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| + | Dragon> It's been another humid early-autumn day, the heat of summer clinging on- or maybe it's Isyath's heat, ever-present across the Weyr, near-oppressive. She's half-awake on her ledge now, mostly somnolent, but difficult to ignore for all that. (To Fort dragons from Isyath) | ||
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| + | Dragon> The weight of the heat surrounding her thoughts is almost oppressive, humidity reflecting her physical environment. She's only half-awake yet through the drifting light of her stars there's the occasional, reflected jangling note of chains, off-beat and a little discordant. (To Cadejoth from Isyath) | ||
Dragon> To Isyath, Cadejoth must be conscious of her half-awake state, because though his instinctual response would be, surely, to rattle his own chains, he reigns that in-- and contents himself, instead, with weaving his chains through her stars further and further, like decorations strung from a tree. They do still jangle: every so often, a metallic clank and tinkle, warm and growing warmer still. | Dragon> To Isyath, Cadejoth must be conscious of her half-awake state, because though his instinctual response would be, surely, to rattle his own chains, he reigns that in-- and contents himself, instead, with weaving his chains through her stars further and further, like decorations strung from a tree. They do still jangle: every so often, a metallic clank and tinkle, warm and growing warmer still. | ||
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| + | Dragon> Vhaeryth seems to have given up even pretending to ignore the starry queen (his dam!) over the past few days, when he's awake, which isn't to say the he's anywhere near staring all the time. No, for the most part he's hanging out in the general vicinity on some ledge or other, more keeping track of her in a general sort of way. If they look where he's usually looking, they'll see... more cliff. In fact, he appears so bored that they might as well wander off and run a sweep or something. Maybe they should go do that now. (To Fort dragons from Vhaeryth) | ||
Dragon> To Cadejoth, Isyath twitches a little, to every jangle, though it doesn't rouse her entirely. The heat- the stillness- of the air presses around her, making the idea of moving difficult. She's quite content to remain here, in her Weyr - with no other queens nearby to challenge her ownership of Fort today. | Dragon> To Cadejoth, Isyath twitches a little, to every jangle, though it doesn't rouse her entirely. The heat- the stillness- of the air presses around her, making the idea of moving difficult. She's quite content to remain here, in her Weyr - with no other queens nearby to challenge her ownership of Fort today. | ||
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| + | Dragon> Yes, maybe they should. Run away. They can; she knows they'll be back. Isyath owns Fort Weyr today, no other queens in the vicinity to challenge her on that. The occasional jangle of chains that laces her heated, starry thoughts brings her slowly closer to full consciousness, growing interest in her thoughts. (To Fort dragons from Isyath) | ||
Dragon> ''Her'' Weyr. That's a lovely thought, isn't it? Cadejoth dwells on it for a moment, amidst the occasional rattle-and-clank. ''Perhaps'' he might come and visit her, in ''her'' Weyr, today. Perhaps, later, she'll feel up to ''flying''. (It's all accompanied by the sudden sensation of flight: wind beneath wings, air hurtling past headknobs; perfection, all of it). (To Isyath from Cadejoth) | Dragon> ''Her'' Weyr. That's a lovely thought, isn't it? Cadejoth dwells on it for a moment, amidst the occasional rattle-and-clank. ''Perhaps'' he might come and visit her, in ''her'' Weyr, today. Perhaps, later, she'll feel up to ''flying''. (It's all accompanied by the sudden sensation of flight: wind beneath wings, air hurtling past headknobs; perfection, all of it). (To Isyath from Cadejoth) | ||
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Dragon> Well. In ''that'' case! Again, there's the sensation of flying, but this time it's more purposeful, a wordless 'we're on our way' that probably isn't completely accurate... presumably he needs to give his rider time to catch up, first. Still! (To Isyath from Cadejoth) | Dragon> Well. In ''that'' case! Again, there's the sensation of flying, but this time it's more purposeful, a wordless 'we're on our way' that probably isn't completely accurate... presumably he needs to give his rider time to catch up, first. Still! (To Isyath from Cadejoth) | ||
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Standing at the base of the waterfall, Ali has her arms outstretched to catch some of the mist that rises off the water at the base. The day /has/ been humid, but as much of the heat that's in the air is thanks to Isyath's-hard-to-ignore mood. The queen's moving, somewhat- stretching languidly on her distant ledge, though the dark-haired woman's paying her no mind right now. | Standing at the base of the waterfall, Ali has her arms outstretched to catch some of the mist that rises off the water at the base. The day /has/ been humid, but as much of the heat that's in the air is thanks to Isyath's-hard-to-ignore mood. The queen's moving, somewhat- stretching languidly on her distant ledge, though the dark-haired woman's paying her no mind right now. | ||
