted frustration. In smoky tones she murmurs, "What usually helps me is to have someone rub my back just a little." Her hand makes slow passes in the air, just little circles, as if to demonstrate, though she hardly presumes to step forward and start offering. Flight sense that Rozhenth is going to pose once more, and then feel free to make your catch attempts. I really appreciate you all coming along and participating to make Rozhenth's first flight so successful. Ayana notes R'hin's look with a raised eyebrow, no smile coming to her face as she does so. She then looks back to Kaeryna with a flash of concern for her. She moves off of the wall then seeming to help her, but N'ane beats her to it. Sharding bronzeriders! She steps back and once again sticks to the wall. M'yr returns to his place against the wall near Ishalla, though as he passes Ayana, he does send a foot close to hers without hitting it. Oh so casually, he saunters back, stride matching that jaunty attitude. He winks to his Istan team member, then suddenly tenses. Leiventh> Rozhenth twists sinuously as she weaves between currents in an attempt to pull ahead again, searching for any movement in the air that will allow her the slightest advantage. There's one, and she darts down, then levels once again. Finally the beating of her wings slows, as she starts to feel the fatigue kicking in. She glides smoothly, angling down to take advantage of that law that says that there's a stong possibility of her not staying in the air if she stops beating those wings altogether. This however allows for the chasers to draw a little closer than she would have probably liked. Leiventh> Leiventh's crimson-draped wings flash as he soars higher, delighting in the feel of the air beneath his wingsails as much as anything. A snap of teeth in Kyreth's direction bespeak his reaction to the Igen brown's vocal comment. However, confidence is back, as the angular bronze's wily frame regains ground thanks to the thermal, riding high and slowly increasing his position in the pack. Usually far from demonstrative, there's a certain sense of theatrics about Leiventh's movements - a snap of wings here, a flick of tail and a supercilious cant of head - that bespeak a confidence far too great for his young age. However, he has managed to redeem himself, closing the gap inch by painful inch, near enough for just long enough that he sends a flick of ginger-tipped tail reaching for Rozhenth to in a daring attempt to entwine her before she escapes his grasp entirely. Leiventh> Soldreth only tips and dips his determined head, keeping an eye on the elusive Rozhenth as he pumps smoky wings against the air currents she's stirred in her getaway quest. His bugle is filled with the bliss of the chase, though the bronze will show her no sign of weariness. For a nearby brown, a growl-laced bugle forms, then pressing onward, he flicks his wings, sending his body to a lower level than she. From below, he sends off a series of short croons, some lost in the fever of flight, then makes a final attempt at arrowing toward her. Leiventh> The older bronze pulls in his wings suddenly while tucking his legs in close and wedging his way through the air like a tunnelsnake through the muck sideways aiming for the choicest morsel he can see. The last of the feathers flutter away, drifting like leaves in the wind and he flicks sideways to spoil the aircurrent of yet another dragon. As he nears, he stretches out wings, neck and tail even as his claws stay closed to the air, groping at the air hopefully. Leiventh> Kyreth seems to thrum with anticipation. At last! As though smirking, he uses his ability to be smaller than the bronzes to slip through them and position himself right underneath Rohzenth. Yep, he does it just like a sneaky tunnelsnake would at an unsuspecting firelizard clutch. At the angle he's coming, all she would have to do is drop just alittle closer. He doesn't bother to snarl at Leiventh; no more playing with this bunch. With nothing in between but the air and the queen, he reaches up his neck in an attempt to snare her finally for himself. The strain is beginning to show, R'hin's forehead dotted with a sheen of sweat. Anger has subsided under the weight of a focus entirely within his dragon's mind, pacing slowed to nonexistent, not even bothering to conceal the fact that intent, pale eyes are affixed on the goldrider's form. Leiventh> Ystofith looks quite like the older bronze, that is. Ayana notes the smooth move M'yr pulls as he walks by her with a real snarl his way. Yeah, let him be casual about it! Something from her lifemate causes her to tense up then, her eyes flying to Karyna in anticipation. Leiventh> Osrath stays with the pack now, having conserved his energy somewhat by waiting out and calculating through the beginning of the game. He tries to slip a little ahead of the golden beauty, tries to anticipate where she will be, where her other pursuers might end up herding her, sending her as they