Thu Jun 5 19:05:15 1997 EDT Tachia doesn't giggle at the snow nope she doesn't cause she wants to live yup. Instead she nudges K'yo. "How has your duties been going?" She keeps clear blue eyes on the retired weyrwoman though as she tries to hide farther back against the wall. Something wrong yup people acting strange uh huh, her eyes dance as she looks around for a possible safe place to hide. T'lor comes back into the cavern and sits at a table off from the main gathering of people. His words are mumbled together (Jisanth) Jisanth rises to his feet and walks over to Specreth. He plops back down on his haunches. His wings ruffle at his sides, fanning the top sift of snow in a swirling pattern that redeposits on the surrounding candidates and ... /her/ feet. (Jisanth) Enkith shakes snow off his shoulders and whuffs around. Gamma storms into the room just before the bronzer and to Tachia and K'yo she gives not even a wave. Klah is good. She barks, "Get me some klah!" And a drudge scurries. Others hide. /Smart/. (Jisanth) Tiana looks a little distant, not even aware of the snow now half-melting on her head. (Jisanth) Gamina notices Lorren and calls over, "What's wrong?" She glances over at Spectreth and the males dragons with a funny expression. (Jisanth) Lorren hmms. "Gamma. First she got hit with a snowball, then she didn't even notice." He, too, tilts his head at Spectreth. (Jisanth) Spectreth rumbles darkly at the bronze that dares to hide the sun's rays with parts of his body. Succulent sun is for her, though within she roils and slaps her tail into the air with a /crack/. (Jisanth) Gamina swallows as the snowball falls out her hand to the ground. She glances at the other two and back at the dragons. She suggest, "Let's go in and ....." She jumps and forgets to finish her sentence at the crack (Jisanth) Tiana's face is a study of confusion as she shakes her head, her eyes clearing. "Ummm, we may want to move back out of the way. I think Spectreth is going to rise." T'lor drums his fingers on the table's edge as he thinks. Words still mumble out from his lips, till he turns his head to face the wall and away from them. "Some people." Not those present, but those not. On and on he mumbles to himself about how people are entitled to opininos, even if /just/ a dragonrider. (Jisanth) Jisanth exhales steam from his nostrils, causing the air to become tinged with dragon heat and dead beast stench. His head turns more fully to her on sinewy length of neck. A warble escapes his maw, in question as thoughts flood into her sanctuary of mind. (Jisanth) Xandrath tilts his head at Spectreth too. Annoyed, too, that /someone/ has their body in the sun and stops it reaching her. She looks just so.... gold.. in that light. Fit to be admired. He draws himself up straighter, wings flipped neatly to his back. Looks good in the sun too, now doesn't he ;) (Jisanth) Lorren shivers slightly. "It's getting a little cold now." Well he is covered in snow. (Jisanth) Gamina bolts for the main cavern without another word. (Jisanth) Gamina skips with her hair bouncing behind her toward Main Living Cavern. Gamina has arrived. (Jisanth) Lorren strolls toward Main Living Cavern. Lorren has arrived. (Jisanth) Cambrith rumbles, snort Presto flitters toward Northern Curve of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Presto flitters toward Northern Curve of the Bowl. K'yo winces as Rum suddenly launches off his shoulder, claws extended. Falea flitter-hops toward Northern Curve of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Falea flitter-hops toward Northern Curve of the Bowl. (Jisanth) [*] Jisanth sends sprays of warmth in the rigors of winter. >> Spectreth. << The name is more than just one thought, more than just one image. It has questions filtering through it like a canopy of tree leaves letting Rukbat shine to the rarely seen floor. Catiri walks into Main Living Cavern. Tachia sips her juice trying to become even smaller her nevousness grows with the sounds from the bowl. She see's Gamina and Lorren and doesn't wave but smiles slightly as she glances to the hall debating hiding moods in here are definately not good. Catiri wanders through and waves to the others. Gamina sits down at the table wit her plastered to her face and dripping everywhere as the snow melts. She just shakes and stares at something back out in the bowl. Gamma takes the mug from the drudge who is all too happy to give it and get out of firing range. Gamma takes one sip and sputters the klah everywhere. "You call this KLAH?" And the mug is flying. **CRASH*** into the fireplace. And that's when she sees T'lor. And K'yo. And others. T'lor continues to grumble in the corner to himself and the wall. It's such a good conversationalist. He doesn't realize anything happening in the bowl, for he's so self absorbed at the moment. Even if his little green is glowing brightly not an armslength away. Catiri sits down, out of range of Gamma's arm hopefully. This time she deigns for the calm approach, instead of the hide under the table approach. Tachia blinks at the shattering mug her eyes fly to Gamina a moment then back down tto the table as her fingers fidget neverously with her juice cup. Should she offer to make more klah, or get wine... naw safer to stay silent yup. K'yo plays with a loose thread that had been sitting on Tachia's shoulder. Really, as a weaver she shouldnt' have such things lying about. Should be neatened up! He winces as the mug goes crashing into the fireplace. Guess he's not the only one being moody.. and probably not the only one moody cause of a dragon. He watches Gamma with more intent interest, twisting the little bit of thread about. Lorren winces at the thrown mug. Odd. Or at least, odder than usual. (Jisanth) Spectreth doesn't know whether the loud /rumble/ she sends outward to the bowl soothes her more or the sun. One thing is sure. Anything in the sun looks better than a glowing plaid dragon. Wings suddenly spead. Room! She needs /room/! Chiani brings in the smell of redwort from the infirmary. A loud rumble echoes in from the bowl. Gamina winces at the crash and spares a moment to look toward where it hit as she nerviously fiddles with her lacings on her bag. (Jisanth) Jisanth skitters back quickly to resume his perch on his haunches and watch Spectreth. Part of him is turn between the hatching sands and... watching her. Chiani yawns and stretches, rubbing her eyes like a youngun. she stumbles over to the klah waving absently at the others gathered, " Morning." is mumbled softly. Catiri huddles around a cup of klah, trying to remain invisible. T'lor scratches at the back of his neck, feeling as though someone or something is trying to bore its way through. His head turns to the side, and through the edge of his grey gaze he sees Gamma. (Jisanth) Xandrath has no such divided attentions. No other commitments, no other interests. Just.. admiring. Not intrusive. Plaid suits her, really it does. Although of course one as beautiful as she /needs/ no decoration, it is certainly not unwarranted. Lorren glances around nervously, the heat from the hearth's fire beginning to melt the snow that covers him. Hiding oh thats a good idea, but Tachia stays scrunched in her seat, her eyes flick to the thread K'yo plays with. She sighs, that'll teach her to mend things and not clean up afterward, her fingers slide through her long dark hair as if making sure no other threads are about. Hearing the grumble she straightens her back ridged, oh my hide yes definately a good idea. She sits lower in her seat if thats possible and closes her eyes tight. knowing she should have gotten out of the weyr but as a candidate where could she really hide anyway. She'll stay here by K'yo sure... he's a good friend hopefully since he's also a bronze rider staying behind him will keep attention of her. Chiani looks up and then out to the bowl, a puzzled look at the loud rumble. " What's wrong out there?" she murmers to the room in general. She finishes pouring her klah and wonders over to peer out. An aunt, on her way through the cavern, snickers. An aunt had better hurry her way through the cavern! (Jisanth) [*] Spectreth thunders through the link suddenly reddened with heat and a fire that threatens to render her asunder. <> she roars telepathically. And the sun no soothes. One thought tumbles over and over through it all. << /Blood/ >> Sasha shuffles into Main Living Cavern. (Jisanth) [*] Jisanth had vacated her spot of winter sun some time before, but feels the urge to crowd her space again. Instead he just crowds her mind. <> He loves a challenge and this is it. (Jisanth) Cambrith blinks and yawns. < (Jisanth) Jisanth's tail tip twitches in the covering of snow, causing drifts to be picked up in the morning wind and tossed on Spectreth's hide. (Jisanth) Cambrith smirks <> (Jisanth) Xandrath crouches low to the ground, wings starting to rise and stretch, head snaking along the ground. He knows whats coming next, but he won't get in her way. Yet. He'll just stay back and watch for now, just /be/ here. But the twitching of his body and tail express the energy contained within. K'yo sits waiting for Gamma to squish some poor drudge, still not saying anything and playing with that silly thread. So Tachia has decided to hide behind /him/? Normally that's fine, but today she's not necessarily chosen the safest of hiding spots. A drudge stops by T'lor to refill his mug, and smiles. The bronzerider rakes his eyes over her before snarling her off. Sasha steps into the living cavern, cherrful at first, then a little more suspiciously. SHe looks around, her blue eyes settling on each occupant, trying to determine what the situation is. Gamina nerviously fidgets and scoots closer to Lorren as she glances at the riders and feels the uneasiness of the cavern. (Jisanth) Cambrith becomes wide away and watching Xandrath. Hmm someone is definitly proddy. yeapyeap. Things are going interesting. Lorren glances in Gamina's direction, eyes lingering on her perhaps longer than necessary as he feels the tension in the room like a palpable force. Tachia sips her juice with a slightly shaky hand she see's Sasha and waves a finger smiling a bit. She keeps her eyes on the room and the tempers. She tries to settle her nerves with another drink but it doesn't seem to be helping, K'yo was suposed to be normal yup but whatever has everyone actin strange is obviously effecting him as well. She sighs slightly as a familiar rolling begins in her stomach and she cringes, Spec must be very close she edges her legs off the seat and glances to the hall wondering how far one would have to go to get away from the stiffling feelings in the room and bowl. Chiani looks out and sees nothing too unusual, but the skin between her shoulder blades is beginning to prickle as the tension in the room behind her mounts. She turns and studies the scene. She decides that there is safety in numbers and steps quickly to join Gamina and Lorren. " What's going on?" She hisses to the pair. Catiri squirms in her seat visibly, but she knows leaving would draw unwanted attention to her. T'lor continues to keep his safety zone in the far corner of the weyr, perched on a bench and ready to toss mugs like Gamma at whomever is brave enough to invade his area. His back suddenly straightens, shooting him into a sharp posture as his eyes fix across the cavern at.... Gamma paces back and forth eyes burrowing into the riders present and the /dark/ of her very cold eyes fall on backs and arms and other asundry parts that have nothing to do with eyes. She cannot meet the gaze. She dares not. As a drudge comes too close she turns and /hisses/. Sasha tiptoes carefully over to the little Gamina-Lorren-Chiani group, getting the idea of what's going on.. It seems a little familiar. K'yo isn't squirming, or thinking of running away. No way. He's just gonna sit here, and, well stare, there's no polite way to put it really. And if she's not going to meet his eyes, well he doesn't need to turn away. He starts to order a drink from one of the poor scared drudges, then changes his mind again, and resumes twisting that poor little bit of string. Gamina pries her eyes off Gamma and the riders and turns to Chiani. She whispers very low, "Spectreth is rising or the mad is going mad." She rubs her hands together over and over in a washing motion. (Jisanth) [*] Spectreth suddenly screeches through the link. <> (Jisanth) [*] Xandrath echos the word, hissing blue ribbons of sound sparking red. Sasha nods at Gamina, and whispers very, very, very, very quietly. "I'vebeen around a green flight before... Is there somewhere we can hide?" she asks. (Jisanth) [*] Jisanth turns mind like a large cavern, feeling the screech rattling him to the core. Onyx pops in from ::between:: (Jisanth) Spectreth wings suddenly stretch as in undulated grace the body crunches and then /LEAPS/ with a mighty roar of the hunter who would in savagery rend any in her path. (Jisanth) Spectreth launches powerfully into the air! (Jisanth) Xandrath launches powerfully into the air! Chiani flicks her eyes over the riders and nods silently in agreement, " Is it safe for Gamma? I mean what with her pregnancy and all?" she whispers to Gamina, concern sharpens her gaze. She knows not to interfere, but wonders if help should be near to the gold rider. (Jisanth) Cambrith launches powerfully into the air! (Jisanth) Jisanth's haunches bunch up in a surge of power that courses from length of neck to snaking tail. Wings slap the wintered air and he zooms aloft. (Jisanth) Sky Above Northern Curve of the Bowl (Jisanth) Snow flurries dapple the sky and lightly dust the ground in white. It is a winter morning. Gamma suddenly freezes, her face going very pale, and turns, the head only, body twisted unnormally, toward the bowl... "Oh shards," she hisses Idle hands are the devil's playground so rather than let her hands be idle Tachia digs in her bag for a shawl and thread she carefully threads a needle taking more time than usual in her nervous state and she gingerly and catiously tries to concentrait on stitching the small tear in the lace. Her eye's glance from her work as her nerves become even tighter than her stitches. She looks back at her work and tries to block out all other thoughts and feelings much safer that way yup. Sasha shrugs at Chiani and answers, "I don'treally think she can avoid it." then she looks out of the corner of her eyes towards Gamma. Suddenly she mentions to the little candie-group. "Uh oh.. I think my flit is watching." (Jisanth) Xandrath settles in to flying neatly, a little distance behind Spectreth. No energy wasted, still he sparks vibrancy. T'lor's hands clutch at his mug, turning his knuckles similiar white to the dust of white on the bowl's ground. An echo of lust from dragon shifts its way through him to coil up into his gut. Gamina tries to concentrate on what Chiani's words as her hand slides down to Lorren's as she curls to him for warmth or comfort not paying attention to her own actions. She replies, "I don't think so. I do not really think we can do much about it either." Her throat is dry and swallows hard. (Jisanth) Cambrith follows the gold. Boredom over, something better then a snowball fight just came up. (Jisanth) Spectreth sweeps with regal grace toward Sky Above the Center of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Xandrath soars easily on widespread wings toward Sky Above the Center of the Bowl. Catiri sits very still. Like a fly on the wall. She wishes she could help alleviate the tension, but only one thing was gonna help that, and that was something she had no control over... Raising her klah to her lips, mug clutched firmly with both hands, back to the hot hearth, Chiani hesitates between the need to leave before the emotions the dragons are throwing begin to over take all, and the need to keep an eye on Gamma. (Jisanth) Sky Above the Center of the Bowl [Enter Stage Left: Player Dragon of Jisanth!] (Jisanth) Cambrith has arrived. Icabod flitters toward Northern Curve of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Cambrith Spreads his wings and soars using the air currents to full advantage toward Sky Above the Feeding Grounds. (Jisanth) From Center of the Bowl, Icabod has arrived. Lorren is aware of Gamina's touch without really noticing when it began. In his cold, wet clothing, he feels her contact like a bonfire radiating heat. T'lor turns his legs first then the rest of his body, swiveling out to focus all his attention, not just gaze, on Gamma. It only wavers a moment as a woman passes between them. Flickering across his face is something undescernible... rarely seen of him. (Jisanth) Sky Above the Feeding Grounds (Jisanth) Xandrath swoops down towards the scattering herds in the feeding pen. (Jisanth) Feeding Pens (Jisanth) Heath has arrived. (Jisanth) Sniperth swoops down from above and quickly lands in an empty spot, surveying the herds intently. (Jisanth) Ginta swoops down from above and quickly lands in an empty spot, surveying the herds intently. (Jisanth) From Sky Above the Feeding Grounds, Brown Faleath has arrived. (Jisanth) Brown Faleath swoops down from above and quickly lands in an empty spot, surveying the herds intently. (Jisanth) Sniperth lowers to the ground gently and watches the heard a moment his whirling eyes on the glowing golden queen. Sasha looks around the room, suddenly feeling very alone. She brings one leg up, to rest her foot on her chair and hugs her knee with her arms. (Jisanth) Gintath lands with a fierce lash of backwinging bronzed wings, talons scraping the ground as he suddenly changes from tiny flit to