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 | what = K'del and Val head to Fort for drinks, but are interrupted by Isyath's flight.
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 Dragon> Remembered stars hover, dangling between Cadejoth's chains as he extends a tendril of thought - a greeting. Homage, too, perhaps: he's a reflective surface, mirroring her brilliance. (Cadejoth to Isyath)
 Dragon> Visigoth's spotted... << She's young, >> he mentions to the bronze, as though it might matter that another's scent is not yet on her. (Visigoth to Cadejoth)
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 Dragon> To Isyath, Cadejoth's chains wrap around themselves, tighter and tigheter, reeled together: ready, waiting, eager. << Fly, >> he tells her, earnestly, expanding that sky into brilliance that lasts forever. << Fly! >>
 Off... or on? Val lingers with her companion even as she considers the goldrider's offer, her smooth dark head cocked just so. "Will we get there, safe and sound," she doesn't /quite/ ask, more like she's considering alternatives, a liquid sort of humor in her voice. And though she must recognize the name, /does/ recognize the face, "Are you sure she knows what she's talking about, K'del?" Just so nobody misses which weyrleader's standing here. "She might abandon us." And for V'teri, not looking before her over-the-shoulder glance for all that /Visigoth/ might, "Stalker." It's light too, singsong, challenged, as though 'Reaches riders would never visit Fort without a reason.
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 "You remembered." Ali looks delighted at the Reachian Weyrleader's words. She's content to slip an arm through K'del's, looking past him towards Val with a knowing smile, a sudden recognition, perhaps. "I would never abandon /you/," comes her reassurance, the emphasis subtle, but telling. There's only so much obliviousness even a young and ill-practiced woman can manage: Isyath's dive down into the feeding grounds and her sudden, delighted shriek as she begins to blood would be all but impossible to ignore. Certainly so, for Ali: there's an expression like a mingling of horror, resignation, and mute determination. She lets her arm slip free of K'del's, while Isyath battles to consume her prey.
 That duties bring him here is one oh-so-coincidental thing. That Riuscyth might keep him here longer than the quick trip to the records room and out- well, that's something else entirely. Ink and bronze commingle along the the bronze's sleek body as it twists to watch Isyath in flight and then in landing, and not having been shelled yesterday or Impressed the day before, V'teri's sudden awareness brings the wryest crinkle about his eye and a certain resignation to the roll of his shoulders. And then it's all over as the anticipatory quiver to Riu's wingtips find reason to launch himself into the air and into the feeding grounds for his own violent bloodletting. "Ahoy~," is the singsong of V'teri's voice as he hails the familiar and un with a jaunty wave, not so unlike the taunt spared earlier from his dragon to Cadejoth.
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 Dragon> It's too late, now, for thinking about these things. For Iovniath. For Visigoth, too, perhaps: except for a barbed chain, a warning sign. She's his. She's going to be his. (Cadejoth to Visigoth)
 Bijedth turns his back for /one minute/ and the Weyr is full of outsiders! The bronze descends from the sky and purposefully makes his landing near the Reachians, his hide looking and smelling recently scrubbed. "Weyrleader K'del," comes the friendly greeting from N'muir, still undoing his straps, "What an unexpected surprise." He climbs down, sides momentarily sliding to E'dre before turning back to K'del. He tears off his glove before offering his hand and a smile. Bijedth's head swivels around, watching Isyath. "And what timing you have." Is that a jab at the Reachians? It can't be. Could it? At least he's still smiling. His eyes move to Ali, softening gently for the sake of the poor young thing. "But the more the merrier, right, Weyrwoman Ali?"
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 "/Murder/ you," Val agrees, rather more bloodthirstily. Also: "The small man is walking this way," this to K'del, to Ali, even as wind-leapt Visigoth circles now to hunt a herd gone placid... gone /boring/... during its time of safety. Safety that's gone, now. She swallows with his first taste of blood, murmurs to K'del, "Sorry." So quietly. She lets him go. She cracks her knuckles, with their rings. She pushes back her coat, with its ironworked clasps, against the tulle skirts and the pretty little knife at her hip, one that she doesn't touch. And there's N'muir. "Oh, look, another Weyrleader." So bright.
 Wroth ends his swaggering into the bowl by bunching his stumpy hind legs behind him just long enough to launch him into the air. It's a few, rough, pumps of his wings before he's angling up and over to the feeding grounds. He doesn't waste time on picking a meal, finding the first and easy target to descend upon and rend for his meal. It's the only one he'll bother with as once it's discarded he only has eyes for the glowing queen. E'dre gives N'muir a glance and a nod before he takes a step back. His arms fold in front of him and he hunches his shoulders. He's really got nothing to say. For once.
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 Dragon> The thought's still tempered, not yet a challenge, not for Cadejoth. But it echoes: they'll see. (Visigoth to Cadejoth)
 Though half-gritted teeth, K'del manages a, "I do apologise, N'muir. We came to visit the bar--" and now look what's happened. If his expression is anything to go by, he's currently engaged in a battle of the wills, one, given the sweat on his brow, he's rapidly losing. He steps away from Val, as she pushes back her coat, only half watching: most of his attention is on Ali, now, and on-- Cadejoth's in the air. Too late, then, to get out of this. He wipes his forehead with the back of one hand. He half turns, then, a desperate look - cut with lust, of course - ingrained in his expression as he reaches to grab for that half-seen knife of the brownrider beside him.
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 Dragon> To Isyath, Cadejoth is strong. Cadejoth can prove himself, too: he'll fly further and higher than the others. He'll match her heat with heat of his own, raising the temperature of his chains until they melt and meld-- for her, he'll do anything.
 It's a foreign sky, but it's /sky/: Visigoth picks up speed, the wind drying the thin sheath of blood on his talons, and shoulders not directly into the pack but to the side where he can /see/... only then he growls over one wing's shoulder, his Val looking upward and unsuspecting, into the impact of K'del's hand and hers reaching for the hilt, not quite in time. It's a distraction from even Ali, much less from little man and big man and ... the others. Maybe next time, V'teri.

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	Brash Riuscyth, filled with a machismo he's not always entitled to, will probably crow later, after instinct takes hold and shapes his body into Isyath's, molding against hers as his riders should be with Ali's. And yet, there's V'teri struggling between trying to get up and crawl his unmanly way to the flight cave and trying to keep the contents of his stomach inside. He does get up, he does manage to pull Ali inside, but it's highly doubtful they make it any way further than just beyond the entrance. Hopefully, there's a curtain. Either way, it's going to be an incredible afternoon for both of them, surely.		Brash Riuscyth, filled with a machismo he's not always entitled to, will probably crow later, after instinct takes hold and shapes his body into Isyath's, molding against hers as his riders should be with Ali's. And yet, there's V'teri struggling between trying to get up and crawl his unmanly way to the flight cave and trying to keep the contents of his stomach inside. He does get up, he does manage to pull Ali inside, but it's highly doubtful they make it any way further than just beyond the entrance. Hopefully, there's a curtain. Either way, it's going to be an incredible afternoon for both of them, surely.

−		+	Watching Isyath succumb to a Reachian leaves Bijedth viciously roaring his frustration overhead, his cry of defeat eerily echoing off the Bowl walls. He veers off with the other chasers, nearly brushing wings with Wroth as they wind their way away from Riuscyth and his catch. On the ground, N'muir's expression as he watches V'teri pass by is one of murderous rage, but the Weyrleader keeps his hands to himself. He spots E'dre heading for the caverns and follows suit, muttering something under his breath.

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