The World of Pern(tm) is copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967 'The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright. 'This is a recorded session, online by permission of VirtuaPern but generated by C'zar on December 23rd, 1997 for the benefit of  members unable to attend.

<Asarith>  From above, Jiyuth circles down to the ground, careful to avoid landing on other dragons and people.

<Asarith>  Jiyuth circles down from above, landing carefully in an empty spot.

C'zar slaps his gloves against his thigh, boots clomping on the floor. Dark eyes gaze about to see who is here, "Lo Tam, whatcha reading?", he asks then tenses, uh oh...glowing ball of green just landed outside.

<Asarith>  Jiyuth grumbles as Talina urges her to land. "I don't care, if you go hide in a corner of the weyr! But first drop me here!"

<Asarith>  Talina carefully slides down off of Jiyuth's back.

Kymra bouncies up from the lower caverns.

<Asarith>  Talina glares as her mate carefully avoids all the other dragons. "You are such a ninny.." the rider grumbles under her breath.

Tam looks up and smiles. "Oh, hello Caz....reading about dragon heal-" she breaks off as Timoth has just noticed the glowing Jiyuth as well.

<Asarith>  Jiyuth just ignores Talina and quickly jumps back into the air. Away, get /away/ from all the others. They are hogging the air...

Talina walks in from the bowl, looking around to see who's here.

<Asarith>  Asarith rises slowly from his crouch, head tossed high as an admiring rumble is issued skyward to the glowing one.

Tam drops her book as she jumps out of her seat. "Talina?"

Kymra strides into the cavern, yawn stifled as she spots the others.  Wave is cast in their general direction as she sidles towards the hearth.  Stew.  Klah.  Mmmm.

<Asarith>  Jiyuth manages to find an empty corner much to her liking and glowers at the rest. Her corner, stay /away/.

<Asarith>  Timoth bugles a challenge to the retreating lovely green.

<Asarith>  From above, Shenth wings in from the southeast.

<Asarith>  Shenth circles down from above, landing carefully in an empty spot.

Talina seems to be in her own little world, or is it perhaps on of Jiyuth's making? Silently she grabs a mug of klah and sets herself in a corner..looking much like her mate. Beware.

<Asarith>  J'cen shimmies down a knotted rope from Shenth's back.

C'zar mms absently to Tam then gets busy pouring a mug of klah, glancing to the side he waves at Kymra, "Hey..how are ya?".

<Asarith>  J'cen, whistling plesantly, makes his way on towards the living caverns.  Poor, unknowing little fool.... ;)

Tam quickly retrieves her fallen book and looks over at Kymra, muttering a belated greeting.

J'cen walks, head and eyes up in from the bowl, looking around to see who's here.

<Asarith>  While flaring her nostrils and glaring, Jiyuth takes a ragged edge of her scarf in her mouth. *Chew* *Jingle* *Chomp* *Jangle*

"Okay, I suppose," comes Kymra's answer as she settles into a chair, spoon dipping into the stew.  Between bites, she wonders, "You?"

<Asarith>  Aphrath circles down from above, landing carefully in an empty spot.

C'zar ummms, "OK...I spose", he just stands near the klahpot gripping his mug in his hand.

J'cen meanders on through between benches and chairs and such, occasionally tossing a look at the shadowed heights of the cavern (just what is up there, anyways?).

Talina finds a tiny chip on her mug and worries it, pulling off a large piece. Amazing how she doesn't seem upset, but rather pleased?

<Asarith>  Asarith trumpets loudly, ooooo..that lovely scarf again. Perhaps he could get it from around her...shucks, too bad she didn't leave it laying on the ground again.

Tam idly reaches for her almost forgotten klah mug and takes a sip, grimacing at the now cold liquid.

<Asarith>  Ieryne slides down from Aphrath's back.

<Asarith>  Elisandra gracefully walks over from the center of the Weyr bowl.

<Asarith>  Jiyuth shifts so she's facing the bowl wall, amazing this view is so much more interesting.Chomp..chew...clatter..jingle* Green /bright/ tail, slashes the air.

Ieryne walks in from the bowl, looking around to see who's here.

<Asarith>  Elisandra eyes the various dragons, green hide catching her eye. Uh oh... clutchsister. Really must remember to check the calendar... Ah, well. Zivath ain't glowing. Right now, at least.

