Tam walks with purpose out of the weyrling barracks.

Tam comes rushing out of the barracks, slipping on her jacket as she exits. Seeing C'zar, she avoids his gaze and nods quickly to Karise, going to stand by Timoth.

Karise is dressed in flying gear, gloves being put over her hands. "Howdy.... well, get those straps on... up and into the air we go, people!"

C'zar clears his throat seeing Tam arrive and gets busy with the needless checking of Asarith's straps. "Up? On them?", the 'lings voice is all excited.

Timoth wuffles his lifemate lovingly as she looks at Karise in amazement. "Really? Today we fly them?"

Karise nods, as Cresnath's straps her checked. "That indeed. Up and into the air. Maybe to Benden Hold, if everything holds well."

Asarith twitches all over he's so excited. Caz checks the straps extra carefully now knowing they are going for their first flight. "Sure thing dearheart, now be still", Asarith curves his neck back to nuzzle and crooon Caz then bugles loudly to Timoth, oh so excited.

Timoth's eyes whirl excitedly as Tam adjusts the straps across his back, now well lined with sheepskin and much more comfortable for his hide. Buckles are tightened with shaking fingers, but they are tightened properly and well. Once finished, she gives his side a pat as he repsonds to Asarith with a bugle of his own.

<Asarith>  As heady spices scent the air, a tantilizing homey-spicy odor of /something/ you can't quite pinpoint, Timoth thinks, << We fly our riders! As it should be!>>

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith echos excitedly, <<YES YES YES!>> to Timoth

C'zar starts to pull himself up with his good arm, Asarith helpfully nudges the 'ling upwards with help of forelimb and tail.."Yer sure great Asarith".

C'zar scrambles onto Asarith's crouched forelimb, using the straps he scales the towering height of the bronze.

Karise watches, amused, as Cresnath rumbles encouragement. "Don't rush too much... make sure those straps are on tight... no need for falling weyrlings." With that, she mounts her green.

Tam inhales excitedly as she hoists herself up as well.

Tam climbs up using Timoth's riding straps and getting a lift from his foreleg.

Karise climbs onto Cresnath's back.

Mounted high upon Asarith, C'zar checks the straps also while he's up here, "On tightly", he hollers and fastens himself in..he's grinning from ear to ear. "At this moment I am /very/ thankful Asarith practised landing /many/ times."

From Timoth's back Tam straps herself in, feeling her heart beating so hard as to burst from her chest. She too shouts back to Karise. "Strapped in!"

Asarith waits to be sure Caz is strapped in securely and ready. He unfolds his wings slightly and rears up on his hindlimbs causing Caz to grab for the neckridge in front of him, "Shards!". It's a /long/ way up here, and we've not left the ground yet.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith is /so/ excited. <<I go to fly with mine!>> to Ryath

From Cresnath's back Karise straps herself in, as she grins slightly to the comments, as she places her goggles on her face. "On my signal, we'll rise in a V formation. C'zar, you on my left, Tam, on my right."

From Timoth's back Tam swallows silently and tightens her grip on Timoth's neck ridge. She can feel his muscles bunching beneath her legs and she shouts, "Understood," to Karise.

C'zar informs Asarith of the request and the bronze hops over that way, folding his wings in a little.

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath lifts elegent green head to gaze across the bowl.  <<You will both like that small one.>>

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith thinks, <<We will. We miss you and yours too and wish you were with us.>> to Ryath

Timoth rumbles deep in his throat, shifting his body slightly so that he can launch onto the side that his rider has silently instructed him.

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath's warm mental chuckle is full of happiness for the pair.  <<We will fly together soon.  How is yours?>>

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith thinks, <<He is well. The healer had to recast his arm, he got it wet.>> to Ryath

From Cresnath's back Karise nods, as Cresnath shifts. Her arm rises, fist in the air as the tradtional signal to rise, before she drops it. And up they go.....

Cresnath hunches down, and then leaps into the air, wings flapping.

From above, Cresnath circles up from the ground.

From below, With a little hop, Mina manages to scramble aboard Trisath.

From below, Timoth hunches down, and then leaps into the air, wings flapping.

Timoth circles up from the ground.

Asarith bellers out his delight and flaps his wings eagerly..pulling his coppery bronze body higher...flying alongside Cresnath. Caz for his is exhilarated, but grips the neckridge and straps like he's clinging on for dear life.

Timoth bugles in harmony with Asairith as he effortlessly extends his wings in flight. Tam looks around herself in sheer wonrderment at the scenerey below.