a dragon! The miracle of Pern Science! He bugles as he surveys the situation, blazing eyes lingering hungrily over Spectreth. T'lor likes alone. Alone is safe. And he is just that. He just watches, albeit radiating heat, from afar. (Jisanth) Spectreth rears forward wings, ire burning in the red glow of eye and with a measuring picks the first victim, a fat one and swoops to a clenching taloned retching of it, back broken with a crack, to the bloody, succulent innards she would suck. She /roars/ as the life blood coats. K'yo isn't feeling alone. He's got a Tachia behind him and, a Gamma.. well maybe that'll happen. That's up to that silly dragon of his who is whispering such things into his mind that he can't think for himself! So he sits, and broods, and stares at the goldrider. Cyrina walks with quiet, graceful steps into Main Living Cavern. (Jisanth) Brown Faleath openly admires the sheen of the golden hide as his whirling orbs fall under the influence of the rising star. (Jisanth) Heath turns his red-rimmed eyes towards the golden glory that is Spectreth. His medium-tan skin ripples with the efforts of his powerful muscles beneath. Only the woman's voice rings clearly in her own head, "Just the blood..Just the blood!" Gamma turns on the riders that near her. "Touch me and you find yourself broken," she hisses to to T'lor. And the other, /K'yo/ she glares. One warning is good for all. (Jisanth) From Sky Above the Feeding Grounds, Cambrith finishes blooding the beast, he slurps. Yumm. He snags another one. Yumm. But he rather have a candie instead but they are too stringy. T'lor isn't even /near/ her. Safe. Safe he is. There is an invisible line around him and /his/ table across from the activity and against a wall. (Jisanth) Xandrath lands briefly on a ledge, then launches off again, seeking sustanence from the frightened herds. He catches a beast, one that had been running with the one Spectreth now drinks. Because a gold has such impeccable taste.. he'll follow. Delicately bending his great head to the beasts neck, he needs no urging to blood, not eat. He wants his energy and lightness as well. Jillian brings in the smell of redwort from the infirmary. Tachia works on her stitching not as straight or as loose as it should be for the delicate lace oh well she can fix it later and at least it keeps her hands busy. Her eyes glance at the three riders and she chews her lower lip. She sips her juice the cool wetness feeling good agaisnt her parched throat. She sets her stitching down a moment needing more juice or something, taking a wineskin and pitcher of juice to the table she skirts the rider making sure to stay out of harms way and fills her glass with more wine than juice but hopefully it will calm the shaking. taking a sip she picks up her work and tries in vain to concentrait at the task in hand. (Jisanth) Jisanth bugles loudly, tossing his bronze head as whirling orbs admire the golden beauty, great wings swoop at his sides, then as it consumed with an inner fire he strikes out and a chilling rumble of pleasure is heard as he sucks the blood from a beast. (Jisanth) From Sky Above the Feeding Grounds, Bronze Atreith has arrived. Gamina twirls her hair between her fingers as her eyes fall upon a brooding person in the corner. An odd smile plays upon her lips as her other hand squeezes Lorren's hand very tightly. Cyrina warily glances about, not her usual carefree happy self. Sasha picks up a glass and silently asks Tachia for some of the wine, her gaze saying all that needs to be said. She simply holds her glass out, hoping she'll find wine in it soon. (Jisanth) Sniperth rumbles from deep in his chest and launches on a large wherry snapping it's neck easily he tears it's belly and drinks the warm soothing blood. Tossing the torn carcass aside he attacks a second and dispactes it as quickly. Jillian wanders in, smelling of redwort. Been cleaning the infirmary again. She smiles at Cyrina, not quite sure what's going on. Smiles at Gamina and the Chi's, too. Cyrina just barely smiles, she moves towards the infirmary door, perhaps she feels security there? Chiani grips her mug with knuckle whitened hands, tension etched across her face, a almost pacing in place begun as the needs begin to be felt, hers and others. Jillian steps out of Cyrina's way. (Jisanth) Brown Faleath falls in line with the ancient courting and bleeding, but continues to keep an eye on the blazing gold. (Jisanth) Bronze Atreith swoops down from above and quickly lands in an empty spot, surveying the herds intently. T'lor feels his own security being violate with all the activity nearby at the infirmary. His nostrils flare out in mimic of his dragonmate, smelling blood and lust that consumes the caverns like the heat of summer long gone. (Jisanth) From Sky Above the Feeding Grounds, Splendor flies from Sky Above the Feeding Grounds. Lorren returns Gamina's smile, his darkened eyes playing across her face, a wordless suggestion in his gaze. (Jisanth) Bronze Atreith hunkers down, lust reddened eyes focused on the gleaming golden hide, ready to follow her journey through the skies. K'yo isn't going near Gamma (yet). So she needn't glare so.. wait.. HE needn't glare so. Well if he's going to stare, he may as well let her glare. Tension in the cavern isn't noticed by him as something to be avoided. He's just caught up in it, along for the ride, and oh so willingly too You overhear Jillian mutter "What ... the sacred name ... ... is going ... here?" to Cyrina. (Jisanth) Heath pounces mightily on a fat, healthy buck, tearing the animal to the ground. One of his mighty teeth piece the animal's eye as he searches for a good grip, twists the head and swiftly breaks its neck. He proceeds to suck the animal dry of blood, pausing only once to shout defiance at his rider, screaming to be allowed to tear into the meaty flesh. Cyrina fidgets oddly with her hands, chewing on her lower lip, eyes darting this way and that, then she turns to Jillian hearing her ask something. You overhear Cyrina mutter "Ummm, umm, a flight is in ... I ... actually ... ... ... can ... it." to Jillian. You overhear Jillian whisper "... ... ..." to Cyrina. (Jisanth) Sniperth continues to blood wherry the soft underbelly perfect for the warm busts of blood he'll need to stay with the golden glowing beauty. Cyrina swallows hard and nods. (Jisanth) [*] Spectreth steams a black swirl of mind that is lost in her hunger and need. Only more will sustain her. More blood. And as her mind send the vision of her second fall to kill, an iron curtain of anger blots out all thought. She would eat! Sasha shudders momentarily at the icy tension in her room, as her eyes seek to place to look... for every time she shuts them, all she can see is a mighty glowing dragon and several discarded heardbeast carcasses. Her gaze shifts from person to person, and finally settles on the floor... somewhere no one will see her looking. (Jisanth) Licking stray blood from his bronze muzzle (it wouldn't do at all to be messy now!) Xandrath rises to the ledge once again, before twisting and almost falling onto a passing wherry buck. It's head is almost twisted off.. ugh, mess.. he drinks the blood quickly, lest any of it spill, be wasted, or dry dull on his hide. (Jisanth) Bronze Atreith eyes the herd, he lifts and soars a heavy mature buck squeals its last as mighty talons snare and break it's back. He lands, furnished muzzle buries itself on limp neck and the thrist quenching, energy filling meal of blood is begun. Snarls of warning to other males daring to lust after his prize rumble from bronze chest. (Jisanth) From Sky Above the Feeding Grounds, Cambrith smirks at the glowing gold as he offers a beast for her. The ever-gentleman, he is. But he sngas another beast just in case she accepts his offering T'lor's face turns to the talkers that are getting too close to him. His jaw tenses beneath the bronze of his skin, even the rest of his muscles join in the play. This causes his skin to ripple in draconic fashion, melding the image of rider and mate even to those in the cavern, besides Gamma. (Jisanth) Cambrith swoops down from above and quickly lands in an empty spot, surveying the herds intently. Gamma hands fist in and out even as she grbas them criss cross on her chest and squats. "Bood. Just the blood," she whispers and sends a hand through her hair. It shakes this hand. It shakes and sweats. And in the lump of woman that cowers within herself, there is vulnerability. Cyrina sets her jaw, trying to will her feet to move her away from here, but she stays fixed in the spot near the infirmary door as though some mezmerizing force keeps her here. In Tachia's hands the shawl sits idle with her needle as she bites her lower lip the rolling in her becomming stronger she swallows hard taking a sip of the wined juice