snap and twine and try to catch. Where they might send her directly into him, if he is fortunate and quick. He readies himself, readies himself for her attempts to escape and what might come of it, twisting his body, crooning. Leiventh> Maxeoth spots the others closing in with a final burst of speed towards the gold. Using the energy he saved from using the thermals, he beats the air hard, rising as fast as an arrow from a bow, using all his strength as well as the air currents created from the sun-baked plains to go straight towards the Gold. Coming from below, he stays where he is hidden from here sight, then takes one last powerful downward beat, and aims to entwine the elusive Queen. Kaeryna looks at least thankfully up at Ishalla. "Maybe I can try it later." and the vase if given, if anything, an almost more grateful look. Interactions going on between M'yr and Ayana are suddenly given a glance, and a frown, but she's suddenly drawn back to the goings on out in the sky once more. M'yr's arms rise in a parallel with his lifemate, stretching toward Kaeryna with complete dedication. Only once does he break his concentration, a fleeting glance spared for Ayana. "Kaeryna..." he calls to her in a sing-song manner filled with longing and desire. Leiventh> Rozhenth looks down, and noticing dragonfree space below her prepares to dart away once again - hesitating just long enough for her to find herself securely wrapped in a bronze blanket of cream and froth coloured wings. A scream of defiance brings the flight to an end as she adjusts to the changes in balance that being embraced by Ystofith has brought. Leiventh> Soldreth snarles at the pack, most especially to Ystofith, then banks sharply, dropping down toward the bowl. Leiventh> Soldreth lands just below you in the Center of the Igen Weyr Bowl. Leiventh> Soldreth has left. Leiventh> Leiventh lets out a bugle of frustration and exhaustion as Rozhenth slips by, so close and yet so far - only to be caught by another. A sharp snap of wings takes the 'Reachian bronze away from the pair and into a low-angled dive down towards the ground. Leiventh> Osrath lets out his first snarl of the evening as well, and follows Soldreth, no longer looking quite so seductive. No, now he looks irritated and almost sulky as he flies down. Leiventh> Kyreth bugles in anger before veering off to the ground. Leiventh> Ystofith spreads his wings out sharply, pulling into an easy glide even as he holds tightly to his golden catch. It's a slow lazy spiral around the bowl, skirting dragons and edges alike. Leiventh> Maxeoth banks slowly as the red drains from his eyes. Slowly winging down to the bowl. Leiventh> Kyreth flies carefully towards the main entrance. Leiventh> Kyreth has left. Leiventh> You fly carefully towards the main entrance, then land. M'yr's arms drop to his sides, his head shaking as if clearing his head. Not an easy task. "C'mon, Ishalla." he mutters, glaring to N'ane as he leaves the weyr quickly. Ayana seems to spasm before tearing away from the wall and running out the weyr. "Where's the wine..." she's heard muttering. Ayana makes her way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl. Ayana has left. M'yr makes his way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl. M'yr has left. Staggering as if she feels a little odd, Ishalla follows M'yr, trying to shake her head as if shaking off something physical. She says something thickly, but its incomprehensible. Ishalla makes her way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl. Ishalla has left. With a low growl that almost seems to echo Leiventh's, R'hin turns on a sharp heel and departs without a backwards glance. You carefully make your way down the steps to the floor of the Bowl.
M'wen comes down the stairs from the guest weyr. M'wen has arrived. Ayana walks out of a cavern opening. Ayana has arrived. The exhausted form of Leiventh lands with an oddly ungraceful thump to the ground, R'hin's frustration echoing his dragon's. A faint mumbling is audible, before he exhales sharply, eyes somewhat distant, attempting to focus as he looks around for... something. He's not really sure what. M'wen looks tired, but with an almost smug look on his face. "To bad your little plan didn't work out so well, hmmm, at least we got some free cookies and that excercise. Kyreth wails the moment Ayana appears, seeming to plead to her for reassurance. As for the brownrider, her soul mood is there, along with a wineskin she managed to filch from the kitchens. Rubbing at her eyes, she nearly runs to Kyreth, giving him a pat on the side, "Shard it, Ky...why must you choose /that/ one, huh?" She cries with him, not paying attention to anyone else as she sees to her lifemate. "It wasn't exactly part of my plan," R'hin snaps, irritated, and not in a position to soften it - and likely not willing to, either. His gloved hand runs over Leiventh's hide a moment, before he pulls off the gloves, wanting the closer contact of his palm against