From below, Mina drops down from Trisath's back with a soft thud.

From below, Mina has been fitting Trisath with the brand new straps, and finally hops down to take a look at them. "There! They're still kinda big, but..." The weyrling trails off, and salutes cheerfully to W'ley. "Afternoon."

From below, W'ley grins as he approaches Mina. "Good day, Weyrling!" he says all too cheerfully. "How is he taking to the straps?" he asks, peering over them.

From Cresnath's back Karise looks back, Cresnath bugling encouragement, as she calls out, "Excellent.... now, in line formation! Tam, you're behind me, C'zar, take the tail! We're heading to the southern bowl!" With that, she turns, and the green continues on.

From Timoth's back Tam silently bespeaks Timoth and the two wing in behind the green dragon.

Cresnath wings towards the area above the lake.

From below, Trisath whuffles, and sniffs curiously at the straps. Mina giggles. "He thinks they're kinda strange. Don't worry, Tris. You'll grow into them." The blue shrugs slightly, and cranes his head back to watch his flying clutchmates.

Above the Southern Bowl

Timoth flies in from the area above the Weyrling grounds.

Asarith glides easily until Timoth passes and falls in behind him...he spreads his wings wider...trumpetting at the joy of it all. Caz is near speechless, "Dearheart! We're flyin'!" He hollers into the wind...glad the leathers are protecting him from the biting chill of the air.

Cresnath ponders on.... when do they get to do the good stuff, hmm? She carols back to Asarith and Timoth, as she keeps a slow pace. Karise looks back, yelling against the wind, "How does it feel?"

C'zar gets his stomach stabilized /somewhat/ as Asarith's flying levels out. "AMAZING!", he shouts back..the whoosh of Asarith's wings stirring the air all around him.

From Timoth's back Tam's eyes water slightly, but her face is completely alight with joy. "It feels wonderful!" she shouts back. Gloved hands tighten against Timoth's neck as she takes in the sights.

Timoth dips his wing slightly, adjusting his flight as he maintains his position behind Cresnath. Head turns back slightly to peer at his lifemate and she laughs at him. "Yes, yes, it is," she agrees with him.

From Cresnath's back Karise nods, approvingly, as she looks up, then mentions, "We're in line formation from here on out. Tam, my left, C'zar, right. We might as well let you see the world without me in your way. We're heading up!" she calls, before Cresnath ascends.

Cresnath wings up into the sky above the Weyr.
From above, Cresnath swoops up from below.

High Above the Southern Bowl

From below, Timoth wings up into the sky above the Weyr.

Timoth swoops up from below.

Asarith maneuvers with ease to Cresnath's right...wings cutting through the air and carrying him high aloft...a delighted laugh from Caz can be faintly heard, the 'ling is ecstatic.

Timoth carefully dips his wing once more to take his place at Cresnath's left.

<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Uttering rich baritones mingled with musky scents of ancient incense, Asarith rumbles his utter delight, <<We fly together, and further!>>

Cresnath glides, as she awaits the others, wings outstretched and motionless. "We're going to head out to the Hold. Remember to keep in formation.... one dragonlengnth away." She points to the opening in the bowl's Caldera, and heads that way.

Cresnath wings up and over the wall of the weyr to the outside.

<Asarith>  As heady spices scent the air, a tantilizing homey-spicy odor of /something/ you can't quite pinpoint, Timoth rumbles in accord. <<As it should be!>>

Timoth wings up and over the wall of the weyr to the outside.

Above the Bahrain Road

C'zar eases his death grip on Asarith's neckridge and strokes it fondly. "Careful love, stay far nuff away from Cresnath now", the bronze adjusts his course with quiet reassurance that he feels no strain.

Timoth flies comfortably peering with interest at the new sights below. Tam is laughing aloud, loving the wind at her face. "It's so amazing!"

Asarith beats his broad wings slowly, arching his sinuous neck to peer at Cresnath and Timoth with eyes that whirl with vibrant brillance.  Caz laughs and hollers to Tam, "Incredible aint it?".

