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It's been a clear, if cool day, though the sun breaks out in the late afternoon, generating warm thermals in Fort's skies. In a sure sign that Isyath isn't far off rising, the junior queen doesn't circle high in the skies above as she normally does, but instead slumbers on her ledge, the underglow of her hide drawing the attention of all who pass by. Near the end of the ledge, Ali is settled on the edge, her legs hanging over, fanning herself. She's wearing a light summer dress, but even with that there's a sheen of sweat to her that suggests her demeanor is likely as a result of Isyath's thoughts as much as anything.

It's been a clear, if cool day, though the sun breaks out in the late afternoon, generating warm thermals in Fort's skies. In a sure sign that Isyath isn't far off rising, the junior queen doesn't circle high in the skies above as she normally does, but instead slumbers on her ledge, the underglow of her hide drawing the attention of all who pass by. Near the end of the ledge, Ali is settled on the edge, her legs hanging over, fanning herself. She's wearing a light summer dress, but even with that there's a sheen of sweat to her that suggests her demeanor is likely as a result of Isyath's thoughts as much as anything.

At a Weyr along enough and you'll pick up some... experience with some things. Some things are simple, when's best for a bath; when's dinner; and when's a queen going to go up. That last one isn't so simple. Elise has been hearing enough of the talk to know, too, that helps. So she's been avoiding the bowl. But Shevena never stops, and isn't so sensitive to the Ruatha girl's discomfort. So off she went on whatever errand today held in store, and now she comes back, walking across the grounds with a small basket that once probably had stuff in it but now is empty. She's singing a song under her breath, totally oblivious. Until she passes Ali's ledge, seeing her there and pausing to wave. And then pausing longer, her eyes narrowing due to a rising of vague suspicion.

At a Weyr along enough and you'll pick up some... experience with some things. Some things are simple, when's best for a bath; when's dinner; and when's a queen going to go up. That last one isn't so simple. Elise has been hearing enough of the talk to know, too, that helps. So she's been avoiding the bowl. But Shevena never stops, and isn't so sensitive to the Ruatha girl's discomfort. So off she went on whatever errand today held in store, and now she comes back, walking across the grounds with a small basket that once probably had stuff in it but now is empty. She's singing a song under her breath, totally oblivious. Until she passes Ali's ledge, seeing her there and pausing to wave. And then pausing longer, her eyes narrowing due to a rising of vague suspicion.

What with Vhaeryth occupying a junior ledge (the one Hematite arguably won), N'rov's in the vicinity; there's no hesitation in how, now, he hops off the one ledge and wanders over towards Isyath's, bypassing the girl with the basket with a distracted nod... the better to reach up and poke towards the goldrider's foot with a literal stick, though at least he doesn't do it hard. "You know, if you're hot, you can put on a bikini."

What with Vhaeryth occupying a junior ledge (the one Hematite arguably won), N'rov's in the vicinity; there's no hesitation in how, now, he hops off the one ledge and wanders over towards Isyath's, bypassing the girl with the basket with a distracted nod... the better to reach up and poke towards the goldrider's foot with a literal stick, though at least he doesn't do it hard. "You know, if you're hot, you can put on a bikini."

R'oan flicks his oiling rag against Etrevth's flank in a silent reaction for whatever the dragon's internal answer must be, countering dryly and insultingly of his own dragon: "You're too small to catch her. You'd end up tired before she was even halfway done, you numbskull." Etrevth snorts, a pointed answer even where not paired with his silent answer. Whatever Etrevth says, however, does finally lift his rider's grey-green gaze to that popular ledge, oiled fingers lifting to shade his eyes briefly as they narrow across the distance, catching on Ali's even as she watches him. And slowly, his lips curve into a sure smirk.