Elisandra gracefully walks in from the bowl, looking around to see who's here.

Pick, pick..clatter. Bits and pieces of Talina's mug drop around her, though lucky for her she's managed to drink the majority of the liquid.

<Asarith>  <<All>> Uttering rich baritones mingled with musky scents of ancient incense, Asarith is full of admiration and intrigue, <<She glows /so/ beaaauuutifully doesn't she?>> while eyeing the glowing Jiyuth.

<Asarith>  Sorcereth backwings and lands, letting off his rider. Mmmm, nother minty green, just for him.

You overhear C'zar mutter, "... shardit! ... we ... ... would ... sooner ... later." to Tam.

Tam mutters "Later would have been better!" to you.

<Asarith>  <<All>> Thunder as it drifts across the heavens, the basso rumble subtle, felt more than heard, purrs beneath the grey clouds of Shenth.  Shenth snorts, a thunder-clap.  <<Typical.>>

<Asarith>  Jiyuth flinches as Sorcereth kicks up some sand. With amazing quickness she turns, almost on her tail, to hiss at the gathering males. After getting /that/ out of her system, she stomps off towards some food. Getting hungry, it seems.

<Asarith>  <<All>> Sorcereth rumbles to himself. << Nice tail, yup. >>

<Asarith>  <<All>> Heady flavorful spices scent the air, tantilizingly exotic yet as familiar as home, Timoth bugles in admiration. <<Typical beauty she is not!>>

C'zar plops down into a chair, dark eyes creeping over to Talina then he stares down into his mug. "Uh huh", he agrees with Tam on that. "So umm, how was yer day Tam?".

J'cen watches the new riders conversing in their little group and, not seeing anyone he really knows, decides to entertain the sideboard with his presence.

Elisandra walks in, grinning to herself. "Why, hel/lo/, Talina. How're you this wonderful day?"

Tam is watching Talina too nervously to answer right away. But she does manage to look over at Caz, eyes wide and shake her head.

<Asarith>  Central Bowl

<Asarith>  <<All>> You sense, Aphrath sparks with electric curiosity, sudden interest overriding sense, <<She jingles!>>

Talina glances down at the remains of her mug and apparently ponders just what it would look like flying thru the air and smashing against Eli's smile. With an odd twinkle in her eye, she responds. "Sharding wonderful."

<Asarith>  <<All>> Sorcereth thrums deep in his chest. Nothing like a musical wonder to brighten up a day...

Kymra prods through her stew, avoiding the lumpy chunks of tuber.  Silently she slurps at the broth, peering over her bowl at the gathered riders.

<Asarith>  Jiyuth glances at the mob following her and decides to stare at the sky. Maybe if you ignore them, they'll go away?

Ieryne shivers and removes her helmet, glancing around once before heading for the klah pot. A glance toward the bowl entrance and she shivers again, rubbing her temple.

Elisandra chuckles softly. "Oh, I'm so glad to hear that." She eyes the more attentive riders. Uh huh. Wonder if S'ord and Sorcereth'll manage to pull it off this time. Likely... not.

<Asarith>  Timoth will only look at the lovely green one. Forget the sky....he won't be going away

<Asarith>  <<All>> Like a set of smooth airy pipes with an echo of a giggle, you sense, Jiyuth glances at the males behind her, <<Why are you following me?>> Nope, not paranoid.

<Asarith>  Asarith can't ignore that wondrous jingling sound, that a bonus that happens when they glow so pretty? ;) Wings stretches wide he glides on an updraft...watching Jiyuth..carefully.

Tam swallows silently nibbling on her lower lip. Mug of klah is put back on the table. She can't possibly drink anymore anyway.

<Asarith>  Sorcereth warbles throatily to Jiyuth. Nope, he's made an appearance out of thin air. Now. For his next trick...

Talina just leans back in her chair, letting her eyes slip closed. Perhaps if she just has a 'chat' with Jiyuth, she'll go take a nap.

C'zar lifts his mug to greet Elisa, though the smile on his face is certainly not genuine, more of tense..nervousness. Dark eyes steal another look towards Talina..and linger a few moments.

<Asarith>  Aphrath is all eyes on that wonderful scarf, that's why he's here, right?  right?  Must be, couldn't be anything else.  This is all a grand adventure in the name of Science.

<Asarith>  Jiyuth silently slips off, anywhere, just /away/...though unfortunately for her, there's that scarf.