the dulled bronze's hide. His other hand, notably, seems to clench, eyes drawn towards Ayana, lingering there. M'wen shrugs his shoulders, turning towards the bowl, "We should probably be getting back to the 'Reaches soon. Are you coming or not?" While Kyreth's wails die down, Ayana finally looks away from him, something drawing her attention now to the bronzerider. She pauses as her eyes narrow a bit, her one hand clutching the wine skin tightly as she glances from it to him. It only takes a moment for her to decide, ofcourse. Hazel eyes staying narrowed, she gives Kyreth another reassuring pat before pushing away and walking purposefully up to R'hin. "So," she says in broken voice, "You're the one harassing my brother." No greetings exchanged here, since his name she recognized before the flight even began. A sharp shake of head is R'hin's immediate answer to M'wen. "I need... a drink. Something. They won't let us, there, if we go back." Frustration still coils his voice, making it sharp, acerbic. One hand lingers on Leiventh's hide as pale eyes follow Ayana's approach, a faint smile beginning to curl up, before her words penetrate, and eyes narrow. A sharp tip of head, and he says, "If you're going to accuse me of dastardly evil, the least you can do is share that." Hand is pointed imperiously towards the wineskin, demanding. M'wen raises an eyebrow questioningly, not knowing what's going on. "Well do what you will, I'm heading back to the weyr." And with that, he steps down towards the bowl and Maxeoth, ready to go. M'wen walks over towards the center of the bowl. M'wen has left. Ayana glances at the wineskin she holds, almost seeming quick to deny him it by the look on her face. "I'm not accusing," she says in a smooth tone much familiar. "Just....recognizing. I'm shocked it took this long for us to meet, seeing as you like to bully him." She sends a smirk his way before popping the seal off the skin and taking a long drag from it. Wiping her mouth, she passes it over to him then, "There's more where that came from," she says off-handedly. "Pity the Reaches doesn't provide drink for their riders." She looks and nods to M'wen as he leaves. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's thoughts are full of exhaustion, but he confirms your guess, « She is Kyreth's rider. » "Bully?" echoes R'hin, amused and puzzled at the same time. Pale eyes flicker past her towards the brown, and a faint tip of head towards Leiventh, as his guess is confirmed. "Ah. You're the sister of the Igenite rogue. I should've guessed he'd be telling you tall tales about me. Pray tell me, how exactly have I been bullying him? He's threatened -me-, not the other way around." His frustration quickly transmutes to ire, held close for now, but visible in the jerky motion with which he takes the skin from her, taking a long gulp, barely even looking after M'wen as the brownrider departs. A low exhale escapes him as he lowers the skin, passing it back, lips thinning at her comment about the 'Reaches. Oddly, however, no defensive words spring to his lips. Ayana grins, "Bully, yes," she says easily. She nods when she is recognized. "I'm surprised it took you this long to recognize me when I picked you out easily enough." She looks to the skin with longing. "And if he threatened you, he must have had good reason. Bayan doesn't do it lightly, I know for a fact." She looks at him then, "Ofcourse, you're a bronzeriders. They're all the same. Think they own all of Pern." "You assume a great deal for someone who has talked to me for five minutes. Or do you think your brother above reproach, absolutely truthful?" A snort is R'hin's response to her statement of Bayan's character. "I don't know why I even bother. He's your brother, of course you're going to think that." Eyes narrow - oddly angered by her latter comment, voice sharp. He takes another swig from the skin, practically pushing it towards Ayana, "I hope you got the message from your brother okay. I see I needn't have bothered with the favor, seeing how ungrateful you are - at least Bayan had the grace to thank me." Turning sharply on a heel, he ducks under Leiventh's side, checking the straps as if preparing for flight. "Bayan isn't perfect, I know that," Ayana says sharply. "He's questionable...I just find it of interest why you goad him so. I'm assuming for fun?" She rolls her eyes, "I just know him, and apparently you do too, somewhat." She takes the wineskin and takes a long drink before nodding in pause, "Yes, I got the message," she says, less angered. "I am /not/ ungrateful, you.." and she pauses to shake her head. "It's Kyreth, shard it! Wait.." and she moves over to R'hin's side as if to stop him. "Look, sorry, okay? I am very grateful for the message. Thank you, really. I'm just...not myself at the moment. I imagine you aren't either..." and she glances closely at Leiventh then. "I goad him, because he goads me." R'hin's hands move over the straps, slowing and stopping completely as