R'oan flicks his oiling rag against Etrevth's flank in a silent reaction for whatever the dragon's internal answer must be, countering dryly and insultingly of his own dragon: "You're too small to catch her. You'd end up tired before she was even halfway done, you numbskull." Etrevth snorts, a pointed answer even where not paired with his silent answer. Whatever Etrevth says, however, does finally lift his rider's grey-green gaze to that popular ledge, oiled fingers lifting to shade his eyes briefly as they narrow across the distance, catching on Ali's even as she watches him. And slowly, his lips curve into a sure smirk.

R'oan's comments, she might hear them, would not or do not help. And that N'rov suddenly seems so interested is a red flag too. But Ali has made a request. Command. Something. She first looks from N'rov to the weyrwoman, one eyebrow lifting on the bronzerider's addition, then, with the basket hanging at her side by one hand, she takes a deep breath and heads for the cavern where the food is. It means she gets a respite from any potential weirdness, but not for very long, and soon she's back with a pitcher that makes hollow-y ice noises and two glasses; the former of which she carries expertly without any sloshy spillage. She returns to the ledge, almost shoves one glass at N'rov, his, and pours one for Ali, offering it up while N'rov hopefully accepts the pitcher too. He, apparently, can do his own.

R'oan's comments, she might hear them, would not or do not help. And that N'rov suddenly seems so interested is a red flag too. But Ali has made a request. Command. Something. She first looks from N'rov to the weyrwoman, one eyebrow lifting on the bronzerider's addition, then, with the basket hanging at her side by one hand, she takes a deep breath and heads for the cavern where the food is. It means she gets a respite from any potential weirdness, but not for very long, and soon she's back with a pitcher that makes hollow-y ice noises and two glasses; the former of which she carries expertly without any sloshy spillage. She returns to the ledge, almost shoves one glass at N'rov, his, and pours one for Ali, offering it up while N'rov hopefully accepts the pitcher too. He, apparently, can do his own.

N'rov not only accepts the glassware, he gives Elise not just a nod this time but a magnificent bow that somehow manages not to spill. Of course, part of that may be credited to his not having poured his own glassful yet, which he then proceeds to do, right before walking up a few of the steps to help himself to one as a seat: not quite on Ali's level, a little further down. While Vhaeryth idly glances around the Bowl and past various other dragons, Etrevyth included with a yawn, his rider asks of Elise, "Are you going to have some of your own?" Surely their current location is... quiet. Though then he's back on his feet at his weyrwoman's comment, assuring Ali as he continues up the stairs towards her ledge, "I would be delighted to bring you some ice." Thrilled!

N'rov not only accepts the glassware, he gives Elise not just a nod this time but a magnificent bow that somehow manages not to spill. Of course, part of that may be credited to his not having poured his own glassful yet, which he then proceeds to do, right before walking up a few of the steps to help himself to one as a seat: not quite on Ali's level, a little further down. While Vhaeryth idly glances around the Bowl and past various other dragons, Etrevyth included with a yawn, his rider asks of Elise, "Are you going to have some of your own?" Surely their current location is... quiet. Though then he's back on his feet at his weyrwoman's comment, assuring Ali as he continues up the stairs towards her ledge, "I would be delighted to bring you some ice." Thrilled!

Ali frowns after Elise, as if perhaps that's not quite what she meant. Or maybe it's just the speed with which the girl departs that has the goldrider unsettled. Well, since N'rov's being so accomodating: "It can only be retrieved from one specific location, high above a valley shaded by two trees, when the sun hits the peak of them, it will highlight the indicated spot to dig," she begins, though the humor and words both trail off as she watches Etrevth's repositioning with a sharp inhale of breath and a pressing of fingers against the glass, gaze seeking R'oan shortly thereafter.

Ali frowns after Elise, as if perhaps that's not quite what she meant. Or maybe it's just the speed with which the girl departs that has the goldrider unsettled. Well, since N'rov's being so accomodating: "It can only be retrieved from one specific location, high above a valley shaded by two trees, when the sun hits the peak of them, it will highlight the indicated spot to dig," she begins, though the humor and words both trail off as she watches Etrevth's repositioning with a sharp inhale of breath and a pressing of fingers against the glass, gaze seeking R'oan shortly thereafter.