*Jingle...* *Jangle*

<Asarith>  Timoth croons softly, wings stretching just a bit as back legs tense, watching for Jiyuth's first move skyward.

<Asarith>  Let's her them sleigh bells jingaling, jing jing jingaling jiyuth...

Asarith>  Southern Bowl

Tam inhales softly, not wanting to, but eyes drawing towards Talina. Lower lip is nibbled again.

"Shard it, Jiyuth!" Talina bursts out, "That's the /wrong/ way.." *Shatter!* goes the rest of her mug on the floor, as she slits her eyes, peering at the riders in the cavern. Seems to be getting crowded in here..But there's still hope, she's not fed.

<Asarith>  Jiyuth catches a lovely scent on the air, the herd behind her forgotten as she sees the one before her.

C'zar swings his legs out of the way of mug shards that bounce here and there. Ooo boy, he takes a deep breath.

<Asarith>  Feeding Grounds

Ieryne stares out of another pair of eyes for a moment and comes to a realization.  Oh, dear.  She clings to a tabletop and stares at the knot of riders as ceramics shatter.

<Asarith>  Oh yes, this is much more important than those clustering behind her. Though Jiyuth does gives a warning bugle to anyone who strides to close. These are hers..all hers!

Tam jumps at the loud noise and curls up tighter on her chair, watching......

Elisandra chuckles, shaking her head. "Ah, yes, must be the water," she muses idly.

Talina is apparently having an inward struggle and /losing/. "Come on, Jiyuth...we can go to Southern.." she pleads quietly.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith bellows his delight throught he link, <<Soon, soon, soon. we CHASE!>> to Timoth

S'ord appears from the shadows, eyes on Talina. "Why? Isn't it... warm enough for you here?" he asks, a sheen of perspiration on his brow. "I'm sure if you're chilled...?" And they wonder why S'ord doesn't appear much? ;)

<Asarith>  Heady flavorful spices scent the air, tantilizingly exotic yet as familiar as home, Timoth answering rumble is tinged with excitement and another emotion....desire. <<Yes!!!>>

Kymra ponders the floor, sneaking a couple glances up at the other occupants every now and then.  A miniture sigh explodes from between lips, eyes studiously peering at the stones below.

<Asarith>  Jiyuth lets out an ear-shattering bugle, though it doesn't seem to be aimed at anyone around. Then with a toss of her head, she leaps into the wherry pen, snagging the first lucky? creature passing by. Jaws quickly lock onto the poor
 creatures neck as the green takes her first drink, tongue lapping at the warm fluid.

C'zar shudders, he drags his eyes away from Talina...who has never looked more lovely. Shards, what is he thinking, she was one of the ones taught him as a 'ling. Now where is that very dark corner, perhaps he could go stare at the green rider from there.

<Asarith>  Sorcereth doesn't seem to be bothered by emerald selfishness. This one here is -his- as he swoops down, talons spear the heart of a hapless beast. Where he lands, he rips throat open and drinks deeply the wine of passion.

Talina sits up straight and glares at S'ord. "Shard you.." she growls between clenched teeth. "Come on!" And with that she's up and draggin the man from the cavern. "And I suppose the rest of you should follow."

Talina heads into the tunnel leading into the bowl.

<Asarith>  Asarith with a lusty cry takes aim and finds his victim, a bleating creature who didn't have a chance, massive jaws surround the neck of the beast and crunch! Ahhhhh, delicious blood..

Ieryne shakes her head and follows, still rubbing her aching temple.

Tam gasps and has no choice but to follow, literally jumping out of her seat in her eagerness.

Ieryne heads into the tunnel leading into the bowl.

Tam heads into the tunnel leading into the bowl.

C'zar curses under his breath..

---heading for the ground weyr---

<Asarith>  Timoth rises with a cry of sheer enjoyment as he finds his own beast, talons cracking it's neck in two as blood is eagerly lapped up and savored.

S'ord is dragged along, rather stunned himself. "I knew ye liked me best, darlin'," he purrs.

C'zar hisses out, "don't /eat/ it! Just blood it!". Eyes cloudy as he attempts to restrain his bronze's hunger.

<Asarith>  Jiyuth flings the limp carcass from her and manages to snag another beast. With a quick swipe she rips it's chest cavity open, letting the warm entrails slip onto the stone floor. Angular head dips, as she quickly snaps up the offering.