hoping it will settle the flutters inside her. She shifts in her seat wondering again if hiding wouldn't be a better idea. Her eyes dart to the hall and the weavers area beyond and she shakes her head slightly deciding that wouldn't be any help to the images flashing through her mind. She wriggles in her seat and her eyes slip to the retired weyrwoman a moment her brows knit together in confusion and upset a moment. Chiani drops the mug from nerveless fingers, tongue licks at suddenly dry lips. Her gaze glances about the room, a need to find a focus consuming her. Confusion flicks across her face, only to flee as fast as it comes. Sasha looks up momentarily to see Cyrina, remembering the last time they were at the same flight, close to a Turn ago. Her tongue quickly snakes out to wet her parched lips, followed by a sip of wine. (Jisanth) Spectreth rummbles loudly at the males, wings launching her for a third time, only to have her snap the harrried beast with talons already blackened in the flesh and blood of her kills. Red eyes flash as the jugular squirts over maw and the body seared in half yeilds its sweet juice. (Jisanth) Heath steps back, his hunger sated. Excitment and lust grow deep within him, and he simply wait for Spectacular Spectreth to leap aloft, certain he will be the first to follow. (Jisanth) Jisanth rumbles loudly in return, the sound echoing through the air, great whirling red eyes say it all. K'yo runs a hand over his face, stopping himself staring at the weyrwoman, coming back to himself long enough to regain a semblance of his more usual politeness. At least polite compared to this. But still there is that thought and emotion that is his, but not his, racketing around in his mind.. (Jisanth) Cambrith sighs, seeing his offering neglected. oh well all's fair after all. No use letting a good kill go to waste. (Jisanth) Sniperth jumps high his wings open full as he dives onto the back of a large buck, it's back breaking instantly as the huge muzzle rips into it's flesh, draining the blood in long swallows he bugles his triamph and pleasure as red whirling eyes watch the glowing queen he bounces and paces a bit as he selects his next target. (Jisanth) Faleath's muscles ripple underneath his oiled hide as his faceted orbs shine with building hunger that the blood doesn't sate. (Jisanth) Jisanth . o O ( BLOOD *great rush of lust* ) (Jisanth) Bronze Atreith croons encouragement to Spectreth, beast, fly well. emptied hush is cast aside. Almost lazily he launches again, downing another prize, reeded eyes matching the blood filling his body, life given to life to begin. Cyrina feels her eyes drawn to the rippling skin not far in front of her across the back of the bronzerider, again she sets her jaw, turning her head to stare across the cavern at the stone wall. (Jisanth) Sniperth rips into a young beast and drains it hius musckles tight as he readies to flight. He watches and waits for the gold to have her fill. (Jisanth) Xandrath finishes his meal - staring at the gold, watching every twitch of her golden muscles rippling her plaid hide. He tamps his hindlegs to the ground, waiting, waiting, to throw himself into the air in chase. A low rumble emits from his long throat, unconcious on his part, an expression of the tension and energy and concentration within. Chiani's jaw clenches, a step forward, and then one back, the dance repeated. She' sees nothing for her here, yet she cannot leave. A hiss of frustration is heard, she turns to watch the fire, hoping to find solace in the dancing flames. T'lor blinks at the surgence of dragon mind into his, leaving behind warmth of blood and lust. His composure continues to break down, even shaking his head doesn't work. Forgotten beside him, his mug stands half full of klah that gets knocked over when he springs quickly to his feet. Fixed animalistic need fixes on Gamma, juxtaposing with golden hide that swarms in his mind. Gamina forgets about the glares and hisses as she finds herself locked in his gaze. She speaks in a hush tone to Lorren. (Jisanth) Spectreth gathers herself, head thrown back in a blood curdling scream and launches, blood and guts dripping form the hide that was once...well../plaid/ gold. Glowing sinew and bone she sears across the sky toward the central bowl. (Jisanth) Heath is quick to follow. his large, powerful, brown wings sweeping backwards and his powerful legs launch him into the air! (Jisanth) Sniperth leaps to the air a second after the gold intent on having the queen as his own. (Jisanth) Heath launches powerfully into the air, scattering the various groups of herdbeast into a tizzy. (Jisanth) Xandrath launches powerfully into the air, scattering the various groups of herdbeast into a tizzy. (Jisanth) Sniperth launches powerfully into the air, scattering the various groups of herdbeast into a tizzy. (Jisanth) Sky Above the Feeding Grounds Gamma suddenly rises "GO!!!!!!" she screams and the woman turns on a dime, wild eyes unseeing any but the door she must reach. "Stay away!" (Jisanth) From Feeding Pens, Bronze Atreith casts aside what remains of his meal or energy, full haunces gather and he launces skyward, clouds of snow swirling behind (Jisanth) Heath flies toward Sky Above the Center of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Bronze Atreith has arrived. (Jisanth) From Feeding Pens, Cambrith rumbles and roars as the gold streacks pass him. Lovely (Jisanth) Brown Faleath has arrived. (Jisanth) Sniperth flies toward Sky Above the Center of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Cambrith has arrived. (Jisanth) Bronze Atreith flies toward Sky Above the Center of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Xandrath soars easily on widespread wings toward Sky Above the Center of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Cambrith Spreads his wings and soars using the air currents to full advantage toward Sky Above the Center of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Spectreth has arrived. (Jisanth) Brown Faleath flies toward Sky Above the Center of the Bowl. Gamma sways seductively toward Infirmary. (Jisanth) Spectreth sweeps with regal grace toward Sky Above the Center of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Sky Above the Center of the Bowl K'yo leaps to his feet as his dragon takes to the skies, semblance of control just that.. a semblance. He stalks intently after the retreating goldrider, pushed and pushed (not all that unwillingly) by his dragon. K'yo walks toward Infirmary. Sasha grabs onto the first thing she finds, as the gold rider shouts and heads across the room... it just happens to be Gamina's hand. T'lor's neck hairs bristle at the invasion of his space again. Yet... head turns to watch her sway into the infirmary. Unable to stand there for too long he follows, prodded on by the blood surging through the link between dragon and... rider. Infirmary Invalid Weyr Infirmary Isolation Gamma and K'yo are here. K'yo slips in around the doorway, standing leaning against the wall, watching the goldrider still. He'd not be inclined to chase her from place to place like this, not so rudely, but he can't stay away. (Tara) Gamina finds her other hand being pulled at and stares at the hand like it was something new. T'lor freezes at the entranceway, as riders pile in after the glowing icon of the dragon airborne. (Tara) Chiani can almost feel the exit of the riders, yet still she feels an nfamilair drive. They have left, it /should/ back down, right? So why is she still feeling a drive? (Tara) Tachia jumps but stays in her seat barely she watches K'yo and Gamma leave then see's T'lor follow she glances at the other Candidates a moment and stays in her seat. Taking a long sip of wine she tries to block out the thoughts and images flooding her mind. Tucking herself as much as possible into the corner her eyes close tightly though it doesn't help stop the images at all. (Tara) Lorren focuses only on Gami's eyes, oblivious to shouts and departing riders. Sparing a glance in Sasha's direction, he leans over and murmurs something to Gamina. (Tara) Sasha looks up at Gamina, and quickly looks away. She lets go up the hand, and with a quick flush uses the hand to pour the rest of the contents of her wineglass down her throat. (Tara) Gamina stares at both of her friends and turns tail toward the hallway. (Tara) Gamina skips with her hair bouncing behind her toward Lower Caverns. (Jisanth) Spectreth rises faster and further, screeching as the wounded one, sun to sun, higher. The speed and distance is the thing. As wings furl and unfurl rainbow lighted in paper thin whispers of prisms, she streaks irridescent not toward but away. And the day will be hers. She /knows/. (Tara) Lorren blinks, then pursues. (Jisanth) Jisanth . o O ( [sends an image of the glowering Gamma amongst