As if expecting it, R'oan's attention returns unerringly to Ali after Elise has departed the bowl, a shoulder raising in a blameless, hopeless shrug. He draws closer to the goldrider's weyr, though he stops at the steps leading up to it to peer up at the bronzerider and the goldrider occuping it. "He's convinced it will be any second now--." He cuts off his words at N'rov's actions, a brow drawing in a half-amused crook upwards.

As if expecting it, R'oan's attention returns unerringly to Ali after Elise has departed the bowl, a shoulder raising in a blameless, hopeless shrug. He draws closer to the goldrider's weyr, though he stops at the steps leading up to it to peer up at the bronzerider and the goldrider occuping it. "He's convinced it will be any second now--." He cuts off his words at N'rov's actions, a brow drawing in a half-amused crook upwards.

The bronzerider returns that smile, fleetingly and not without sympathy, before he steps back. Not that he doesn't say, "There's more ice where that came from." In case she wants some. However, there's about to be one fewer piece, because he flicks that one towards approaching R'oan, an easy arch designed to be easy to catch. Or get hit by, he's not picky there either.

The bronzerider returns that smile, fleetingly and not without sympathy, before he steps back. Not that he doesn't say, "There's more ice where that came from." In case she wants some. However, there's about to be one fewer piece, because he flicks that one towards approaching R'oan, an easy arch designed to be easy to catch. Or get hit by, he's not picky there either.

"As you wish," R'oan replies, though the slow smirk that lingers on his lips isn't exactly the most obsequious. He does, however, turn to step away. Probably to fetch water, probably not. He tips a nod to E'ten as he passes the bronzerider by, even as Etrveth rumbles again, twitching his tail on his stolen ledge.

"As you wish," R'oan replies, though the slow smirk that lingers on his lips isn't exactly the most obsequious. He does, however, turn to step away. Probably to fetch water, probably not. He tips a nod to E'ten as he passes the bronzerider by, even as Etrveth rumbles again, twitching his tail on his stolen ledge.

Nodding in return to N'rov with a pair of fingers lightly tapping his own forehead in salute, E'ten takes note of R'oan's departure from the stairs with yet another nod before turning a smile towards Ali. "So he does. Are you finding new errand boys," he asks, taking note of both Etrveth and Vhaeryth absently as he leans against the lower half of the stairs with one shoulder.

Nodding in return to N'rov with a pair of fingers lightly tapping his own forehead in salute, E'ten takes note of R'oan's departure from the stairs with yet another nod before turning a smile towards Ali. "So he does. Are you finding new errand boys," he asks, taking note of both Etrveth and Vhaeryth absently as he leans against the lower half of the stairs with one shoulder.

N'rov doesn't glance up as Vhaeryth abandons Hematite's junior ledge in favor of an effortless, leisurely course towards the feeding pens; he doesn't even glance up when the bronze's shadow passes over. "Of course we are," the bronze's rider says briefly. "We said we would." Him and Vhaeryth, him and E'ten, he'd know of one at least. "Anything else you need?" It could be a leading question. It almost is. But there's not much time left.

N'rov doesn't glance up as Vhaeryth abandons Hematite's junior ledge in favor of an effortless, leisurely course towards the feeding pens; he doesn't even glance up when the bronze's shadow passes over. "Of course we are," the bronze's rider says briefly. "We said we would." Him and Vhaeryth, him and E'ten, he'd know of one at least. "Anything else you need?" It could be a leading question. It almost is. But there's not much time left.