From Timoth's back Tam is so thrilled, she forgets her previous unease with the bronze rider. "Yes!" she shouts back to him. "We are finally flying!" Timoth croons his enjoyment to her as well.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith is very pleased, <<It's good to have mine with me>> to Ryath

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath settles back on her ledge.  <<It is always good to have them with us.>>

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith takes a moment to ask, <<How are you and yours?>> to Ryath

Above Benden Mountains
The lay of the land stretches out below, the range of the Benden Mountains stretching out to the southeast towards the edge of the continent, you can just see the shimmer of ocean waves at edge of the horizon.  Below, the brown and grey white crags of the mountains gradually give way to the greens of forests and meadows.  Tiny trails of smoke from dark dots mark the locations of various small cotholds that look to Bitra and Benden Holds.  A rippling blue line that branches out must be the Benden River, stretching down past the Holds and towards the Bay above Keroon.
As Rukbat heads to its evening rest in the west, the air begins to chill.
Golden etching lends a cheering touch to the grey-blue of approaching morning and reluctantly retreating night. The dew-touched air is cool, almost chilly.
You see Cresnath here.
Obvious exits:
Bahrain Weyr     Benden Foothills

C'zar gasps at the beauty of the mountains below. "By Faranth!".

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath smoulders.  <<We are fine.... soon.... soon.>>  Arching her neck she looks skywards.

From Timoth's back Tam gasps and holds in her breath! "This is amazing! Oh Timoth it's wonderful!" She looks over at Karise and Caz with an incredulaous look. "I can't belive we're here!"

Asarith soars on an updraft then tucks his wings and begins to plunge causing a yelp from Caz. The bronze tail lashes behind and makes them veer a little to the right then to the left, he roars with a draconic grin, <<This is good!>> he tells the other dragons.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith is distracted by Caz's dropping stomach. <<I dropped too fast I think>> to Ryath

Timoth kreels in sheer excitement, banking his wings slightly to spin around the others as Tam shrieks her delight, with just a pinch of terror mixed into the yelp. His eyes whirl excitedly back at Asarith. <<Yes! She loves it as much as I do>>

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath's metal touch is near a giggle as a dragon can get.  <<You must remember, they do not fly as well as we do.>>

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith rumblechuckles, <<I will remember. He loves to be with me, even though his stomach did drop>> to Ryath

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith wonders something, <<When..the /time/ is, does yours fly with you?>> to Ryath

Timoth discovers an updraft of his own, as wings spread out to take advantage of the lift. Tam clutches his neck ridges and gasps in delight, despite her stomach dropping out.

From Cresnath's back Karise looks to either side of her, as she pauses. "Benden first... or the Herdercraft?" Cresnath merely glides, as told, keeping herself at a slow speed.

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath stretches languidly green hide nearly luminescent.  <<No, small one.  This flight is /mine/ alone.>>

From Timoth's back Tam giggles excitedly. "Who cares! We fly! Lead the way Karise and we will follow!"

C'zar is worried Asarith might like to try a tasty runner, "I'd like t'go t'Benden..", that's his vote but waits to see what Tam says. He thumps Asarith on the neck to instruct him to not be quite as playful this time around.

From Cresnath's back Karise nods, before motioning to the lush foothills, Cresnath bugling in resonant chords. "Well, off to Benden Hold we go!" And off she flies.

Cresnath leaves to the Benden Foothills.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith replies evasily, <<I see>>, he'd not want Caz to know how much he wishes he could rise to follow when Ryath does go up. to Ryath

Gameth has arrived.

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath tastes his impatience and echoes it with some of her own.  She too wishes the little bronze older.... <<There will be another time, small one.>>

Asarith rumbles loudly into the wind, Caz can feel the vibration of the rumble under him and smiles...enjoying the more even flight now. Asarith soars lazily to the right....then tips the leading edge of his left wing and veers to the left...flying in lazy S type pattern.

Timoth angles his wing to slide in next to Cresnath, keeping up with the green. He bugles a soft greeting to Gameth and his rider, pumping wings to maintain his space.

C'zar shakes his head, "Sumthing in between would be just fine Asarith", a delighted smirk on his face. Asarith trumpets a welcoming sound to Gameth and W'ley. <<WE FLY!>> So very elated the bronze is.

From Gameth's back W'ley waves as he wings up towards the group of younglings, Gameth flapping calmly.

<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Uttering rich baritones mingled with musky scents of ancient incense, Asarith snorts with a grin, <<Two-legs, never can make up their minds>>

From Timoth's back Tam waves back, her excitement showing just as much in her face as in her dragon's eyes. "W'ley! Hello! Isn't this just grand!?"

Cresnath continues to lazily wing along. The Hold is in the distance, and she trumpets her arrival to the watchdragon. Just being the chaperone, moving them along.....