the riders of the pursuing dragons] ) (Tara) Lorren strolls toward Lower Caverns. Gamma plasters up against the wall, hands outstretched flat and then fisted, to a whirling of her body and the dark acusing eyes. "You /dare/ enter here?" the lust is heavy in her, but still she asks, as if she is not her own. (Jisanth) Heath follows the glittering wonder. He knows he can't match her speed, but his smaller size gives him more maneuverablity.. cutting corners can make up for lost time. He screams his defiance at her, as if telling her she must be caught! (Tara) Cyrina squats down and puts her hands about her head, trying to block out not only what is around her but the feelings that surge over her. (Jisanth) Xandrath speeds up from the remains of the flight's feast, his first burst of adrenaline carrying him far and high. Winging along the outside of the flight, he travels further than perhaps he needs to, but he knows his body and limits - none! He is young and light and full of vitatlity, the sun, and the sun's twin, call him higher and higher. (Jisanth) Jisanth bellows loudly, the sound is filled with every bit of unction, rumbling from deep within, the lusty cry is enough to send shivers to any humans that may be near, great clouds of steam puff from his flaring snout, hot, lusty dragon breath meeting the cold, winter air. Whirling eyes flame with the red of desire, urged forward by a driving energy inside him, his whole body, the very way he's holding himself in the air shows determination. (Jisanth) Sniperth's large wings spread and fold as he gives chase to the glowing queen. His musckles taunt and ready the cold winter air keeping him focused on the prize to be had. His eyes whirls red as the warm blood gives him power and streangth. He sureges upward after the golden light in the sky glowing like a teasure to be held. (Tara) Sasha watches Gamina leave and Lorren follow after. She refills her glass and holds it close to her as she resumes the knee-cuddling, her knuckles turning white wit hthe strength of her hold. (Jisanth) Cambrith is momentarily stunned by the sun bouncing off the glowing gold beauty soaring ahead of him. Yes. The sun and blood becomes her. He bugles and rumbles catching a thermal. Freedom and wind and a glowing gold in front, what more can a dragon aked for (Jisanth) Bronze Atreith drives himself forward the golden sun and rainbows of his target drawing him onward. Full wings grab swathes of sky, lust reddened eyes never leaving she who would be his. This day will be one as no other, this /he/ knows. (Jisanth) Brown Faleath scoops the air with his wings as his lust powered muscles do their work as he chases the soaring gold on. (Tara) Jillian crouches and puts a hand on Cyrina's shoulder. She seems less swayed by the emotions than her friend..but her mood takes on more of an angry tone. Her lips press tight, making the skin around them wrinkle; she looks older and more..scorned. (Jisanth) Jisanth . o O ( *sends image of Spectreth* ) K'yo slips around by the wall, no direct approach through the centre of the room and the other riders. Slipping quietly around their edge, trusting in his dragon, being his dragon.. waiting for the outcome. (Tara) Cyrina does not know who is touching her but she almost hisses, shoving the hands away, body trembling as she tries to pull herself into a smaller ball against the wall, head never rising to see who is near her. (Tara) Chiani sinks to the floor on hearths edge, eyes finding the flames that seem to rise and fall, shoot up the chimney as her own blood seems to quicken and cool. Flame reflect in eyes that see beyond the wall at the back of the hearth. (Jisanth) [*] Spectreth silently sips at the blood of memory's lust. She would fly further and farther. They can't catch her, see. And the laugh curls within her mind almost wickedly smug. <> (Tara) Jillian pulls back, muttering a sharp, "Fine." She goes for klah..or maybe something stronger. "Stupid flight." She glares toward the infirmary then shrugs. (Jisanth) Jisanth . o O ( HA, that's what she thinks! ) T'lor brushes past T'da as he takes his place near the exit of the room, in case his dragon misses his reach and he needs to find his way to a room. (Jisanth) Jisanth . o O ( [lust boils in him echoing your own... surging defiance as you] ) (Tara) Tachia's felt this too many times not to know whats wrong she shifts from her seat and stands her eyes glancing at the others in the room, one hand on her rolling stomach she looks around herself trying to think. A moment of clarity comes to her aide briefly and she moves to the bowl needing the cold crisp air to help her. (Tara) Tachia walks with quiet grace toward Northern Curve of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Jisanth . o O ( *grins a lusty smile* We are as one. ) (Jisanth) Cambrith rumbles after her <> He saves his energy for the final approach as he soars high and proud, shwoing off his handsome bod. Catch her? Oh yes and more. (Jisanth) Xandrath bugles a response to Spectreth's taunting, loudly and without worded meaning. The morning winter's sun reflects off his taunt metallic wings, lighting the coppery glow of his skin. He soars higher, not gaining speed so fast now, settling into the pattern of the flight. Eyeing his competitors, feeling the windcurrents, chasing the sun. The whole wide world unfurled below the flight is not even considered as he chases that sun.. a plaid sun and all the more beautiful for it. (Jisanth) Sniperth soars higher and faster after the glowing golden queen he catches a warm up draft and shoots up the center between a few of the larger or older beasts intent on one purpose. Spectreth. (Jisanth) Spectreth streaks like an arrow, pulling ahead, aware of her brilliance, secure in her ability to beat them this time. And the curve of wing back archs her flight into a cloud set low on the air. From the other side she streaks, suddenly diving with graceful length of stretched neck and blooded maw. (Jisanth) Heath urges his wings to face their greatest challenge.. they cup the wind like great draconic oars, cutting through the sky like a well-manned boat. (Jisanth) Jisanth angles himself mid-flight to flash after the glittering gold streak. His sinuous neck strethes out, definately tossing from side to side at the bugles, blood lust raging within him, wings dip and angle to guide him closer to the prize. (Jisanth) Cambrith rumbles as he shoots up after the lovely glowing beauty ahead but not so ahead. Is he catching up? The sun is bright, the day is good. Everything is right in the world. A sudden thermal lifts him high and proud. (Jisanth) Brown Faleath finds himself falling toward the back, but doesn't give in. Beat, beat those wings becomes a mantra as his breath become jagged. Gamma slaps at a brown rider that comes near and suddenly jumps over the bed and grabs a whip on a dresser. Must have been left there from the last flight. But she laughs, throwing her head back and one eyebrow rises as she cracks it! "Line up then, if you dare to desire my favor!" (Jisanth) Gintath has arrived. (Tara) Cyrina wraps her arms about herself to keep from shivering, then with a quick jerk she's on her feet, "Shardit!", blue eyes flashing dangerously. (Jisanth) Sniperth swings quickly into a turn to dive after the luminecnt hide. His agiles body tenced with the flight as his mind concentraits on only one thing. The perfect queen rising and falling with the air currents. (Tara) Sasha chews on her lower lip, and hides her red face by buring it into her knee. Her head then jerks up at Cyrina's shout, and her blue eyes flicker to the healer. (Jisanth) Bronze Atreith streaks, burnished brass, glinting as ground is gained, only to briefly lost as his desire is cloacked by billowing white. Frustration is screamed, only to be silenced as she reappears, taunting tantilizingly closer than her thought. Spars fill and wind is heaved as onward he sails after his lust's desire. (Tara) Kayra wanders off to find more sugar. T'lor blinks as he staggers back from the crack of the whip. He runs into another bronze rider to bounce off to the side of the room. His eyes rake down Gamma's body then slip over the whip... Uncertainty riddles him as questions mingle with the blood's lust in his mind's eye. (Tara) Chiani hears the oath, and head turns, eyes not focused cast about for the source of the curse. Nothing of her concern her finds herself drwn back to the flames. Their ebbing and flowing matches the rise and fall of her own heart. Face is flushed, but by more than what the fire alnoe could claim as it's own. (Tara) Cyrina walks with quiet, graceful steps toward Infirmary. (Tara) Sasha wipes her forehead and cheeks with her hands, as sweat appears due to the alternating churning heat and cold buring she feels. A whip. Ok K'yo'll definatly