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| + | Dragon> He remembers /blood/, does Vhaeryth, for all that it's not yet urgent. No one's had to whisper it to him this time, though, not with her very movements bringing it to mind. (To Fort dragons from Vhaeryth) | ||
The watchdragon acknowledges Cadejoth and his rider as they arrive, the bronze rather impatient in his answering call; indeed, he's impatient altogether, diving for the ground rather than circling sedately, his straps jangling around him as he comes to a far-less-than-graceful landing. "Whoa," mutters K'del, straightening against the impact, all the better to lift his head and glance around the bowl. "Okay, okay, give me a moment." He dismounts, unstrapping the bronze with quick, efficient movements. | The watchdragon acknowledges Cadejoth and his rider as they arrive, the bronze rather impatient in his answering call; indeed, he's impatient altogether, diving for the ground rather than circling sedately, his straps jangling around him as he comes to a far-less-than-graceful landing. "Whoa," mutters K'del, straightening against the impact, all the better to lift his head and glance around the bowl. "Okay, okay, give me a moment." He dismounts, unstrapping the bronze with quick, efficient movements. | ||
| − | He's seen her there before, has N'rov, and he's been steering clear. Even so, he finds his footsteps taking him more or less towards the lake, though he walks slowly at the base of the cliff right at the moment, his hands thrust into his shorts' pockets and a waistcoat flapping unbuttoned above his sleeveless shirt. His steps are tight, even tense, as though he's on a short leash. He's not going to miss that jangly bronze's landing, and when he spots it, his | + | He's seen her there before, has N'rov, and he's been steering clear. Even so, he finds his footsteps taking him more or less towards the lake, though he walks slowly at the base of the cliff right at the moment, his hands thrust into his shorts' pockets and a waistcoat flapping unbuttoned above his sleeveless shirt. His steps are tight, even tense, as though he's on a short leash. He's not going to miss that jangly bronze's landing, and when he spots it, his inicipient grimace shades into a smirk. |
N'rov isn't the only one that notices Cadejoth's arrival- he, moreso than Isyath's stirring- earns Ali's attention, the goldrider avidly watching him land. Speaking of impatience, Cadejoth's not the only one waiting for K'del's attention- the Fortian junior's steps carry her quickly over towards the 'Reachian wingsecond, a sense of joyful freedom in her stride that is quite unusual for the woman. Not to mention the fact that, the moment he's done with Cadejoth's straps, she gives K'del a welcoming hug. | N'rov isn't the only one that notices Cadejoth's arrival- he, moreso than Isyath's stirring- earns Ali's attention, the goldrider avidly watching him land. Speaking of impatience, Cadejoth's not the only one waiting for K'del's attention- the Fortian junior's steps carry her quickly over towards the 'Reachian wingsecond, a sense of joyful freedom in her stride that is quite unusual for the woman. Not to mention the fact that, the moment he's done with Cadejoth's straps, she gives K'del a welcoming hug. | ||
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That reaction of Ali's disappears the smirk, post-haste. N'rov stops. Beyond him, a cluster of /Fortian/ riders walk 'idly' towards the lake, one of them scratching under his arm, another catching his eye and getting a curt nod in reply. It's followed by the lift of his chin: yeah, over there. | That reaction of Ali's disappears the smirk, post-haste. N'rov stops. Beyond him, a cluster of /Fortian/ riders walk 'idly' towards the lake, one of them scratching under his arm, another catching his eye and getting a curt nod in reply. It's followed by the lift of his chin: yeah, over there. | ||
| − | "Al--" begins K'del, as he drops the bundle of leather and metal onto the ground. But then she's ''hugging'' him, and yes, he's surprised for a moment, but not so surprised he can't hug her back. He's a gentleman about it, though, drawing himself back after a few moments so that he can meet her gaze and say, cheerfully, "Hi, Ali. Seemed like we were wanted here. You're-- doing okay?" Over her shoulder, he can probably see that group of Fortian riders; his chin lifts. | + | "Al--" begins K'del, as he drops the bundle of leather and metal onto the ground. But then she's ''hugging'' him, and yes, he's surprised for a moment, but not so surprised he can't hug her back. He's a gentleman about it, though, drawing himself back after a few moments so that he can meet her gaze and say, cheerfully, "Hi, Ali. Seemed like we were wanted here. You're-- doing okay?" Over her shoulder, he can probably see that group of Fortian riders; his chin lifts. |
