Ephyra shrugs. "It could be much worse."

Echo wanders in twirling her hair, "H'lo."

F'lan waves at Echo and Telinda.

Three gleeful bronzeriders by the window wave at Echo and pull out another chair.

Five inebriated riders in the shadows do the wave at Telinda!

Telinda wanders in, hand rubbing her forehead as she does so. "Shards, that sun is too loud!" she mumbles, grabbing herself a mug of klah and adding some juice to it. She attempts a smile, which is somewhere half in between, at everyone.

Haven waves lazily, leaning against M'ren, but almost looking like she's trying to lean against him and keep minimal skin contact to do so.

Bertha heaves herself up out of her chair with a gusty breath, and turns to face you, waving her hand. "Toodle-oo!!"

M'ren is just about out cold...or, maybe, out warm.

Kytiara leans back, wishing one could /grow/ ice.

Bertha walks in with a mysterious smile, and resumes her special chair by the hearth.

Haven waves a hand at her face, trying to churn up some air. "Tel.... go with Tia and get some icicles from down south"

Ephyra says "I've never heard the sun before...what's it say, Telinda?"

Telinda sips at her wierd connoction and leans back in her chair, ignoring those in the room -- look far far too lethargic for some reason, and apart from this odd headache, she's seems to have more energy than she's had for days, wriggling in her seat like it was going out of fashion. Quietly she mumbles to herself, remarking on this mug. She frowns. Was that a voice in her head? Oh know, was Haven. Shaking her head, very gingerly, she remarks, "She won't budge, said something about sleeping!" Head tilts at Ephyra, "Its saying its hot!" what else would it say!

Kytiara looks at Bertha in amazement "How she manages to sit neat the hearth, I'll never know."

Ephyra blinks at Telinda for a moment, then nods somberly. "Of course it did, Telinda."

Telinda nods, "Most assuredly. It said 'look at me! I'm hot. I'm glowing. I'm sleepy. I'm gold!'" She nods. There. It did. Really. At least she thinks it was the sun.

Ephyra looks over at Haven and raises an eyebrow.

Haven just lounges there, half asleep, trying to think cool thoughts

Kytiara idly works the strap, concentrating on ice and not much else.

Telinda concentrates on hot thoughts, just to be different. "Isn't it nice though? I mean its hot. There's no inbetween or anything!" She nods, "No inbetween, no inbetween at all!"

Haven opens an eye and looks at Tel. "Huh?" Such an intelligent response

Kytiara hears that, and it doesn't make much sense at all to her. "What?"

Ephyra says "Whatever, Telinda."

Telinda laughs, throwing a clean cloth Haven-ward, "Oh come on! Wake up!" she says, blowing a kiss at the brownrider, "Anyone would think you lot were dead or something!"

Kytiara says "We are. Well, almost."

Ephyra says "Nawwh, I'm fine."

Haven smirks a bit at that blown kiss. At least Telinda is loosening up of late. "Its /hot/ Tel... I can hardly move!"

Telinda shrugs, "Take some clothes off or something then, for Faranth's sake. Not like it hasn't been hot here before. Its Southern." She smirks, "Perhaps I should suggest to R'lien that we do evening sweeps naked!? That'd certainly cool us down somewhat!"

Haven chuckles softly. "I'd gladly strip down if you're asking. Just not used to doing so in the weyrhall"

Telinda quirks an eyebrow at Haven, "You offering?" she asks

Haven lifts her eyebrow up a bit. This /can't/ be the Telinda she's known all these turns.

Having been born and raised in a Weyr, Ephyra knows the sound of warning bells when she hears them.

Haven leans over to the weyrwoman. She mutters to Telinda, "... private... be arranged"

You sense Haven leans over to the weyrwoman. "Not here, but private performances can /always/ be arranged"

Telinda smiles seductively, leaning over to run a fingertip lightly down the Wingleader's cheek, She mutters to Haven, "Perhaps..."

Haven senses "Telinda smiles seductively, leaning over to run a fingertip lightly down the Wingleader's cheek, "Perhaps later then!""

Haven leans in with a giggle and whispers something to the woman near her ear

You sense Haven leans in close, lips brushing against your ear as she speaks. "Why wait until later? Now is just fine..."

Telinda turns her head away, "But Haven" she says aloud to the woman's whisper, "You just said you were too hot" she remarks, swirling her finger around the rim of her mug and licking the finger, "I like people with the energy myself!"

Ephyra tries to stifle a guffaw and fails miserably.

Haven reaches to grab her fingertip, murmuring something to Tel about being too Hot, alright, and there being plenty of energy.