stay where he is, by the side of the room. That is, till his dragon makes a move - then he'll brave anything. He's strong, he's tough, he can take it. Gamma begins to rip at her clothes. They must come off. For a second, just a second she lets down her guard and rends he leathers from cooler limbs. But her gaze suddenly glosses before the trous fall to the floor with a soft ploosh. (Jisanth) Spectreth peers back just a second as she passes the cloud, wind ripping at her sleek body plunging toward the good Pernian soil. But what is this? A closing in on her! with a blood curling roar she presses the wind and streaks eastward, and up. UP into the darker side of day. T'lor swallows back his apprehension at the stripping rider before him. His own clothing fels suddenly heavy, and hot. It's so sharding hot. Lips part to allow tongue to flicker moisture over his partched mouth. "Hot..." The word whispers out of him, struggling out like the gold in her flight across the winter weyr bowl. (Jisanth) Sniperth changes coarse and direction after the golden queen, nothing is dark enough to cover the beautiful glow she radiates and he soars a burst of speed and energy from the blood in hius gulet pushing him higher and faster. (Jisanth) Heath climbs higher and higher into the great wide sky, chasing after the glittering prize. He is still way behind the leaders of the pack, but his determination and sheer lust drive him to continue to spend every but of energy he can scrounge out of his sandy body. (Tara) Miki pops in from ::between:: (Tara) Sasha refills her glass, her hands shaking slightly as she spalses the red, blood-colored liquid into her glass. (Jisanth) Cambrith folds his wings to dive after her. He darts past a couple of flits, scaring a wild wherry and almost crashing into a sky-broom tree. But he is quick and clever as he swerves and with a powerful stroke of his wings, he soars back up into the sky, hot on the gold. If this wasn't serious, maybe he would consider this fun. Good thingk D'nic isn't on him. (Jisanth) Jisanth rumbles, but it comes out more as a feverish growl, wings tuck a wee bit against him for just long enough to let his momentum carry him forward, once again wings swoops the chilly air with vigor, an impassioned sound boils up from him throat, the driving force of lust urging him on, closer to the golden sleek body he spies ahead. (Jisanth) Brown Faleath angles himself as he eagerly dives toward the golden prize he seeks. (Tara) Ceena wanders out, glancing around. She seems quite cheerful, with that smile on her face, and the little bit of a spring in her step. "Anybody seen Rowan?" is her first question, as usual. (Tara) Jillian growls at Ceena. "No. Not that I was looking." (Jisanth) Xandrath stretches his translucent wings to their utmost, scattering the wind as he strives to catch a current upwards. Power carried by the hot blood of his feast, heart pumping mightily and steadily, he spins almost in a barrel roll, into the center of the front of the flight, scattering those already there. A defiant bugle is thrown Spectreth-wards, as he chases on, not yet lagging in strength, proving so with so much air left in his lungs for that bellow. (Jisanth) Bronze Atreith wastes no time trying to call to the sun glazed form, his wings dive him upward, tight turn to the east, and off he banks, wings grabbing chunks of sky and hurling it backwards. Hot musk of her glowing form a beacon for him to hone in on, grimly he flies, sure and true to she of the golden hide. (Tara) Sasha grunts softly, and shakes her head at Ceena, letting her eyes settle momentarily as the girl before she glances down as her gass again, ready for another sip. (Tara) Ceena blinks at Jillian. Erm. "Uh... sorry for asking," she says, a bit timid now. Quickly over to the klah pot, fetching some for herself. (Tara) A wave of lust rattles through the weyr as dragons chase after the gold in the bowl. (Tara) Tachia has arrived. (Tara) Ceena glances around, sipping the klah. She'll just put /that/ out of mind, for the moment. Quietly, another question. "Anybody? I haven't seen her today..." (Tara) Jillian slides down the wall to the ground, pulling her legs in close. She doesn't even notice she's spilled her klah down her front. Sigh sighs. (Tara) Chiani's body sways with the dance of the flames. hands clench around knees bent to chest. (Tara) Cyrina brings in the smell of redwort from the infirmary. (Tara) Brite saunters into Main Living Cavern. (Tara) Sasha tosses her head back, letting the entire glass of wine go into her mouth. With a little struggle and a wince she manages to swallow it all. (Tara) Tachia comes quietly into the room and settles into her vacated seat her face flushed and sweating despite the chill air. She pours another glass of wine leaving off the juice this time and sips. Her mind whirling with flashes of images and raw feelings as she tucks herself into the corner again. (Tara) Cyrina growls under her breath, "No way to go!", try to get away from it all, and she bumped into someone else in the hall. (Tara) Brite smiles faintly to those she knows on her way out. (Tara) Brite saunters toward Northern Curve of the Bowl. (Tara) Ceena finds a seat and taps her fingers on the tabletop. Great. Just... great. "Did she vanish or something? I know she probably has chores, but..." Her voice remains soft. (Jisanth) Jisanth . o O ( *rages with desire* I WANT HER. ) Gamma cracks the whip! "Off with the clothes!" She cackles in the near seering look she gives and starting at one end begins her inspection of t (Jisanth) Jisanth . o O ( As I want to release this... desire. ) (Jisanth) From Center of the Bowl, Tais just sits there on the ground, one arm around her knees and the other scratching it. (Tara) Sasha eyes Ceena, and shakes her head. She manages to say, "I haven't she... seen her at all t'day." T'lor looks over questionally at the others, blinking at their stripping then returning hot gaze to the leader of the riders. His hands come up to his shirt and rakes down his fingers to snap the thread that binds him. Swallowing, he tries to control himself, yet... fwoosh... off his shirt goes. (Tara) Jillian hugs her klah mug. She's alone. All these feelings and she's so alone. She lowers her head to her knees. (Tara) Ceena shivers slightly, and moves over to a table nearer the hearth. "Is it just me, or is it cold?" If she just keeps talking, maybe she can forget all of it. (Tara) Cyrina darts her eyes this way and that, an almost frantic look in her eye, she has to get away, go somewhere, anywhere. (Tara) Cyrina walks with quiet, graceful steps toward Northern Curve of the Bowl. K'yo had better do what the lady with the whip says. Or what his dragon says. One of the other.. if compliance to Gamma means Xandrath gets a chance to win the flight, well K'yo had better be obliging. But so much in flight is he with the dragon that down here on the ground, his coordination isn't that great. The simple act of removing a shirt can take a little time. (Tara) Jillian says abruptly. "It's just you." (Tara) Sasha snorts and returns to cuddling her knee, leading her head against it for support. (Tara) Ceena manages a giggle. "Probably. I'm used to Ista..." A closer look at Jillian, then. "I'm Cee... do I know you?" She can't be sure, anymore. Hard to keep track of all the people. (Tara) Chiani looks over her shoulder and growls, cold, how could it be cold, she is burning up! However the flames hold her and draw her, her body betraying her, and thus denying her the cool of the bowl. (Tara) Jillian has her head down..and doesn't bother to look up. She's deeply troubled, see? (Tara) Ceena noticed, but is trying to get past that deeply-troubled and make a new friend, see? "I don't like winter here... it's so cold. It was warm at Ista... very warm..." (Tara) Jillian looks up now. Head snaps right up. "Would you shut the frag up. You can't get any peace around this place!" (Jisanth) Spectreth dares to look back once agai, sun glaring from behind the throng, dropped to but a few browns and bronzes who dare to stay her wing. But there is still hope. In the turning back of her head she suddenly comes up short with the edge of the bowl bearing down on her. /WALL/ A screech and falter, backwinging to rise /just/ in time, before splattering herself and several close followers. Only a small flutter, really. But it's left the wind about her filled with promise for those who would catch. (Tara) Ceena blinks. Eeep. She winces a little bit. "I'm /sorry/... I was just trying to be social..." (Tara) Tachia blinks her eyes turning to stare at Jillian's outburst. She drinks her wine a moment then frowns, "Jillian.." She doesn't say anything more her own thoughts too muddled. (Tara) Sasha snaps back at Jillian, "Who declared you Queen of the Weyr? She can talk if she