Ayana moves over to his side, acutely aware of her nearness without even needing to look at her. A slow nod of head is silent acknowledgement of the apology, and he finally turns to look at her, pale eyes intent, a hint of desire, the frustration of the flight still foremost in his mind. "Not... exactly... myself," he agrees, a hand reaching for Ayana's arm briefly, and unless she pulls away, trailing fingers down the length of it. The bronze is perfectly still - not unusual for him - but exhaustion lines the young dragon's features, the coloring of his hide fainter than normal. Ayana blinks a bit from his touch, the suddenly angering words she had for him over her brother is stuck in her throat. His nearness is very definite to her as she gives a sigh, not pulling away from him at all. She shakes her head, but the desire is there in her eyes as she rakes them over his body. "Oh shards," she breaths before adding "You'd think this would get better with time and ....experience," she says softly as she looks up at him. Yep, definitely frustrated. "Must be your first," she comments as she suddenly moves her arm to softly touch his. The look in her eyes elicits a knowing smile from R'hin, recognizing it in himself, too. "First flight," he clarifies, voice soft, unembarrassed. His touch, too, is gentle, trailing over her hair as he bends to put his lips near her ear, "Let's go somewhere," he whispers, insistent, "Somewhere private." Ayana frowns as though she's trying to war with something within, but his touch, oh-so gentle, is too much. It's definitely stronger than the wine, which she had planned to drink if she lost again. She smiles then, "You take it very well, then," she says softly. "I hated my first one." She leans her head into his touch, her eyes almost closing as it's obvious that this is something more useful than the wine. Smirking as the decision is made, "Mine or yours?" she just asks as her hands now rubs his arm in urgency. R'hin's voice is still a soft whisper, blowing gentle air against her skin, "You're making it rather easier to bear, Igenite." A grin, too, on his lips as he pulls back, hand finally slipping from her hair with obvious reluctance. "Yours. Less far to travel." Urgency, too, bespeaks in his tones. Ayana gives a simple smirk that tells of her need as much as his. She hisses against him before reluctantly moving away, "Then we'll bear it together," she just says, hearing his urgency and quickly making her way over to Kyreth. She nods once the choice it made, "Follow me." Two words sent as an order, filled with desire and want for the obvious. She tosses the wineskin to a kitchen worker walking by, adding "I won't be needing this," before mounting. Ayana mounts Kyreth. Ayana has left. Although R'hin is not one to obey orders, especially such demanding ones, it's clear he's long past protesting, moving for Leiventh. You jump up onto Leiventh's back, as the dragon rumbles softly. You spring into the air of the Bowl. You leap into the sky. You land on Kyreth's ledge. You clamber down Leiventh's side to the ground, using his straps as handholds. Kyreth's Windy Ledge The warm Igen wind buffets this weyr on a regular basis. The ledge has been blasted smooth by turns of that wind, erasing even the claw marks left from turns of landings. The entrance to the tunnel into the inner weyr wraps a bit further out onto the ledge than normal, and is quite effective at stopping the wind for affecting the dragon couch or the inner weyr itself. Contents: Leiventh Ayana Kyreth Obvious exits: Inner Weyr Sky Ayana jumps down, giving Kyreth a good pat before stretching and eyeing the bronze pair. "Sure the Reaches won't be missing you tonite?" she lightly teases at him, seeming to posture for him as she waits for him to follow her inside. Even the short flight up here in the unpredictable Igen winds is an effort for an exhausted Leiventh, and he looks happy just to be staying in one place for the time being, unbothered that it's a foreign ledge. R'hin, not having bothered to even strap himself in, slides from the bronze's side, "They'll probably be relieved," is his unconcerned murmur in response, intent gaze possessive as she postures, reaching for her even as he follows her inside. Ayana passes from the windy ledge to the calm inner weyr Ayana has left. You pass from the windy ledge into the calm inner weyr Ayana's Weyr The inner weyr is a decent sized affair, lit by three well placed glow baskets. A new bed is tucked in an alcove, although it looks like someone forgot to make the bed, as two sets of new sheets (both yellow-gold and trimmed with black) are left stacked and folded up on the bed. To one side is a bedpress, resting below hooks that are the perfect size for riding straps and jackets. A stone stand has been carved out of the ground, into the shape of a water basin, with a wooden bowl sitting in the slight depression. While there is no flowing water, a pitcher has been left on the counter by the basin. On