Logs:Solith Flies Again - Revision history

K'del at 04:19, 26 April 2015

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H'kon at 04:11, 26 April 2015

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H'kon at 04:10, 26 April 2015

2015-04-26T04:10:10Z

H'kon: I leave it to others to add/change icons and put in any dragon speak to which I was not privy.

2015-04-26T04:08:28Z

I leave it to others to add/change icons and put in any dragon speak to which I was not privy.

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	''"No." It's a denial of everything. Reality does not shift to match that denial. Ulyana's lost any color she might have had and finds herself mirroring A'rist - just as Qhyluth mirrors Lythronath in his peculiar way. Those warning clicks are echoed in the blue's gurgling voice; that ''blue'' is countered with a fractured whisper of << She, She, She >> in those sickly, sycophantic voices that can barely be heard over the roar of the ocean. And then he's on the wing as well, body moving with a singularly serpentine undulation and with a grace that's obscene. Stay here; no. Stay safe; no. Blue; yes.''		''"No." It's a denial of everything. Reality does not shift to match that denial. Ulyana's lost any color she might have had and finds herself mirroring A'rist - just as Qhyluth mirrors Lythronath in his peculiar way. Those warning clicks are echoed in the blue's gurgling voice; that ''blue'' is countered with a fractured whisper of << She, She, She >> in those sickly, sycophantic voices that can barely be heard over the roar of the ocean. And then he's on the wing as well, body moving with a singularly serpentine undulation and with a grace that's obscene. Stay here; no. Stay safe; no. Blue; yes.''
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−	Dragon> To Solith, Lythronath projects << \| << No. >> The word comes with the strength and force of a wingbeat, and takes in some of the cold and wet of the rain. << Green. >> And now, he sees her. << Bronze. Lythronath. >> Each syllable, a wingbeat, bringing him closer, the intensity of his focus taking off some of the rain. >>

	Dragon> << No. >> The word comes with the strength and force of a wingbeat, and takes in some of the cold and wet of the rain. << Green. >> And now, he sees her. << Bronze. Lythronath. >> Each syllable, a wingbeat, bringing him closer, the intensity of his focus taking off some of the rain. (To Solith from Lythronath)		Dragon> << No. >> The word comes with the strength and force of a wingbeat, and takes in some of the cold and wet of the rain. << Green. >> And now, he sees her. << Bronze. Lythronath. >> Each syllable, a wingbeat, bringing him closer, the intensity of his focus taking off some of the rain. (To Solith from Lythronath)

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 {{Log
 |who=A'rist, Alida, C'stian, K'zin, R'oan, Telavi, Ulyana
-|what=Solith flighs. Folks and dragons flock from all around to try catch her.
+|what=Solith flies. Folks and dragons flock from all around to try catch her.
 |where=Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr; Ground Weyr, High Reaches Weyr; Feeding Pens, High Reaches Weyr
 |involves=Fort Weyr, High Reaches Weyr

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 |type=Log
 |ooc=Scene between Ulyana and A'rist prior to flight in italics until they join the group.
-|icons-new=Icon a'rist debonair.png, Icon a'rist lynner feelings.jpg, Icon alida.jpg, Icon telavi.jpg, Icon k'zin.jpg, Ulyana.jpg,
+|icons-new=Icon a'rist debonair.png, Icon a'rist lynner feelings.jpg, Icon alida.jpg, Icon telavi.jpg, Icon k'zin.jpg, Icon Ulyana.jpg,
 |log=''That egg didn't move, it couldn't have. But Lythronath is up from his haunch sit once more, tail extending behind him on the ledge he's taken as his own, and entire back end wiggling with delight while he balances lower on his front legs, and huffs at the evening air. Babies! A'rist has only just dismounted, and ducks a twitching wing, any sternness on his face fading into curiosity, as his bronze remains insistent. The curiosity has him edging nearer the edge of that ledge, and peering down to the sands also, while the heat threatens to steam him in the rain-soaked riding leathers he's yet to even open up, let alone take off, since landing.''