Those Fortian riders: either Ali's unaware of them or deliberately ignoring them for now- both are just as likely. K'del might be a gentleman, but the goldrider's hands linger against his forearms after he draws back. "I'm /glad/ you're here," she says, vehemently, gaze distractedly flickering past him, to Isyath- who has finished stretching on her ledge. "Soon," she murmurs. | Those Fortian riders: either Ali's unaware of them or deliberately ignoring them for now- both are just as likely. K'del might be a gentleman, but the goldrider's hands linger against his forearms after he draws back. "I'm /glad/ you're here," she says, vehemently, gaze distractedly flickering past him, to Isyath- who has finished stretching on her ledge. "Soon," she murmurs. | ||
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N'rov waits up for E'ten, and when he's near mutters, "Yeah, him again. Next thing you know, we'll have Maldoranth tottering around, Nazz...th clawing up half the place, it'll be like old times. Actually," and now he's eyeing departing Cadejoth with new speculation, like maybe Nazguwynth could after all be useful in some way. | N'rov waits up for E'ten, and when he's near mutters, "Yeah, him again. Next thing you know, we'll have Maldoranth tottering around, Nazz...th clawing up half the place, it'll be like old times. Actually," and now he's eyeing departing Cadejoth with new speculation, like maybe Nazguwynth could after all be useful in some way. | ||
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| + | Nyna has arrived. | ||
Dragon> Indeed. There's something in the area that doesn't match. It may be in the form of Cadejoth. With Adiulth's dropping off his own ledge, there's no mistaking the path he makes. One only needs to take note of Isyath's attentive glide. (To local dragons from Adiulth) | Dragon> Indeed. There's something in the area that doesn't match. It may be in the form of Cadejoth. With Adiulth's dropping off his own ledge, there's no mistaking the path he makes. One only needs to take note of Isyath's attentive glide. (To local dragons from Adiulth) | ||
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Dragon> To local dragons, Adiulth is not about to let the sheer speed of the take off bother him. The presence of Cadejoth ahead of him is a minor annoyance. Between him and Isyath, but he can rely on the speed that he has to bear in addition to the difference in size. The direct approach worked once, but he needs to see how she veers - this time. It doesn't change the the heat that rolls over his hide nor the fact he's not about to think anyone else can catch Isyath. Like that foreign bronze. | Dragon> To local dragons, Adiulth is not about to let the sheer speed of the take off bother him. The presence of Cadejoth ahead of him is a minor annoyance. Between him and Isyath, but he can rely on the speed that he has to bear in addition to the difference in size. The direct approach worked once, but he needs to see how she veers - this time. It doesn't change the the heat that rolls over his hide nor the fact he's not about to think anyone else can catch Isyath. Like that foreign bronze. | ||
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| + | K'del heads in from the bowl. | ||
| + | K'del has arrived. | ||
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| + | N'rov heads in from the bowl. | ||
| + | N'rov has arrived. | ||
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| + | E'ten heads in from the bowl. | ||
| + | E'ten has arrived. | ||
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| + | Nyna heads in from the bowl. | ||
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| + | Dragon> The heat lifts, by measures- to be replaced with a joyous abandon that flows outwards. /They/ matter little right now, the browns and bronzes in her wake- she's focused on what's ahead- upward, and beyond, stretching for new heights and those too-distant stars. (To local dragons from Isyath) | ||
The others are all eyed as competition, influenced from Ryoth no doubt, though Nyna's in no shape to curb his tongue right now. The brown's main disadvantage here is lack of experience (and size, of course) to his male counterparts, though he gives it the good ol' college try: using less-than-savory tactics if necessary! An attempted nip here, crash there... it's all good, right? Nyna is a little unsure of what to do. Her one experience with flights was Ebeny and Laurienth which was a different kettle of fish altogether. But gamely, she's darting after the bronze riders and the goldrider. "Ali..." Plea? Request? Hard to tell. | The others are all eyed as competition, influenced from Ryoth no doubt, though Nyna's in no shape to curb his tongue right now. The brown's main disadvantage here is lack of experience (and size, of course) to his male counterparts, though he gives it the good ol' college try: using less-than-savory tactics if necessary! An attempted nip here, crash there... it's all good, right? Nyna is a little unsure of what to do. Her one experience with flights was Ebeny and Laurienth which was a different kettle of fish altogether. But gamely, she's darting after the bronze riders and the goldrider. "Ali..." Plea? Request? Hard to tell. | ||