the back wall is a stone table, again carved from the very rock of the weyr, and a new chair. On the table is a copy of the Weyr's sweep schedules and a small vase with desert flowers. In the center of the table, laying on a nicely-sewn and patterned cloth is a small flowering plant. In the middle are two delicate, white flowers, rising asymetrically above a flourish of deep green, triangle shaped leaves. Contents: Ayana Obvious exits: Ledge Ayana chuckles when he seems to reach for her, at first not making it easy by slipping away from him, "Hm, I think I see why he doesn't like you," she muses as she walks up to him and slips her arms around him gratefully. Not adding more to that comment, she instead looks him over hungrily, still feeling the earlier heat from the flight. "Why?" R'hin's curious enough to ask, a little amused at her elusiveness, though hands readily slip around her waist, low as he leans into her. "Because I take what I want and don't apologize for it?" He brushes a hand under her chin to tilt her head upwards, leaning in to kiss her. There's a hint of aggressive need in the gesture, fueled by lingering, unspent desire. Any further words or speculations are long gone for him. [Fade. Sometime later...] Hours later, Ayana is laying in R'hin's arms, a feral smile painte on her face as her eyes stay closed. She stirs a bit, "I feel much better," she says before opening her eyes and looking up at him. "Though, I never intended this." There's a definite blush as she looks away, curling closer. "Mmm," R'hin murmurs by way of response, roughed fingertips tracing gentle lines up and down her back, finally stirring enough to form a coherent string of words, "I feel better, too," he agrees, "Much nicer than waking up with a hangover." His eyes open, pale eyes even, the desire gone, but the intensity still present - something that's always there, it would seem. A low chuckle, not unkind, comes from the bronzerider, "Nor did I. Another thing about the life of the rider of a male dragon that they fail to warn you about." "I was looking for a fight, you know," Ayana says candidly. "I figured picking a fight with you would be much more enjoyable than coming up here with a wineskin." She stirs from his touch, her skin seeming to purr from it. "Yeah, definitely better than a hangover." She chuckles then, "Shards, I hated that mating flight lecture. I thought Ky and I would be invincible from this...not that I have anything against sex, ofcourse. I just rather be...in control, you know?" Suddenly she stiffens, the smile slowing draining from her face as she says, "Delu..." the name coming out in a strain. "I know," R'hin admits, not particularly concerned. "A lot of people seem to look for a fight with me. Your brother amongst them. Perhaps it runs in the blood," he says, with a grin. The grin fades, and his expression becomes more sober as she mentions control, nodding sharply, once, in silent sympathy. "I've learned many things about having to give up control since impressing..." he trails off, gaze going towards the ledge, but snapping back as she stiffens, the motions of his fingers stopping in reaction as he senses her change of mood. "Delu?" he echoes, head tipped. Ayana nods to him slowly, "Delu's my weyrmate," she explains softly. "She's a greenrider, so she'll understand...she'll probably be glad this happened! She hates when I drink, so.." and she shrugs. "Better this than drinking, she says." She keeps quiet for a moment before continuing on with the grin back. "Well, if it had to happen, atleast it wasn't with a complete stranger. I've heard enough of you from Bayan to have been to the Reaches myself....but my family, we're not all hot-headed. I'm pretty tame compared to my brothers, as you can see." She gives him a wink. Nodding soberly, "Yeah, impressing changes everything, but I still try to hold some kind of control. It's something I struggle with everyday since the hatching." "Ah," R'hin breathes out, perhaps a hint of relief in the gesture. "I'm glad she'll understand. The last thing I need is a jealous greenrider after me." He looks a little wry at the mention of not being a complete stranger; he relaxes somewhat, fingers resuming their light tracings over the small of her back as if it is an absent gesture. "Tame? Normally a tame person doesn't get injured." There's a hint of query in the tone, as if inviting her to talk about it, if she wants. Ayana chuckles then, now letting her fingers play on his chest. "I'm the reserved one, not her," she explains, "so something like this? She's been trying to get me to open up to since we graduated. She knows I'm attracted to boys, too, so..." and she waves the rest off. She looks at him for a moment until his comments about her injury. Her smile flickers, almost going out as she looks somewhere else suddenly. "Oh that," she says softly. "Well, I'm not /so/ tame, I guess...I am the sister of two wildly questionable brothers, after all." She giggles alittle before