Telinda waggles the finger, whilst another hand slips under the table, what it does, noone knows, but the goldrider's lips curl sensuously, "Go cool off, Haven, then we'll find out just how much energy you have in reserve!"

Kytiara raises an eyebrow, glad she's in that corner. If her mother could only see this.....

Haven blinks and grins, wiggling just a touch at what is anyone's guess. "I /do/ think a swim is in order then... you'll know where to find me." Her lips move in for a kiss if Telinda will allow it.

D'clan strides over from the Landing Field.

Telinda tilts her cheek at Haven -- let them have some, leave them panting for the rest! She smiles, "Just don't go all wrinkly on me! I'm not overkeen on that myself!" she remarks.

Haven hrmphs and gets up, sauntering out the door with a slow sway of the hips. She winks at her second, and then turns around to blow Telinda a kiss

D'clan rolls his eyes, oh Haven is off again

Telinda waggles her eyebrows at Haven, following it with a loud, succint whistle. Nice hips! "Later!" she says, returning the blown kiss.

D'clan blinks rapidly

Haven strides over to the Landing Field.

Telinda flickers her attention to D'clan, eyes drifting down, down, down. They stop, she grins seductively, and then flickers her glance away before it reaches his knees.

D'clan watches Tel, nervously, and then walks over an kisses Echo, "Evening love"

Telinda winks at Echo, then goes back to watching D'clan some more.

D'clan says "Can I get you anything Telinda?"

Telinda shrugs, "Maybe, Dec, it depends what you have on offer!"

D'clan coughs and goes and busies himself making klah

Telinda leans back in her seat, "Got something in your throat?" she asks D'clan

D'clan says "A tounge?"

Kytiara guesses that the next offer would beto help him clear it, but of course she wouldn't say that out loud. She's busy with that strap, see.

Telinda giggles, "Indeed. Perhaps there's a better use for it?" she asks, curling her hand into the curve of her cheek

D'clan says "Oh cut it out Tel"

Telinda grins, "What? Cut out my tongue?" she remarks, laying a hand to her chest, "But then I wouldn't have any fun!"

D'clan smiles, "You know I think I like you better this way Tel"

Telinda seems to be standing all of a sudden, her eyes wandering more closely around D'clan's form as she walks around him in small measured steps. "Indeed. Perhaps I prefer myself this way too" she remarks, hand reaching out to pinch the bronzerider's bottom.

Dragon> All sense that Tiarnath croons softly out to the other dragons, her wings shimmering in the late heatwave Southern is experiencing this afternoon.

Dragon> Tiarnath senses that Rialth warbles a greeting to the golden beauty << Greeting, oh shining golden gorgeous one >>

Dragon> All sense that Tiarnath warbles to Rialth, canting her neck with sinuous grace << Thank you >> she says modestly.

F'lan chuckles and smiles at Telinda.

Dragon> All sense that Inyanth glimmers his own light response, thoughts reflecting the brilliance of the midday sun as he soaks on his ledge.

Telinda grins, "Oh D'clan! You're not scared are you?!" she teases, her voice low and throaty!

D'clan says "Not of you Tel"

Telinda laughs, "Oh I think you may be!" she says, recapturing her seat with a certain grace.

F'lan gets up and stretches a bit, "Want anything, Tel ?"

D'clan smiles, "Echo on the other hand is going to skin me alive"

F'lan chuckles at D'clan, "Oh ? Why is that ?"

Telinda shakes her head at F'lan, "Nothing I can't get for myself!" she murmers, looking at him from part lidded eyes

D'clan says "Thats it, go find a new playmate"

F'lan wanders over and gets himself some juice, even tho it's not as chilled as he'd like it.

F'lan wanders back over to his seat and plops down into it, sipping the juice

Telinda shrugs, pushing herself up to her feet, "Well, I'm going to see if Haven cooled off!" she remarks, wandering out to the landing field, her hips swinging with each step.

You walk toward the Landing Field.

Sometime later....

Tiarnath> J'mis pushes through some bushes and steps into the glade.

Tiarnath> Kytiara walks over from the Weyrhall.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath cracks open an eyelid and snorts at the bronzerider, before drifting back to a slumber

Tiarnath> Kytiara pushes through some bushes off to the northwest.

Tiarnath> J'mis smiles to Kytiara, "Hello there..."

Tiarnath> J'mis looks the golden Tiarnath over, trying assess her weaknesses and strengths, having heard all the talk, and now seeing for himself the slight variation in color to her hide.