Talina doesn't say a word, but continues onward, teeth still grinding.

Tam's breath comes quickly and sharply, her eyes glassy and bright as she stares at Talina. Subconsciously, she clenches her hand into a fist and relaxes it again.

C'zar realizes he still has klah mug in  hand..actually in a death grip. Dark eyes are drawn to Talina with such force he can scarcely pull them away as he drops onto the edge of a table,medical supplies clattering as he plunks his mug down so hard is near scatters.

Talina stalks into the room, very aware of the glances being tossed her way. She quickly bee-lines for the cot and clearly declares it as her own. Absently she picks up the blanket and wrings it in her hands, mumbling, "Those sharding bells.." to herself.

Ieryne leans against the wall, struggling to keep her breathing even in the face of these strange sensations.  "Shard it, Aphrath," she whispers.  Of all the tricks to pull...

<Asarith>  Asarith roars in defiance, /wanting/ to eat the delicious animal he just killed. Instead he sucks it dry, whirling eyes taking on a deep violet hue. Once the carcass is drained of blood he shakes it till it's hide tears and it drops into the pen below.

C'zar clenches his fists..perspiration forming on his brows and he growls under his breath, "Shardit!!", these dragon-incited emotions /very/ powerful.

<Asarith>  Sorcereth swoops down upon the pens, taking another life, greedily sucking the lifeforce from the beast that will give him the fuel to stoke his furnace... and hers, should she happen into his bronzen embrace.

<Asarith>  Timoth finishes his beast, it's now dessicated husk a pile of bones and meat. But he won't eat it....not when there's a lovely green glow set before him like a guiding light. He will follow her anywhere!

<Asarith>  Jiyuth pauses over her kill, bright eyes glancing around the pens, focusing on each of her suitors in turn. With a visible shake, the green mantles, wings opening wide as she bugles her challenge. And with a *Jingle* and a *Jangle* the green is off!

<Asarith>  Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way..Oh what fun it is to chase, a gleaming one today, hey!

<Asarith>  Jiyuth spreads her wings and launches skyward!

<Asarith>  Timoth spreads his wings and launches skyward!

<Asarith>  Asarith lustily eyes the glowing green before raking a passing beast across the side, innards spilling out onto the ground before muzzle finds the warmth of the strenthening blood and he /sucks/ the carcass dry. In a flash his wings are wide and
 he's launching himself into the air.

<Asarith>  Spreading your wings you launch up to the sky!

<Asarith>  Above the Southern Bowl

<Asarith>  Sorcereth circles up from the feeding grounds.

<Asarith>  From the bowl floor, Aphrath adds a new carcass to his stack, relishing the warm blood that from a dying beast gives his passion life.  All scientific concerns drown in that tide of sudden desire, and he is up!

<Asarith>  Jiyuth quickly catches a draft and circles higher over the central bowl, eyes focused forward, never looking back..at least not yet.

Zoooming thru the air, on a fine warm day in May.Over the bowl, she goes, mocking all the way, hey!

<Asarith>  Jiyuth wings north, towards the Center Bowl.

Talina lets out a deep sigh as her mate takes to the air. It's begun now, for better, for worse.

<Asarith>  From the bowl floor, Aphrath crouches then launches himself skyward.

<Asarith>  Aphrath soars up from the bowl.

<Asarith>  Aphrath wings north, towards the Center Bowl.

<Asarith>  Sorcereth wings north, towards the Center Bowl.

<Asarith>  From the bowl floor, Elisandra gracefully walks over to the center of the weyr bowl.

C'zar gulps.."Oh shells!", Asarith is /really /going after her. Did he doubt he would? Probably not, but the reality of the sensations are quite another things all together. It's as though his spirit lifts with Asarith..head turns and he finds Talina with his eyes again..

<Asarith>  You fly to the north, towards the center of the Weyr.

<Asarith>  Above the Central Bowl

<Asarith>  Timoth swoops in, from the southhern end of the Weyr.

<Asarith>  Timoth opens his wings and launches up and over, eyes whirling a mixture of desirous violet and holiday red. Gotta love that jangle!

Ieryne's eyes look up, seeing not a stone ceiling but the endless sky, then she is lost in her own body again, seeking - she knows not what.