Dragon> There's a heat in the air, an opressiveness that is less physical than mental: though she sleeps, Isyath's presence hangs across the Weyr like a blanket, difficult to ignore; impossible to be unaware of. (To Rasavyth from Isyath)

Dragon> There's a heat in the air, an opressiveness that is less physical than mental: though she sleeps, Isyath's presence hangs across the Weyr like a blanket, difficult to ignore; impossible to be unaware of. (To Rasavyth from Isyath)

Dragon> Perhaps to another dragon, this would be a problem. For Rasavyth, however, well, oppressiveness is ''hot''. The natural near-invisible more felt-than-seen ooze of his mind could act as a balm, could try to bring coolness to the heat, but... why? It would go against his nature to do less than take those things from her unconscious touch and mirror them with only the shimmer of his oozy charm to set them apart. Power is attractive. He wouldn't want to ignore her even if it were an option. Masochist. (To Isyath from Rasavyth)

Dragon> Perhaps to another dragon, this would be a problem. For Rasavyth, however, well, oppressiveness is ''hot''. The natural near-invisible more felt-than-seen ooze of his mind could act as a balm, could try to bring coolness to the heat, but... why? It would go against his nature to do less than take those things from her unconscious touch and mirror them with only the shimmer of his oozy charm to set them apart. Power is attractive. He wouldn't want to ignore her even if it were an option. Masochist. (To Isyath from Rasavyth)

E'ten doesn't seem to mind that K'del isn't here. It certainly doesn't cause him any means of apprehension to see any foreign dragons here. This flight is different by various degrees. Adiulth, on the other hand, has already begun his decent towards the feeding pens. Not in a lazy circle but a direct path from point 'A' to point 'B'. To find a hapless herdbeast should be simple enough. The rider though nods in agreement, "It's probably not likely to be anywhere else." It's an idle remark even though he can't help but to take note of the odd rider present. That would be K'zin, of course.

E'ten doesn't seem to mind that K'del isn't here. It certainly doesn't cause him any means of apprehension to see any foreign dragons here. This flight is different by various degrees. Adiulth, on the other hand, has already begun his decent towards the feeding pens. Not in a lazy circle but a direct path from point 'A' to point 'B'. To find a hapless herdbeast should be simple enough. The rider though nods in agreement, "It's probably not likely to be anywhere else." It's an idle remark even though he can't help but to take note of the odd rider present. That would be K'zin, of course.

Etrevth abandons his tactic of searching for just the right beast, striking at the next one that he flies over and pinning it below his talons, blooding from it deeply. R'oan, at least, has yet to reappear. Maybe that will make Ali feel better.

Etrevth abandons his tactic of searching for just the right beast, striking at the next one that he flies over and pinning it below his talons, blooding from it deeply. R'oan, at least, has yet to reappear. Maybe that will make Ali feel better.

The odd rider has a lazy smile and his approaching stride is bordering on downright indolent as he uses a single finger to hook his riding jacket over his shoulder. He didn't appear until Rasavyth's muzzle was buried in his first kill, draining out the beast's lifeblood to fuel his anticipated flight. But now that he's here, K'zin's brown gaze flicks from the direction of the feeding pens to the riders assembled, "Not late to the party, am I?" His baritone delivers the words smoothly, but with a tone of voice that might give some men all the excuse they need to deck him from the get-go.

The odd rider has a lazy smile and his approaching stride is bordering on downright indolent as he uses a single finger to hook his riding jacket over his shoulder. He didn't appear until Rasavyth's muzzle was buried in his first kill, draining out the beast's lifeblood to fuel his anticipated flight. But now that he's here, K'zin's brown gaze flicks from the direction of the feeding pens to the riders assembled, "Not late to the party, am I?" His baritone delivers the words smoothly, but with a tone of voice that might give some men all the excuse they need to deck him from the get-go.

The second beast that Etrevth downs goes down messily, squealing and squirming as he tears into flesh with wicked sharp teeth and talons. His violence is excessive, the heat from the goldrider driving his own natural instincts. And once he's drained it, he lifts his bloody muzzle to watch Isyath, waiting for any move of the gold's as a signal.

The second beast that Etrevth downs goes down messily, squealing and squirming as he tears into flesh with wicked sharp teeth and talons. His violence is excessive, the heat from the goldrider driving his own natural instincts. And once he's drained it, he lifts his bloody muzzle to watch Isyath, waiting for any move of the gold's as a signal.