Tiarnath> J'mis strides over to the Weyrhall.

Tiarnath> Vagranth enters from the lush lakeside meadow.

Tiarnath> Vagranth arrives, looking mighty smug, and gives a deep rumble to all the lovely ladies gracing the landing field.

Tiarnath> Haven heads up the path, looking like she just came from a swim, dripping wet and toweling off

Tiarnath> Haven grins. "Zale, hey there. Isn't it /hot/ today?" She leans in to put a kiss on your cheek

Tiarnath> Pendrath enters from the lush lakeside meadow.

Tiarnath> Pendrath comes up the path, rumbling merrily

Tiarnath> Zale tilts her head at the contact, shrugging lightly and yawning a bit, "Yeah..though I've got enough shade here I think." she says witha smile as Savanath idly stretches her wing out.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath shifts in her sleep, tail uncurling to writhe in some dream she's having, before snaking around her flanks.

Tiarnath> Haven chuckles and smiles up at the green. "Still, you could boil water in the shade today"

Tiarnath> Savanath leans her head down to whuff Haven's midriff as Zale simply grins again, "True..but if you just lie around..do nothing much..then the heat's tolerable to an extent." to an extent that is, Zaleabsently pats at the green's foreleg, "But Sav's enjoying to sun.." the green croons a quiet greeting to Pendrath as the brown appears.

Tiarnath> Pendrath rumbles a greeting and stretches out his nose to touch hers softly

Tiarnath> Haven mmmms. "That actually sounds like a good idea. That or head down someplace cooler than here."

Tiarnath> Zale nods as she stretches, first arms above her head, then her back. "That sounds good." she muses, "Any place in mind?"

Tiarnath> Haven puts down her towel and sits down, patting the spot next to her for Zale if she'd like. "Oh... Eastern's should still have snow. We can make snow 'lizards in the banks."

Dragon> Vagranth bespoke Tiarnath with << Baby, you look sooooo fine today >>

Tiarnath> Zale lifts both brows, "Eastern?" she grins, "Hmmm..quite a few people I haven't seen there in a long while..." Like R'ver..oh how she enjoyed being around him.

Tiarnath> Haven sighs "Or near River Falls. Nice a cool around the lower falls. Beautiful scenery"

Tiarnath> Vagranth senses that Tiarnath snorts << I'm sleeping! >>

Dragon> Vagranth bespoke Tiarnath with << I am the peanuts and you are the brittle, come away with me and I'll show you exotic islands... >>

Tiarnath> Haven strides over to the Weyrhall.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath snorts and her tail moves to whap Vagranth. Her head moves, to the other side, and you get the impression she's desperately trying to sleep.

Tiarnath> Vagranth seems properly chastised and leers at Savanath a bit, trying to will her to fawn all over him.

Tiarnath> Pendrath rumbles a warning to Vagranth from his spot at Savanath's side

Tiarnath> Vagranth curses silently, foiled again.

Telinda wanders back to the Weyrhall, not having found Haven, having been distracted over something??! Perhaps the trees were chasing her?!.....

Kytiara snorts "You know, you sould alot like my little brother..." oops, did she really say that? She didn't mean to, really.

Haven looks at teh doorway and smiles.

Telinda swaggers in, almost doing a fine roguish interpretation of J'mis. "Haven, love, you left before I had chance to get" she grins and looks around, leaning to whisper in the brownrider's ear, "the toys!"

J'mis says to HAven, "Well, you know your weyrmate sure did like it." and then smiles to Kytiara, "Does he drink at the Dusty God?"

Haven giggles, arm reaching out to snag Telinda around the waist. "I did like you said - I didn't get pickled... like a good girl."

J'mis gogggles a bit at Telinda whispering in Haven's ear and has to adjust his seating posture. Every bronzeriders dream.

Kytiara says "I should hope not. He's less than eight turns..."

Haven stops right there, wicked smile focused on Telinda, melting into something else.... She turns her focus on J'mis. "/What/... did you say?"

J'mis thinks he's finally getting somewhere and says to HAven, "I said your weyrmate liked it, you would too." he looks confusedly at Kytiara, "He's been drinking at the Dusty Dog for 8 turns?"

Telinda laughs, taking Haven's hand and examining it closely, "So I see. You've been a good girl" she remarks, "a very good girl and you'll need a reward" she comments, leaning over to kiss the brownrider's cheek. Seeing Haven's attention drift elsewhere so does hers. A sensuous smile covers her lips, as she looks over the bronzerider with a critical look. Licking them, eyes narrowed, she turns to get herself a drink. Now where was that wine.