wants to!" (Tara) Jillian's eyes narrow. "There's a time and a place..and unless you brought a 6'2" blond hunk of a man with you, this is NOT THE PLACE!" (Tara) Ceena would gag, but she's a little more polite than that. "This is the main /living/ cavern... what's wrong with talking?" (Tara) Tachia growls at Jillian, "Thats no reason to behave like that." She stands straight and stares at Jillian. "You have no excuse to behave like that." She glances at Ceena and see's the girl wasn't frightened by Jillian's outburst and sits back down her eyes still wary on Jillian. (Tara) Jillian lowers her head and breathes. Breathe..air. See, there's a fine line between anger and lust. And she's so hurt...so angry. So angry..and she could fix that so easily. Breathe. Breathe. (Tara) A rider peers up from his drink and chuckles at the outburst. He is used to it, especially with cute candidates about. (Jisanth) Bronze Atreith bugles his triumph as the very walls of the Weyr consprie to throw waht will be his right before him. Wings arch braking, yet soaring him into position with which to grabe what will be /his/. Talons grope air snatching trying to snag at the red streaked golden sun hued hide before his own burnished brazen form. (Jisanth) Cambrith rumbles as he is hot on her fiery gold tail. Yes. Now he's chance. OOps there's the wall. With a flip of a wing and not a missed beat, he's off again. Clever? No. Just remembering lessons as a weyrling. Yes yes. Wind and sun and a lovely gold. He's ready, willing and looking for love and no wall will stop him. nopenope. (Tara) Ceena sighs a little, wrapping her arms around her waist, and then moving to sit right next to the hearth. "It's so /chilly/..." (Jisanth) Swerving with a great snap of his wings, Xandrath skims past the bowl wall. He knew the wall was there, this time. Watching the gold, he'd seen in front of her what she'd missed. And now he's so close! So close by her flank but below, a bit below, not quite the best place to make his claim from. And there are other dragons about - he bellows a loud and angry bellow, claiming his spot at the front of the flight to be /his/ and noone elses. Flying in Spectreth's shadow, he seems almost suprised that she, sun that she is, doesn't cast light but cuts it out from Rukbat. Not that he minds, perhaps it is the plaid paint? So becoming, now he is so close to see.. (Jisanth) Brown Faleath is blocked by a bronze before him as he tries to angle. (Tara) Fruit Orchard Egg jumps as if ruffled by all the sounds around it. Not to mention having it's silly mother disturbe it from it's rest doesn't help any. From heated sands to cold floor, it rocks and spins around irritably. (Jisanth) Sniperth soars through the sky not close enough to have to worry about the wall but the faulter giving him a much needed edge as he closes the distance between himself and the golden queen. He keeps his eyes on the prize a bugle at her faulter anouncing his luck as he wings closer. (Jisanth) Jisanth glides about as to not strike against the wall, Oh she is SO close! The pounding of desire is engulfing him, he wants her. (Tara) Baxter steps lightly to into Main Living Cavern. (Tara) Ceena glances over at the egg. Um. Now? "Is it hatching, or just rolling?" she asks idly. No humming yet. It's probably just rolling. "Silly 'lizards..." She goes back to shivering. (Tara) Baxter steps in, looking very happy, very confused too, but mostly happy, to the point of bouncing off the walls. (Tara) Jillian looks up at Baxter. 6'2" blond stud? Well, he's male, anyhow.... (Tara) Ripened fruit thicken then sag from heavy, bowed branches. With a crack of strained support, they begin to drop off one by one... No! It's an egg and the shell has been ruptured from within, Fruit Orchard Egg shatters and out emerges Feather Winged Linnet Hatchling! (Tara) Birdlike, fluttery, she's a linnet in emerald diguise. Feathered design flows in airstream fluidity down those sharp wingspars, touches of brown-grey over the richness of the vivid green. Tuff like markings in pale berylline touch lightly from chin to breast, flowing into a deeper hue of near malachite as they curl around her short, slim tail. Agitation and nervousness reveal itself in the sweet, twittery trilling from her liquid throat and the tight clenchings of taloned feet, ringed birdlike with bands of thin golden-yellow. (Tara) Chiani looks over her shoulder and snaps, " If you're so cold, why the shards don't you climb into the fire." She stomps off and way from the hearth, over to the table. Snagging a skin of wine she pours some down her throat as she heads to Jill, " Here, have some." (Tara) Ceena sips at her klah. Nothing's happening. Nothing's happening. Nothing's... eep? She blinks towards the hatchling. "Erm.. hello." Food. Yes, that'd be good. A half-finished meal sits on a table nearby... she appropriates that, pulling off the meat slices. Better than nothing. One gets dangled to the green. "C'mere?" (Tara) Tachia drains her wine not irritable nope she refuses to be irritable. She shighs and shifts nervously digging in her bag she pulls out the shawl she had been working on and tosses it to Ceena. (Tara) Baxter beams a smile across the room. But blinks, frowning, as he paces across the room and out into the bowl. (Tara) Tachia removes A lovely lace shawl from Tachia's Satchel. (Tara) Jillian abandons her mug of klah for the wine. She takes the skin and tilts her head back, pouring the sticky sweet liquid into her mouth. She swallows without disturbing the flow of wine. When she can feel it..feel the alcohol soothing her nerves, she lowers the container and tilts her head forward again. (Tara) Baxter steps lightly to toward Northern Curve of the Bowl. (Tara) Ceena catches it, nearly getting it dirty but managing not to. A thankful smile to Tachia, and she wraps it around her shoulders. (Tara) Ceena slips into A lovely lace shawl. (Tara) Chiani holds her hand out for a return of the limp skin. (Tara) Feather Winged Linnet Hatchling hops up and down with hungry excitement, snatching at the dangling meat above her with outstretched talons. *CREEEL!* (Jisanth) From Center of the Bowl, Baxter has arrived. (Tara) Rumlet croons down at the hatchling, hanging down off his perch all the better to see. Someone give him some food, he'll Impress her;) (Tara) Jillian hands the skin back and takes up her mug again, clutching it like a security blanket. (Tara) Ceena wiggles the meat some more, warming up enough to not fret so much. And at least this keeps her mind of... that. "Oh, what a darling... yes, take it..." (Jisanth) From Center of the Bowl, Baxter steps lightly to toward Western Curve. (Tara) Tachia nods absently to Ceena as another wave of flutters begins in her stomach she scrunches low on the bench and with her hands visably shaking sips at her wine the goblet toples unnoticed as a few remaining drops fall to the table. Tachia's eyes are closed as her mind is fully drawn to the flashes. (Tara) Feather Winged Linnet Hatchling rips away a mouthful, swallowing without even a sign of chewing. She hops around excitedly, looking up expectantly for more. (Tara) More there is, and she offers it towards the little green, even as a startled glance reaches Tachia. "Are you okay?" (Tara) Jillian asks Chiani, almost pathetically, "When's it gonna stop?" (Tara) Chiani almost rudely snatches it, remembering at the last to take it without ripping the leather. Wine is poured down heated throat, throat muscles contracting convulively as the alcohol soothes frayed nerves. Hand holds nearly empty sking at ther side between herself and JIll. (Tara) Chiani looks at Jill with lust maddened eyes, " I don't know, but I wish it would." She of the calm nerves is like a spring coiled ready to release at a breath of air across it's surface. (Tara) High-pitched creels turn to warbling croons as Feather Winged Linnet Hatchling wobbles towards Ceena. (Tara) Jillian snaps her eyes away from Chiani's. There's too much there in that look. The desire. She squeezes her eyes shut and counts softly, "one two three four. Shards!" (Jisanth) Spectreth roars with anger, juxtaposed by brown and bronze and brown. Once again her wings lift her higher and higher. If only hshe had speed worthy of her stamina, she'd take the next star and straight on till morning. But the brow that beats the ichor of her angered lust also strains to gain the lead all but gone as the dragons that chase envelop her. In desperation and wasted air, she soars toward Rukbat. (Jisanth) Sniperth with a final burst of reseved energies darts through the center and extends his powerful talons to try a grasp for the queen. His wings folded back as he attempts as much to gain the last needed distance as to avoid collision with his rivals for the gracious glowing queen. (Tara) Ceena takes a deep