"Cheerful bunch," K'zin notes as his eyes sweep across the riders, smile widening to amused grin as he catches Ali's greeting to N'rov. "No one's died," Then the obligatory pause, and, "''Yet''." Rasavyth is taking this seriously... to a point. After all, what's life without a little humor. He takes in the confrontation between Vhaeryth and the glowing gold, before leaping to his next kill; size doesn't matter, right? "Off to a good start with the ladies, Pretty Boy." Which must mean N'rov since K'zin is looking straight at him.

"Cheerful bunch," K'zin notes as his eyes sweep across the riders, smile widening to amused grin as he catches Ali's greeting to N'rov. "No one's died," Then the obligatory pause, and, "''Yet''." Rasavyth is taking this seriously... to a point. After all, what's life without a little humor. He takes in the confrontation between Vhaeryth and the glowing gold, before leaping to his next kill; size doesn't matter, right? "Off to a good start with the ladies, Pretty Boy." Which must mean N'rov since K'zin is looking straight at him.

Etrevth's every shivering muscle seems to be ready for his queen's movement, flinging himself into the air after her with the only advantage he has in a flight such as this: speed. The sleek, small brown is in the air even as Isyath is, despite her moving before him, and the male stretches out the length of his neck as if to touch her or take in her smell.

Etrevth's every shivering muscle seems to be ready for his queen's movement, flinging himself into the air after her with the only advantage he has in a flight such as this: speed. The sleek, small brown is in the air even as Isyath is, despite her moving before him, and the male stretches out the length of his neck as if to touch her or take in her smell.

"Ooh-hoo-hoo!" K'zin half-crows in answer to Ali's threat, his hands throwing up, fingers splayed in front of him, smile annoyingly persistent. "No need to fret, my dear, I'll keep my hands to myself until you're caught." Presumably, of course, by him. "Not that I wouldn't ''enjoy'' seeing you try." If there were other non-flight-lusted 'Reaches riders here who knew him, they could (if not would) defend that this isn't really so much ''K'zin'' as the multitasking muppet-master who's dull bronze cape has spread to catch the wind as he launches in heated pursuit of the gold. Each down stroke sends him onward, after her: the game has begun.

"Ooh-hoo-hoo!" K'zin half-crows in answer to Ali's threat, his hands throwing up, fingers splayed in front of him, smile annoyingly persistent. "No need to fret, my dear, I'll keep my hands to myself until you're caught." Presumably, of course, by him. "Not that I wouldn't ''enjoy'' seeing you try." If there were other non-flight-lusted 'Reaches riders here who knew him, they could (if not would) defend that this isn't really so much ''K'zin'' as the multitasking muppet-master who's dull bronze cape has spread to catch the wind as he launches in heated pursuit of the gold. Each down stroke sends him onward, after her: the game has begun.

Etrevth responds to that sense of her mood, though promise marks his every thought even as he slows himself down, allows the gold to fly further past him, conserving his energy for later in the flight when the smaller, older brown may need it. And even as the others move for the weyr, R'oan doesn't reappear until the last man has entered, sliding in after them in silence to take up a habitual post on a wall without a word. He does glance, briefly, to the 'Reachian bronzerider who seems to have joined them in his absence, but he doesn't look at the weyrwoman.

Etrevth responds to that sense of her mood, though promise marks his every thought even as he slows himself down, allows the gold to fly further past him, conserving his energy for later in the flight when the smaller, older brown may need it. And even as the others move for the weyr, R'oan doesn't reappear until the last man has entered, sliding in after them in silence to take up a habitual post on a wall without a word. He does glance, briefly, to the 'Reachian bronzerider who seems to have joined them in his absence, but he doesn't look at the weyrwoman.