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Precocious is as precocious does... @move me to #1408 (BW Central Bowl) to watch Jiyuth taunt and torment males, just because she's green. ;) Entered by: Elisandra at Tue Dec 23 21:20:37 1997 CST
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Tam inhales sharply even as she leans against the cool wall of the ground weyr. But it does nothing to cool her heated blood. "Shards and shells!" she mutters, eyes watching through Timoth and then looking over at Talina hungrily.

<Asarith>  Aphrath stretches his wings to their fullest, ready to follow the jingling beauty wherever she may lead.  Blood from dying beasts gives his passion flaring life, pushing him forward on the sheer strength of desire.

<Asarith>  Asarith arches his neck with a challenging bugle to those he flies against, passion boils within his coppery bronze form, broad leathery wings beating the air hard while eyes whirl with rut agitation.

<Asarith>  Jiyuth rolls to the left with apparent ease, her body full of the energy only felt during a flight. The sky is hers, forget those lowly shadows beneath her. The sun caresses her bright hide and glints off the shiny surface of her bells.

<Asarith>  Jingle scarf, jingle scarf, annoying all the way. Oh my dear, we're flaggin here, take a breath and we're away, hey!

Talina quickly shrugs off her jacket, as if it's in her way.  Brown eyes sweep the weyr, pausing over each form before she too, looks inward, and is carried away on green wings.

<Asarith>  Sorcereth dashes through the sky, a one drag'n sight to see, o'er weyrs we go, chasing all the way! A bellow of challenge to the competition, of passion to the beauty, and well, hey! To himself, ain't he wonderful to behold?

<Asarith>  Timoth roars as he hones in on the glow and the jangle. Wings angle to the left as well, following her flight, but keeping low in the sky, waiting for his chance to find the right updraft, or for the lovely green to tire and drop right into his waiting embrace.

<Asarith>  That shining, musical scarf is a beacon for this seeker.  Aphrath curves up, and above, eyes always on the tempting prize, sunlight flashing over his spilled-indigo hide as muscles flex to keep him on that jingling path.

<Asarith>  Asarith tucks a glistening wing just enough to match the glowing greens maneuver, though it does take him longer due to his size, this ...does not deter him or the pounding urges within his young, strong body. Wings extended to full width he flies with ease.

<Asarith>  Jiyuth now takes a second to glance back, before sweeping her tail quickly to the right and surging upwards, up up up. Straight towards the sun, if you can't beat 'em, maybe you can blind 'em.

<Asarith>  Skimming by the weyrs, hearing  "What the he....y?"Bells on dragons gleam, as the green goes up in flight, seems she's tired now and giving up the fight!

S'ord sheds jacket like a flit sheds water, shaking himself as pulse quickens. Dark eyes stare at Talina, oblivious to anything else around him.

Tam continues to lean aganst the wall, unwilling to remove herself from it's solid support asshe runs a shaking hands through her dampened hair. Collar of tunic is tugged at absently as well.

Ieryne barely realizes she's removed her jacket in the sudden feverish heat she feels, both hands massage her temples as her eyes are drowned in visions of indigo, and green wings, and - bells?

<Asarith>  Asarith roars with the delight of the chase, the bellowing echoing over the bowls below. This is what he was born for...to fly to chase to feel the satisfaction of the lust pounding in his blood, wings pull through the air, dragging his massive
 body..up..up and higher still with a great rustling noise. Neck extends to watch Jiyuth with great whirling eyes, forked tongue flicks out to lick his maw..in anticipation? Or just cleaning from the kill of earlier. You be the judge ;)

<Asarith>  Timoth pumps his body upwards, opening brown wingsails as he strives after the lovely lady. Blinding sun poses no threat as long as he can hear the lovely jangling just above him, a siren's song to guide him to her.

C'zar oddly shivers, blood rushing through his body in hot waves he jerks his heavy jacket off, dark eyes full of dragon-roused passion never leaving the green riders form. Back of his hand swipes across his forehead to remove the sweat.

<Asarith>  Up she rises, and Aphrath catches that glimpse of glowing green, spirals upwards with her always in his sight, to the accompaniment of his roaring ichor and her musical bells.  Wings have barely begun to feel the strain of his aerobatics, and
 he circles again, longing to grow closer, closer...

<Asarith>  Sorcereth falters a half a heartbeat as the sun blinds him. However... silver bells, silver bells... Hark! O herald dragons sing! Heart's desire lies this way. Relying on hearing now, he pumps his wings harder, hopfully nearing the gleaming one.