turning serious and looking at him. "Family problems, basically," she says slowly. "Got a possible issue with a trade caravan heading out with our parents..." and she pauses, not sure if she should go on. "Well, me and Kam were checking something out about some renegades gathering. I think they're planning to ambush the caravan. Well, I got stupid and didn't watch my back, and," she touches her right side, the horizontal scar still showing. "I know it was stupid and I shouldn't have even been there." She pauses before adding, "Don't let Baye know I told you this." R'hin's silent throughout much of what she says, although surprise blossoms into an arched brow, and pursed lips at the mention of renegades. His head bends, following where she gestures, his own hand trailing after hers over the scar, whisper gentle. "I won't tell," he promises, solemnly. "I understand family troubles. I'd offer my help, but somehow between your two brothers, I'd imagine the offer would be moot." His hand drops away from her scar, exhaling. "You survived, and you're fine now - that's the important thing." Ayana lets him touch the scar, smiling from the roughness of his hands. "Thank you," she says gently, "because I don't want to deal with another shouting match from either of them. I'm already going to to be torn into by Kam for getting knifed in the first place." She rolls her eyes, but there's a wariness from the her mentioning the eldest. She grins and rubs him chest, "It's fine. Baye would appreciate the offer on the inside, while Kam would much rather impress a dragon than take you up on it. I can't help much anymore myself. Between the extra work here and dealing with drama, it'll be better just to leave it to them." She lays her head back down, "Yeah, I'm a tough girl. I wouldn't let some knife get me down," she says boldly. After a pause, "Hm. I've yet to see anything wrong with you, R'hin. You seem alright to me." "You and Bayan both sound intimidated by him," R'hin says, a comment and nothing more. Not expecting her to respond to that, he goes on, smile wry, "Only because you haven't known me for long enough to judge," he says, soft, a hint of amusement, but self-directed. "Bayan's probably got the right idea of me." He leans over to brush lips to her cheek, gentle. "I need to get back to the 'Reaches before they miss me too much. Thank you, Ayana," he says, sincerely, as he slides out of the bed, retrieving his clothes. R'hin's comment of Kamer is not too far off the mark. Ayana grins then, just giving a little shrug against him before saying, "I've learned not to take my brothers' judgement on people. I like to come to my own conclusions." She gives him a grin, "Then again, there's more to me as well." She accepts his lips on her cheek and nods then, "Yeah, I don't want them after me if I keep you here," she teases lightly. She nods again, "Thank you, R'hin. Don't be a stranger, hm? I won't even bother asking you to lay off Bayan a bit, cuz...well, he deserves all the harassing you give him, and you can quote that from me." She winks and sits up as he leaves the bed. R'hin's response is a low, hearty chuckle, amused. "You know, despite the fact that you're Bayan's sister, you're not half bad yourself," is his own version of compliment. He tugs his shirt on, lacing it up, slinging his jacket over his shoulder as his eyes rove over Ayana once more. "I'll visit again," he agrees, "If you promise to give me a tour of the Weyr." Ayana beams at the compliment for what is it, "Aw, see? Now get my brothers to believe it and I'll owe you plenty of favors!" She watches him put his clothes on before blushing and giving a nod, "Then I'll promise the tour. I make sharding good host, too!" She chuckles before adding, "I actually owe L'sen a visit, so I'll probably be in the Reaches sometime soon myself. It'll be nice to see you then, too." "I look forward to it," R'hin responds, honest and pleased. "I'm not so much the good host, and you've probably been to the 'Reaches before, but I'm fairly sure I can fake it." A wry, knowing smile follows, deliberate innuendo. He tugs his jacket on, pausing near the table with the flowering plant, giving it a quick glance, before disappearing out towards the ledge. Leiventh's still asleep, but he stirs reluctantly as R'hin comes out, muttering, "Time to go home, Leiventh." A jaunty salute is directed Kyreth's way, before the bronzerider mounts up, Leiventh dropping off the ledge near soundlessly, disappearing into between moments later. Kyreth gives a smug chirp when R'hin arrives before returning to his much-need sleep. You leap into the sky.
To: Ayana Subject: Delivery... A couple of days after the Igen goldflight, you arrive at your weyr to find a vase with four deep red High Reaches Weyr flowers in a small vase. A simple, scribbled note accompanies it, declaring simply, 'To keep your white flowers company.' The notation is signed with the initial 'R'. |
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