Rasavyth is blithely unconcerned about Isyath's mood. Not that he isn't attentive to its existence, but unbothered. The line between loathing and lust is so narrow, the bronze doesn't mind starting out on the wrong side of it as he dares as is not oft his style, to claim his place in the middle of the pack of pursuers. It rather means he doesn't have so much time to concern himself with Isyath's mood because there are too many sets of wings, too many talons, mouths, and tails to keep an eye on. But at least his new focus means K'zin is silent as he strolls along behind the others. True to his word, his unoccupied hand is now tucked into the pocket of his custom-fitted riding pants, though he does pause on the way in to avail himself of the use of one of the hooks for his jacket, taking his time with it as though he were in no rush to get closer to the goldrider. No one can blame him for not wanting to get closer to the other men just now.

Rasavyth is blithely unconcerned about Isyath's mood. Not that he isn't attentive to its existence, but unbothered. The line between loathing and lust is so narrow, the bronze doesn't mind starting out on the wrong side of it as he dares as is not oft his style, to claim his place in the middle of the pack of pursuers. It rather means he doesn't have so much time to concern himself with Isyath's mood because there are too many sets of wings, too many talons, mouths, and tails to keep an eye on. But at least his new focus means K'zin is silent as he strolls along behind the others. True to his word, his unoccupied hand is now tucked into the pocket of his custom-fitted riding pants, though he does pause on the way in to avail himself of the use of one of the hooks for his jacket, taking his time with it as though he were in no rush to get closer to the goldrider. No one can blame him for not wanting to get closer to the other men just now.

Dragon> They can feel the heat of her, as she passes by, the weight of her presence like the pull of a physical star, inevitable and unavoidable. But, too, they can feel her dismissiveness as her attention flickers over each of them and away almost immediately. (To nearby dragons from Isyath)

Dragon> They can feel the heat of her, as she passes by, the weight of her presence like the pull of a physical star, inevitable and unavoidable. But, too, they can feel her dismissiveness as her attention flickers over each of them and away almost immediately. (To nearby dragons from Isyath)

"Darling, if you're going to punish me, you're going to have to be physical to make an impact," drawls R'oan to that pointed finger, a challenge in the curve of his lips as his gaze finally finds and slides over Ali, intent and focused in a juxtaposition to the way he casually leans again the wall of her personal weyr. Etrevth's experience comes in handy, here, with two decades of anticipating the moves of both golds and greens in a flight. He does not attempt to catch that diving gold, but he does fold himself in to dive after her nimbly.

"Darling, if you're going to punish me, you're going to have to be physical to make an impact," drawls R'oan to that pointed finger, a challenge in the curve of his lips as his gaze finally finds and slides over Ali, intent and focused in a juxtaposition to the way he casually leans again the wall of her personal weyr. Etrevth's experience comes in handy, here, with two decades of anticipating the moves of both golds and greens in a flight. He does not attempt to catch that diving gold, but he does fold himself in to dive after her nimbly.

"Are you sure you don't want me touching any of them, my dear?" K'zin offers sweetly to Ali after R'oan's remark, meandering among the other hopefuls rather than finding a temporary home for himself. He's exploring her space, making himself at home, really. If he were more himself and less his dragon, K'zin would be mortified. But just as Rasavyth's control snuck up on his rider and swept him up in this whole delightful thing, so too is the bronze creeping up through the ranks of the pursuers, his presence subtle. K'zin might be obvious among the suitors, but Ras need not be, not yet. Not as mental manipulations silently draw two browns into conflict, clearing part of his path ahead as wings surge him forward, onward.

"Are you sure you don't want me touching any of them, my dear?" K'zin offers sweetly to Ali after R'oan's remark, meandering among the other hopefuls rather than finding a temporary home for himself. He's exploring her space, making himself at home, really. If he were more himself and less his dragon, K'zin would be mortified. But just as Rasavyth's control snuck up on his rider and swept him up in this whole delightful thing, so too is the bronze creeping up through the ranks of the pursuers, his presence subtle. K'zin might be obvious among the suitors, but Ras need not be, not yet. Not as mental manipulations silently draw two browns into conflict, clearing part of his path ahead as wings surge him forward, onward.