breath, pulling the little green up towards her. And she with no-one to pair with. A scootch towards the group of people, still quietly feeding Linnet. (Tara) Ceena picks up Feather Winged Linnet Hatchling. (Jisanth) Jisanth rages loudly, the light skiff of snow falling sissles instantly as it caresses his heated bronze form. His neck arches definantly and arrogantly, another bellow escaping him in feverish pitch. He musters every ounce of energy and surges gallantly forward. Great wings manuevering and guiding him near the golden beauty who tries to defy his speed and desire. How well he remembers her scent, the feel of her warm, soft hide against his. This fills him with all encompassing, flaming lust (Tara) Chiani twists the skin of wine between fingers, fingers needing to touch and clench, touch and hold, touch and stroke, a sigh of frustration hisses out between parted lips. She rises and heads to the air of the bowl, to clear her head, bank the fires burning from within. (Tara) Tachia's eyes fly open suddenly and she shivers again noticing the spilled goblet her eyes glance around the room. She takes a sharp deep breath and nods slightly to Ceena, "Y.. yes, I'm fine.." She says without meaning. A drudge comes and cleans the spill and sets a clean goblet before Tachia even filling it with wine before departing. A grateful smile follows the elderly drudge as she disappears into the kitchen. Tachia stays scrunched tightly against the wall as her fingers thread through her hair sweat beads on her forhead and she wipes it with a cloth. Drinking the wine she tries in vain to block the images in her mind breath held as a sceen plays out in her mind. (Tara) Sofiana walks into Main Living Cavern. (Jisanth) Brown Faleath roars as he is blocked by a pair of bronzes and can't bully his way closer. (Jisanth) Cambrith, hot on her tail, realizes he is so close to her now. Freedom? When he come show her a good time in the skies over the bowl. With a powerful surge from his wings, he's so close to her now that he can almost touch her. She's even lovely close up, too (Jisanth) Xandrath patches in to the reserves of his youthful energy, calling on all his strength to snap upwards from below to above the gold, all while she too rises sunwards. Breath creating great puffs of white steam, being blown away by the passing of his great body, is coming more laboured, but still he releases a cracking bugle. Defiance towards those around him, towards the queen for flying so far, he surges into the sky. Wings pulled in by his side for a split second to avoid the golden tail, when they open again, he hopes to be in perfect position to catch the plaid-painted gold. (Jisanth) Bronze Atreith growls and rises streaking to Neverland, soaring to the firmamints and beyond he gains the last bit of sky needed to position himself obove the glowing sun streaked hide, talons reach , Wings canopy fully unfurled to brace and brake when he at last embarces she who has drive him to the ends of his limits. (Tara) Ceena glances around. Still no Rowan. "Where could she /be/..." she asks in barely above a whisper. Images, hell. At least her want has an object. Unfortunately, the object isn't here right now, so her eyes move frantically around the cavern. (Tara) Sofiana strolls, idly making it to a chair as she settles within, stretching out a tangle of limbs before her tired. A nod in greeting goes to the others, before she gives a bit of a yawn. "Evenin." (Tara) Jillian gets up and stalks out. If she has to hear any more about where Rowan is..who knows what she'll do! Seethe..heave..breathe. (Tara) Jillian walks toward Northern Curve of the Bowl. (Tara) Chiani steps quickly and lightly toward Northern Curve of the Bowl. (Tara) Ceena takes a deep breath. No seething, here. Just... want. She needs to find /somebody/... except there isn't anybody. "I... ah... well... how's everybody?" Gamma snaps the whip across the group, groping one at a time until suddnly she screams out, shivering and frazzled, whips falling to the ground. And the fired lust that is in her as she turns her gaze to the one...the one she knows will devour her this day... empowers her more. And she smiles at him slowly... (Tara) Sofiana peers. Ahem. "Um, alright," she murmurs, as boots slide close, a glance heading towards the exit. Hmm... T'lor staggers with with the onrush of feelings coursing through him as he peers at the whip then Gamma then whomever she stares at. (Tara) Tachia stays in her seat her face pale and flushed as she stares at the deep red wine swirling in her goblet. (Tara) Ceena looks down at her klah mug, trying to think of something... anything. "Um. Ah. Shards, I hate this..." (Tara) Sofiana hmms, then stands, heading out to the bowl. Hands hold one another in a death grip, as she meanders quietly outside. (Tara) Sofiana walks toward Northern Curve of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Spectreth's wings flap harder and as she turns to see Jisanth so close on her, anger fires through her and sears a last rush of ichor to rising. But the maneuver is doomed. As sure as her neck curls and tail swipes at something just above, it catches, to her horror. Gold to bronze she is caught momentarily on him and /twists/. But it is too late. She throws her head back to mourn her loss. And as the talons sink into her she revels in the heated fury of Xandrath's grasp. (Jisanth) Jisanth . o O ( *cries out with rage* NO! ) (Tara) Ceena glances over to Tachia, quietly. "Hi..." T'lor's frame crumples in, as he files out with the throng of male and female riders. Even in his dragon's scream in mind and haste, he forgets his shirt and that he doesn't wear one. Invalid Weyr Northern Curve of the Bowl Jillian and Chiani are here. T'lor's hands grip and ungrip, form so rigid from the losing of flight he doesn't notice the cold biting at his nipples. Elegath just looked at you. Jillian notices! She puts her hands over her eyes so she doesn't have to watch him pass. (Jisanth) Xandrath bellows quiet triumph, tail twining around the golds, forlegs catching shoulders, wings stretched to balance two in flight, slowing forward speed to a much more respectable pace. (Tara) Tachia's breath comes out in a loud gasps as the images flashing through her mind halt suddenly with a firece startle her attention returns to the room and she glances at Ceena with a startled expresion, trying to speak she clears her dry throat and takes a sip of her wine. She nods to the girl, "Hello." She manages weakly. still shivering and tucked against the corner. Elegath notices and blows hot air to warm teh poor silly rider up, either that or make him notice his surroundings, she is a bit too cheerful. (Tara) With a sleepy chirp Sniper appears from ::between::! (Tara) Tachia giggles as Sniperth lifts slowly from his perch to rest comfortably on her shoulder. (Jisanth) Cambrith flights past the two love-birds and leading into the sunset. Foiled again. Chiani eyes flick over T'lor's body, before she curls into a smaller ball of humanity next to JIll. T'lor turns his gaze on the heat and the dragon... (Tara) Ceena moves over towards Tachia. Just to talk. Really, she tells herself. "You doing okay? I mean, with everything?" (Jisanth) Jisanth snorts indignatly, enraged by his loss, but it is too late. Perhaps to the lake to cool off would be a good idea?. (Jisanth) Center of the Bowl (Jisanth) From Sky Above the Center of the Bowl, Cambrith Spreads his wings and soars using the air currents to full advantage toward Sky Above the Eastern Curve of the Bowl. (Jisanth) Jisanth . o O ( WHAT am I to do now? ) Elegath snorts cheerfully, sending and receiving images from her rider. (Jisanth) Jisanth . o O ( Lake. ) (Jisanth) Western Curve Tais scrambles across the bowl, scratching at one already-reddened elbow. (Jisanth) Lake Shore (Jisanth) Lake T'lor storms off after his dragon... (Tara) Tachia drains her wine with a shaky hand and nods, she tries to stand but her legs are shaking too much and she refills her goblet instead and takes another long drink. She nods, "I... I'm fine." Her red rimmed eyes watch the wine in her glass and she sighs, "Just... fine." She says softly. Western Curve Lake (Tara) "You sure?" asks Cee, sounding vaguely worried and very distracted. "Maybe you ought to go rest or something... or find somebody. That's s'posed to help..." Jisanth is enfuriated, whirling eyes still project his lust as he tries to cool the flame of desire. T'lor growls as he dunks himself with pants on and boots. (Tara) Tachia's eyes meet Ceena's in a startled stare she shakes her head quickly and blushes. "I.. I couldn't do that." She says not explaining though her blush most likely speaks volumes about her innocence. (Jisanth) Jisanth . o O ( FEMALES! We need females. *lusty desire is consuming him* ) [Fade to black...]