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith soars lazily..enjoying every moment, <<But..I can fly Ryath>> is his response. to Ryath

Above Benden Foothills

<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> You sense, Gameth rumbles in amusement. << That's what we're for, to make up their minds -for- them. >>

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath can't explain to him the difference.  Sensuous thoughts only trickle through as she shows two dragons locked in flight above the weyr.  <<It is different small one.>>

<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Uttering rich baritones mingled with musky scents of ancient incense, Asarith thinks, <<Well, I do /try/>>

<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> As heady spices scent the air, a tantilizing homey-spicy odor of /something/ you can't quite pinpoint, Timoth snorts in amusement. <<Or at least make sure they make them up the /right/ way....>>

Cresnath leaves to the Benden Hold.

<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Zivath says lazily, << Of course. >>

Timoth leaves to the Benden Hold.

Above Benden Hold

Gameth has arrived.

<Asarith>  <<Bahrain>> Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath thinks, <<Some are harder to guide than others.>>

From Cresnath's back Karise motions, "Just land in the courtyard. And watch out of people! They tend to gawk at times....." And end up nice lil Holder Patties. Yum yum.... the meal that say, 'squish me'!

C’zar grips Asarith's neck with his knees..even though the straps hold him in well. "Shards, it's been...over a turn since I been here!". Dark eyes gaze below at the tiny outlines of building. Asarith hangs his neck down to gaze also then jerks it up feeling his body start to glide that direction also. Caz blinks, "Asarith, yer gonna gimme a heart attack I swear", but plastered on his face is most thrilled grin.

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith thinks, <<Then I'm not old enough?>> to Ryath

From Timoth's back Tam giggles as she hears Karises's words and peers down at the courtyard in preparation for landing. Timoth makes sure to keep his body level so that Tam remains upright in her seat as she looks around.

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath sighs thoughts tinged with a hint of mounfullness.  <<Not yet small one.  Not yet.>>

Cresnath leaves to the Benden Hold.

Timoth leaves to the Benden Hold.

Above Benden Hold

Above Benden Hold's courtyard

<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Zivath laments, << Oh, I know. I've been Turns training mine, and still...>>

Gameth has arrived.

<Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> You sense, Gameth snorts. Females. ;)

C'zar tenses. Oh boy...landing. He reminds himself of all the successful landings Asarith done and silently assures his lifemate he has all faith he can do it again, "Easy dearheart, remember t'go slow like". Broad wings spread wide he begins to glide in huge circles...

<Asarith>  You sense, Asarith thinks, <<I go to land. I feel mine is nervous.>> to Ryath

<Asarith>  <<Bahrain>> Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath snorts.  <<Turns are not enough.>>

<Asarith>  Like the first blush of dawning sky, Ryath's tone is full of dew kissed wonder. Ryath thinks, <<He will learn small one.>>

From Cresnath's back Karise calls, as she looks back to the others. "Circle down to land.... and remember... if you squish it, you clean it." Eeeew. Squish. Down Cresnath goes, just flying over a few heads, before coming to a stop.

Gameth hangs back, watching the youngsters land. And the oldsters. >;)

Cresnath backwings to a landing in the Hold's courtyard.

Timoth extends his wings out to create a backdraft and slow his decent to the ground. Tam prepares herself by clutching once more to Timoth's neck ridges.

Timoth backwings to a landing in the Hold's courtyard.

C'zar shivers, that's a comforting thought. He's worried it may be him ending up squished but since he's strapped on, not likely that could happen.  Hand grips the silvery-gold neckridge in front of him and he tenses his stomach, knowing full well it's going to drop. "Easy...slow..easy dearheart", the bronze backwings..gliding closer to the ground..careful not to hit anything, Caz clamps his eyes shut and feels

Asarith touch down lightly.

<Asarith>  You wing down into the hold courtyard.

Bendenhold Courtyard

Timoth extends his legs out, landing in the courtyard. On his back, Tam 'oofs' rather loudly as she is jarred from head to foot.

Gameth backwings to a landing.

From Gameth's back W'ley pats Gameth's neck. "Yes, you're still as handsome looking as all these youngsters. You age well, lad."

From Timoth's back Tam grasps her jaw, feeling her teeth get rattled. "Ouch! That smarted!" she says aloud. "Is it always like that?

C'zar throws himself forward to hug Asarith's neck, "Oh dearheart, you did it!". There is /great/ relief in his voice. Asarith settles to the earth with more care than ever before and crooons.