R'oan's gaze only veers towards a darker, narrowed thing at Ali's response, lingering only a moment before he glances to K'zin. "If you touch me, I hope you're willing to lose a few fingers, boy," he warns the younger man. In the air, though, Etrevth is starting to show signs of fatigue before the others do, though he puts the last bit of his strength into trying to chase after that queen.

R'oan's gaze only veers towards a darker, narrowed thing at Ali's response, lingering only a moment before he glances to K'zin. "If you touch me, I hope you're willing to lose a few fingers, boy," he warns the younger man. In the air, though, Etrevth is starting to show signs of fatigue before the others do, though he puts the last bit of his strength into trying to chase after that queen.

"My fingers are only in danger if you're as thick-skulled as you look, old man," K'zin's smile is pleasant, for all that there's a shift in his stance that subtly highlights his Smith-forged muscles. He may not have the height that some 'Reaches bronzers do, but he's nearly of a height with the older man and his build... well, they look well matched from that standpoint too. If they weren't so busy chasing a moody gold, it'd likely make for a good throw down. But it's not R'oan that keeps K'zin's interest, but rather N'rov. "Now, now, N'rov, you know that's not good for your health," the 'Reaches man advises as Rasavyth's slender form sweeps past the climbing Vhaeryth, too close for comfort; but even the bronze is keeping his paws to himself as he goes. Still, that's one more that Vhaeryth will have to contend with if he wants another shot at Isyath.

"My fingers are only in danger if you're as thick-skulled as you look, old man," K'zin's smile is pleasant, for all that there's a shift in his stance that subtly highlights his Smith-forged muscles. He may not have the height that some 'Reaches bronzers do, but he's nearly of a height with the older man and his build... well, they look well matched from that standpoint too. If they weren't so busy chasing a moody gold, it'd likely make for a good throw down. But it's not R'oan that keeps K'zin's interest, but rather N'rov. "Now, now, N'rov, you know that's not good for your health," the 'Reaches man advises as Rasavyth's slender form sweeps past the climbing Vhaeryth, too close for comfort; but even the bronze is keeping his paws to himself as he goes. Still, that's one more that Vhaeryth will have to contend with if he wants another shot at Isyath.

That dull noise is the impact of Ali's elbow somewhere into N'rov's midsection. It's probably not a personal thing; her thoughts are too twined with Isyath's to be so: Isyath's not ready to be captured yet, and so neither is she. Of course, a moment later, a sharp breath escapes her and something apologetic fleetingly crosses her gaze, but she doesn't take it back. High above, Isyath leads them on a longer chase, onwards and upwards, renewed delight spilling outwards at every suitor that drops out. She doesn't intend to be caught easily, that much is clear; there's no further antics once she's made her position known. The ground is a far distant dream when she starts to flag, one falter at first, then slowing noticeably, but still aiming for the now-visible stars, stretching for the distant dream that's never quite reached.

That dull noise is the impact of Ali's elbow somewhere into N'rov's midsection. It's probably not a personal thing; her thoughts are too twined with Isyath's to be so: Isyath's not ready to be captured yet, and so neither is she. Of course, a moment later, a sharp breath escapes her and something apologetic fleetingly crosses her gaze, but she doesn't take it back. High above, Isyath leads them on a longer chase, onwards and upwards, renewed delight spilling outwards at every suitor that drops out. She doesn't intend to be caught easily, that much is clear; there's no further antics once she's made her position known. The ground is a far distant dream when she starts to flag, one falter at first, then slowing noticeably, but still aiming for the now-visible stars, stretching for the distant dream that's never quite reached.