Kytiara glances at J'mis, and decides to ignore the question. Poor, befuddled man.

Haven grinds her teeth together, jaw clenching. With a thrust, she flings the contents of wine glass to J'mis.

Telinda really does ponder whether to offer to lick that wine off of J'mis, seriously considers it, then turns, better find a full one first. She grabs a glass and a wine skin, then mutters, "Must try and get rid of this headache!"

Haven should be pawing at Telinda right about now, taking advantage of her temporary insanity, but instead, she's fully focused on that dirt bag J'mis, eyes full of rage

J'mis's jaw drops and he starts to visibly sweat..Haven wants it right here!" he stands up quickly and moves to embrace the amazon bronzerider, arms wide enough for the weyrwoman too, since he's really greedy.

J'mis *bronze=brown

Haven twists back her upper body and then her right fist goes flying, targetted on J'mis's chin, as she screams "LIAR!" at him. She spent too many hours consoling and caring for her emotional, frightened weyrmate after J'mis was done. She's not about to let him say that!

Telinda fails to notice J'mis's all encompassing hug, she's way way to busy filling that glass and draining it. She sighs. Argueing? Tsk tsk and makes her way over to Kytiara, throwing her a smile.

Alinor strides over from the Landing Field.

Telinda's eyes snap up. Another brownrider! My, isn't she the one having all the luck today!

J'mis takes it right in the chin and falls on his hind end, what a wallop! "But...but..." he stammers, lip bleeding, "Don't you want me?"

Alinor strolls in, thumbs tucked into her pockets. Blood? She pauses a half-step as the comfortable smile starts to fade.

Haven leans over, hissing at J'mis, "If you /ever/ say that about M'ren again, so help me, I'll slit your belly open." She storms over to the wine casks again, shaking her hand

J'mis shakes his head again, the punch must have dazed him of /course/ she wants him, everyone does (except that shrew of a sister L'xen has), he clambers to his feet, knowing Haven must be jealous of what M'ren's been getting. "Calm down now sweetheart, there's plenty of me to go around!" there, that should make it all better.

Haven grabs a soup spoon and turns, holdinng it like a knife. "Back off!"

Telinda really should be doing something. Really! She is a weyrwoman afterall. Instead a fairly amused glint suffuses her glance as she watches, "Don't let him spill blood over that lovely tunic, Haven!" she calls out helpfully, drinking some more of this wine.

J'mis holds his hands out in front of himself, not needing another nasty cut this month, "Whoa, like it rough huh?" he takes a step back, "Though you could hurt yourself there."

Alinor's... lips twitch. Yes, that's it. She edges out and around the group and the weilded soup spoon, eyebrows quirked in question towards the others as she approaches the others not so involved.

Haven grabs her refilled wine glass and heads over to join Telinda again, giving J'mis a glare over her shoulder. "Sorry about that Tel, darling..." She leans over to kiss the jww's cheek

Haven pauses, seeing the visiting rider. "My duty to..." eyes look at the shoulder knot, "Honshu this evening."

Telinda nods, "I should think so" she murmers hoarse and low, cheek tilted for the kiss, "If I've told you before, I've told you a thousand, don't get so worked up." For good measure she blows a tender kiss J'mis's way. There. All better.

J'mis rubs his chin and gets a napkin to tend to his bleeding lip, eyes locked on to Haven's backside as she crosses the room, va va voom.

Alinor smiles, rather blandly, though a glint of something dances citrine in those eyes. "Honshu's duty," she returns.

Kytiara is still very glad her chosen seat is n the corner, as far away from crazy people as she can get. Hopefully.

Haven shakes her hand again and looks down at her knuckles for signs of cuts. Nope - just bad bruises promising to form. "Sorry about that back there." She offers no explanation.

J'mis is blown a kiss from Telinda. He always knew she had it bad for him, even when she was headwoman and kept giving him the cold treatment..that's always a sign a woman is intersted and just shy. He looks over the two women, they both want him, and at the same time too. You can guess where his slimy imagination takes him from there.

Alinor shakes her head, away from Haven's apologies. "Just a normal day in a weyr..." she murmurs, half-audible, before she, at last, slides to a seat.

Haven smiles. "Anything we can help you with?" She sips her wine, free hand reaching out to flick an imaginary bit of lint off Tel's blouse

Haven takes a seat, patting her lap for Telinda to sit upon it. "Come'er and tell me more about my reward"

S'ard walks over from the Landing Field.