Talina slips to the floor of the weyr, as if drawn towards the other riders. It's getting close now..

Ieryne looks up, looks /at/ the others in the room, perhaps for teh first time processing their presence.  Her eyes lock on Talina, somehow knowing that she is connected to the green wings, the bells, that dance in her eyes.

<Asarith>  Well seems the blind thing worked, too well. Jiyuth lets out a tired bellow as she dives to the side, diving towards the bowl floor, with wings pulled tight to her sides. So the green didn't remember that she has to zip /by/ everyone if she went this way.

<Asarith>  Lucky guy, lucky guy, who's it going to be? Brown or blue, there's bronze here too, speeding up the way!

Stumbling a step towards Talina, S'ord reaches out in anguished hopefulness. C'mon, Sorcereth! Work yer magic, ya lazy bronzen butt!

<Asarith>  Timoth bellows in surprise as the emerald vision suddenly zips downward! Time to make his move! Wings pull in close to his body as head snaps around, watching her fall. If he times it just right, there will be a few angels getting their wings tonite! ;-)

<Asarith>  With a bugle of challenge, Aphrath pulls in his wings and follows his lady of the bells in a tight corkscrew, somehow never dizzy, and his wide, wide wings extend just enough to control his fall, muscles tensed with effort.  Anything for his
 lady of bells, as he sees her green hide filll his vision - if only!

<Asarith>  Sorcereth's heart beats like a drum, rum pa pum pum, as visions of sugarlove zips by his eye. Ah hah! Crowing to the heavens, he folds his wings to let his mass and gravity work for him once.

<Asarith>  Asarith bugles loudly at the change of direction, lunging to the side, rustling wings tuck alongside bronzen body as he falls, weight bearing him downwards with remarkable speed. At the last moment wings extend to slow his fall and he
 hovers...she is /so/ beautiful...desire engulfs him while he waits..wondering how tired she has become.

Tam continues to pull at her collar, wanting to take the sharding thing /off!/ But she resists just a moment longer, back slick with sweat as she pushes away from the wall and inexorably approaches the green rider, heart pounding and eyes flashing.

<Asarith>  Jiyuth gets tangles in a mess of wings and she screams in dismay, which quickly turns to triumph, as she locks eyes with the lucky one.

C'zar feels his grip on the table torn away as he lurches a step towards Talina, eyes wild with passion...jacket drops from his grasp...

Ieryne doesn't remember moving, but she is closer, now, to this woman of wings and bells, and to the others as well.  What now, what now?

S'ord wavers as doublevision sees the room suddenly take a dive, swooping down. Gads, who needs roller coasters on Pern. Thank heavens he's not into cotton candy, someone'd have a real mess.

<Asarith>  Asarith falls the distance needed to bring him directly above the glowing green. Massive forelimbs reaching for her as does snaking tail which seeks to entwine with hers while arching neck rubs to caress her glowing neck, ahhhh, she is his.
 Beautiful jingling Jiyuth.

Talina glances up and manages to grab at whatever, whoever is in front of her. C'zar's poor tunic is ripped out of the way as the green rider, forgets everything but the driving passion.

C'zar blindly grabs for the object of his /intense/ desire. Beware anything that gets in the way, clothing included.

<Asarith>  Jiyuth allows herself to be entangled, well ok, so it seems like the thing to do. But somehow during all this, her scarf slips and falls to the bowl floor with a *clatter*. Wonder if all the bells broke?

<Asarith>  Sorcereth drats and double drats... hmph. He swoops out of the way. Maybe if he sends chocolate in lace covered pink boxes, he'd manage better.

Tam gasps in shock as it is over as soon as it is begun. With a cry, she runs out of the ground weyr.

Tam heads outside.

Ieryne turns away, eyes no longer seeing bells, but the cold stone walls of this weyr -have to get out.  Soon.

Ieryne heads outside.

S'ord mutters a strangled cry, stumbling towards the entrance of the ground weyr. Mutters of, "If you wouldn't /eat/ so shardling much, you blasted bronze..." echo after him.

<Asarith>  Asarith bears the weight of the green with ease while slowly falling towards the earth, tail entwining more tightly, and neck rubbing hungrily, <<You are beautiful little green>>, sensualness oozing from those rumbling tones.
 

****Fade to Black****
 

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