Rasavyth is not the biggest bronze here. Nor is he the fastest. But he just ''might'' be the smartest. If he is to catch Isyath, it won't be because he muscles the others aside, or because he zips past them as some of the more slender browns do to make their attempts, it will be because Rasavyth chooses his moment well. He waits. He watches, he positions himself, and at what seems the ''right moment'' to him, he's there, not just physically reaching for Isyath, but mentally, heat and power suffused with glittering ooze, all colored with desire, even if there is a subtle edge of amusement and an even more subtle edge of something just a little bit ''wrong'' about him. "Think my threats are empty?" K'zin's laughter is ''wrong'', too. Cruel, callous. "Try me." The two words come as laughter is abruptly cut off in favor of deadly seriousness. He's stopped his wanderings now, feet not shifting any more. His hand snaps out. But it's not a gesture to R'oan. Not even one to N'rov who didn't heed his advice in time to spare him, but to the goldrider. The hand is extended in the way that a man might in expectation of her dropping whatever it is she's doing to come to him. It must be a hopeful gesture, even if the manner in which it is delivered is one more akin to hopelessness - hopelessness for Ali, for the gold. Surely, soon they will be caught. Will it be to him that she comes?

Rasavyth is not the biggest bronze here. Nor is he the fastest. But he just ''might'' be the smartest. If he is to catch Isyath, it won't be because he muscles the others aside, or because he zips past them as some of the more slender browns do to make their attempts, it will be because Rasavyth chooses his moment well. He waits. He watches, he positions himself, and at what seems the ''right moment'' to him, he's there, not just physically reaching for Isyath, but mentally, heat and power suffused with glittering ooze, all colored with desire, even if there is a subtle edge of amusement and an even more subtle edge of something just a little bit ''wrong'' about him. "Think my threats are empty?" K'zin's laughter is ''wrong'', too. Cruel, callous. "Try me." The two words come as laughter is abruptly cut off in favor of deadly seriousness. He's stopped his wanderings now, feet not shifting any more. His hand snaps out. But it's not a gesture to R'oan. Not even one to N'rov who didn't heed his advice in time to spare him, but to the goldrider. The hand is extended in the way that a man might in expectation of her dropping whatever it is she's doing to come to him. It must be a hopeful gesture, even if the manner in which it is delivered is one more akin to hopelessness - hopelessness for Ali, for the gold. Surely, soon they will be caught. Will it be to him that she comes?

Thud. That was heartening. Borrowing from E'ten's point of view, Adiulth has a renewed sense of purpose as he tries to reach the same heights as Isyath still ahead of him. Unlike some of those already dropping out, he's aiming to catch up with the golden queen ahead by the use of a nearby thermal ahead. But will it be enough? That, he doesn't know but there is the challenge and one willingly accepted. Still. It might shoot him high enough to make every effort of reaching out for the golden queen. And yet, he tries.

Thud. That was heartening. Borrowing from E'ten's point of view, Adiulth has a renewed sense of purpose as he tries to reach the same heights as Isyath still ahead of him. Unlike some of those already dropping out, he's aiming to catch up with the golden queen ahead by the use of a nearby thermal ahead. But will it be enough? That, he doesn't know but there is the challenge and one willingly accepted. Still. It might shoot him high enough to make every effort of reaching out for the golden queen. And yet, he tries.

There is no nuts to kick at losing in this weyr, alas, and so R'oan only peels himself from the wall with a dark glance that encompasses K'zin and Ali both before he leaves without another word. Etrevth sinks, no energy to remain in the air further, and plummets dangerously down to his own ledge.

There is no nuts to kick at losing in this weyr, alas, and so R'oan only peels himself from the wall with a dark glance that encompasses K'zin and Ali both before he leaves without another word. Etrevth sinks, no energy to remain in the air further, and plummets dangerously down to his own ledge.

Right. There he is- Ali doesn't recognize K'zin from the one meeting they've had, and at this point doesn't really care. In the same way that Isyath tangles with Rasavyth, need drives the goldrider and she's already pulling free of some of those annoying clothes by the time they make contact. There'll be time for introductions, later.

Right. There he is- Ali doesn't recognize K'zin from the one meeting they've had, and at this point doesn't really care. In the same way that Isyath tangles with Rasavyth, need drives the goldrider and she's already pulling free of some of those annoying clothes by the time they make contact. There'll be time for introductions, later.

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