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Dragon> Up and up and up. The air is sharp and thin and yet Vhaeryth downs it gladly in great lungfuls to fuel his flight. Perhaps he should only look to the queen, but one considering eye's bent to those who struggle along with him, to see just what good a lunge could do. Isyath did so like that other's fall, after all, and if he can prevent it from being his own /down/fall... He attempts it, a jolting reach that would steal the other's precious wind. Only /then/ he finds just how much harder it is, without those thermals, and he needs every inch. The other might slow like Ryoth does, but Vhaeryth attends to him as little as he had the mountains beneath them, only focused on recovering some of that stretching rhythm that taps into the growing sense of /soon/. Now he looks to Isyath again, except now he's not only watching but watching out. She might turn. She might plunge. And, if will alone's enough, he'll /be/ there. (To local dragons from Vhaeryth) | Dragon> Up and up and up. The air is sharp and thin and yet Vhaeryth downs it gladly in great lungfuls to fuel his flight. Perhaps he should only look to the queen, but one considering eye's bent to those who struggle along with him, to see just what good a lunge could do. Isyath did so like that other's fall, after all, and if he can prevent it from being his own /down/fall... He attempts it, a jolting reach that would steal the other's precious wind. Only /then/ he finds just how much harder it is, without those thermals, and he needs every inch. The other might slow like Ryoth does, but Vhaeryth attends to him as little as he had the mountains beneath them, only focused on recovering some of that stretching rhythm that taps into the growing sense of /soon/. Now he looks to Isyath again, except now he's not only watching but watching out. She might turn. She might plunge. And, if will alone's enough, he'll /be/ there. (To local dragons from Vhaeryth) | ||
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At some point, while Ryoth tries, Nyna does so as well, but blends into the crowd. Perhaps sneaking off with someone as Ryoth's frustration gets him out of the flight earlier than even he expected. So she exits! Stage, left! | At some point, while Ryoth tries, Nyna does so as well, but blends into the crowd. Perhaps sneaking off with someone as Ryoth's frustration gets him out of the flight earlier than even he expected. So she exits! Stage, left! | ||
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Ali, apparently, isn't fond of those pushing in closer, and this, in turn makes her press in closer to K'del, like he can protect her from the others reaching out for her. The fact that he's a Reachian rider and probably the cause of displeasure within the room is too far beyond her contemplation now- Isyath's starting to tire, and she can feel it- muttering something under her breath that sounds like a plea. | Ali, apparently, isn't fond of those pushing in closer, and this, in turn makes her press in closer to K'del, like he can protect her from the others reaching out for her. The fact that he's a Reachian rider and probably the cause of displeasure within the room is too far beyond her contemplation now- Isyath's starting to tire, and she can feel it- muttering something under her breath that sounds like a plea. | ||
| − | "We've got you," that's K'del, wrapping his arm around Ali, now, possessive and protective. Above, Cadejoth is executing his last push-- throwing himself in her direction so that, if all goes to plan, he can be there when it really is time to fall. He, too, is largely oblivious to everyone else: this is about him and her, clearly. The rest of | + | "We've got you," that's K'del, wrapping his arm around Ali, now, possessive and protective. Above, Cadejoth is executing his last push-- throwing himself in her direction so that, if all goes to plan, he can be there when it really is time to fall. He, too, is largely oblivious to everyone else: this is about him and her, clearly. The rest of you... eh. Too bad. |
Dragon> Here. To him. Cadejoth's right ''here''-- all you need to do is drop! (To Isyath from Cadejoth) | Dragon> Here. To him. Cadejoth's right ''here''-- all you need to do is drop! (To Isyath from Cadejoth) | ||
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Dragon> Those that know Isyath's yearning for the skies probably have the advantage of suspecting she might never dive to tease her chasers- that the height is more important than that, this time. Today, the skies are out of her reach, and when she falters- and starts to fall- it is into Vhaeryth's embrace that she falls. (To local dragons from Isyath) | Dragon> Those that know Isyath's yearning for the skies probably have the advantage of suspecting she might never dive to tease her chasers- that the height is more important than that, this time. Today, the skies are out of her reach, and when she falters- and starts to fall- it is into Vhaeryth's embrace that she falls. (To local dragons from Isyath) | ||
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N'rad is able to fully disengage from the nearby goings-on now that Maldoranth is far removed from the chase. The young rider regards the others for one last moment, an odd expression on his face that most closely resembles disappointed confusion (granted, not an unfamiliar expression for him). Then, perhaps eager for something to dull the senses, he removes himself entirely and disappears to some other area of the Weyr. | N'rad is able to fully disengage from the nearby goings-on now that Maldoranth is far removed from the chase. The young rider regards the others for one last moment, an odd expression on his face that most closely resembles disappointed confusion (granted, not an unfamiliar expression for him). Then, perhaps eager for something to dull the senses, he removes himself entirely and disappears to some other area of the Weyr. | ||
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There's a strangled noise from Ali, somewhere between denial and frustration- coupled with a sudden /need/. She's probably not even that aware who she's clinging to at this point, but he's warm and there and- well, she's totally going to take advantage of K'del, pressing her lips against his. | There's a strangled noise from Ali, somewhere between denial and frustration- coupled with a sudden /need/. She's probably not even that aware who she's clinging to at this point, but he's warm and there and- well, she's totally going to take advantage of K'del, pressing her lips against his. | ||
K'del -- is no longer going to be a gentleman. Maybe he ''can't''. He's got to be conscious of Cadejoth's sudden loss, but Ali is warm and she's ''kissing'' him and-- can you blame him for kissing back? Really? Or for suddenly wrapping his arms around her, hands taking advantage of proximity to ''touch''. He's luckier than Cadejoth, who overshoots his mark and ends up hurtling back towards the ground quite alone. | K'del -- is no longer going to be a gentleman. Maybe he ''can't''. He's got to be conscious of Cadejoth's sudden loss, but Ali is warm and she's ''kissing'' him and-- can you blame him for kissing back? Really? Or for suddenly wrapping his arms around her, hands taking advantage of proximity to ''touch''. He's luckier than Cadejoth, who overshoots his mark and ends up hurtling back towards the ground quite alone. | ||
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| + | Never has K'del looked quite so much like a busty, overreaching blonde who inconveniently happens to make delectable muffins, and at this rate, it won't just be Reesa who gets a mess on her clothes. "The /fuck/?" This time, it's even more offended and, unhampered by a goldrider in his arms (/yet/), N'rov knows what to do. It's a matter of reaching for K'del's shoulder with one hand, the better to yank him back and send a fist crashing towards his face. Yes, he's taking what flight-wild care he can to not hit Ali. And yes, if he didn't, Hematite would never, ever, /ever/ let him live it down. | ||
Never has K'del looked quite so much like a busty, brassy, overreaching baker who inconveniently happens to make delectable muffins, and at this rate, it won't just be Reesa who gets a mess on her clothes. "The /fuck/?" This time, it's even more offended and, unhampered by a goldrider in his arms (/yet/), N'rov knows what to do. It's a matter of reaching for K'del's shoulder with one hand, the better to yank him back and send a fist crashing towards his face. Yes, he's taking what flight-wild care he can to not hit Ali. And yes, if he didn't, Hematite would never, ever, /ever/ let him live it down. | Never has K'del looked quite so much like a busty, brassy, overreaching baker who inconveniently happens to make delectable muffins, and at this rate, it won't just be Reesa who gets a mess on her clothes. "The /fuck/?" This time, it's even more offended and, unhampered by a goldrider in his arms (/yet/), N'rov knows what to do. It's a matter of reaching for K'del's shoulder with one hand, the better to yank him back and send a fist crashing towards his face. Yes, he's taking what flight-wild care he can to not hit Ali. And yes, if he didn't, Hematite would never, ever, /ever/ let him live it down. | ||
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Okay, well- it's not to say that Ali's easily distracted, but Isyath being caught means there's certain /urges/ to be fulfilled, and frankly at this stage N'rov tugging at her is kind of hard to ignore. They just might make it to the table, and maybe even before the others leave the weyr- if they're lucky (or not). | Okay, well- it's not to say that Ali's easily distracted, but Isyath being caught means there's certain /urges/ to be fulfilled, and frankly at this stage N'rov tugging at her is kind of hard to ignore. They just might make it to the table, and maybe even before the others leave the weyr- if they're lucky (or not). | ||
| − | E'ten's punch leaves K'del winded, dropping to his knees. It takes the fight out of him, at least, but it doesn't exactly help him leave in a timely fashion: he gets an eyeful. Or an earful, maybe, before he crawls out, blood dripping down his nose and into his mouth, breathing laboured. This? Is all Ali's fault. | + | E'ten's punch leaves K'del winded, dropping to his knees. It takes the fight out of him, at least, but it doesn't exactly help him leave in a timely fashion: he gets an eyeful. Or an earful, maybe, before he crawls out, blood dripping down his nose and into his mouth, breathing laboured. This? Is all Ali's fault. |
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