J'mis finishes his little daydream (he never was one for lasting long) and looks over Alinor from Honshu...he might need to visit Honshu.

S'ard wanders in and glances around. He looks relieved, "Good, no weyrlings." he says to himself, then grins, "Good day all."

Telinda murmers a thank you to Haven, curling her arm around the other rider's shoulder, whilst flashing J'mis wanton looks, not helped by the fire burning in her eyes, and the tangled look her hair has. Oh look! *bounce* more, more! What ever will we do with so many men!?

Alinor laughs and shakes her head. "Help me with? Not really, no. It's been a while since I've been here, is all. So I thought I'd visit. " Amusement, at S'ard, and she grins to her fellow rider.

Sionnach hides.

J'mis waves to S'ard, whom he recognizes, "Interested in an Ale, S'ard?"

Telinda oohs! A lap! She hurries there -- before the offer recedes -- "You'll have to wait til later. I need to get rid of this headache so we can have some fun!" she says huskily to Haven

S'ard shakes his head at J'mis, "Oh, no, you know me. Wine please, just wine." He moves over towards a seat near the older rider.

Haven grins and puts an hand around Tel's waist, looking where she's looking and smirking a bit. She tilts her lips up to kiss the woman's chin. "I know the most wonderful ways to take one's mind off a pain like a headache."

J'mis pours wine for the other bronzerider and then holds the skin up, "Anyone else?"

S'ard slips into the seat and grins, "Thanks muchly J'mis." and takes the filled glass, sipping happily.

S'ard glances over at Alinor, "I know why I escaped Honshu, but what brings you up here ?"

Alinor shakes her hea.d "None for me, thanks."

K'laarn strides over from the Landing Field.

Telinda snuggles into Haven's lap, just that little bit more, "But I tried that!" she pouts, managing to do it fairly seductively, "And its still there!"

Alinor grins. "Just a visit, as I'd just told them. Every once in a while, it's nice to come this way."

Alinor adds, "My sister's here, anyway. Galina."

K'laarn walks into the hall, looking quite calm. He sees Telinda with Haven, and his face goes pale for a moment before he regathers his equilibrium. He decides to talk to someone else, as a result. Spotting Kytiara, he remarks, "Don't I recognize you?"

Haven giggles, free hand reaching down to brush at her shins, pushing the skirt hems away. "I'm sure whoever doesn't know the proper techinique for.... curing a woman of what ails her."

S'ard ahs at Alinor and nods, and glances curiously at Telinda nad Haven, before turning his attention back to his wine.

K'laarn is still half-watching Haven and Telinda. When he watches Haven do what she does with her fingers on Telinda's skirt, his jaw clenches. However he directs an intent look back at the young woman he queried.

Telinda flickers a look over to K'laarn, "Hi there gorgeous!" she calls out loudly, "Take me to bed or.." she breaks off, "Perhaps not. Maybe I'll have more fun here" she says, running a hand through Haven's hair, "Well, this sharding headache will not go."

Kytiara shrugs "Maybie"

Alinor observes, speculation in her own eyes for a moment, before she shrugs. Curioser and curioser.

Haven smiles, looking over her shoulder briefly with a wicked grin. She starts to nuzzle around Tel's neck, giggling and murmuring her solution for the headache.

S'ard murmurs to J'mis, "So many new faces here. Where's everyone I knew when I was a rider here."

Dorian strides over from the Landing Field.

K'laarn nods and agrees with Kytiara, "I think Telinda," The name is said with some strain, "Introduced us. You're Kytiara, correct?"

You sense Haven murmurs something rather crude about K'laarn just wanting both of us together, you know. Baby oh baby

Dorian lifts her brows at the sight of all the people. "Whoa."

J'mis shrugs a bit, "B'chor's doing watchrider at the Healer Hall, Myra hasn't been feeling well. That wild beauty Dorian is still around.." he rambles on

S'ard grins at J'mis, "speak of her, she arrives." He smiles, "dorian !"

Dorian hmms and looks at J'mis. "Flirt."

Kytiara nods "I am." she's not to good with names, though

K'laarn spots Dorian out of the corner of his eyes, and deciding this might be a unique oppertunity, and as Telinda's esconed with Haven, he waves to the brownrider and calls, "Dorian!"

Dorian beams at S'ard. "Hi!"

Telinda waggles her eyebrows at Haven, "Think of the positions!" she murmers in reply

J'mis grins, "Speak of the first egg, there she is." he offers Dorian a wineskin.

S'ard smiles at Dorian, "Haven't seen you in turns, as beautiful as ever I see."

Dorian takes the skin and drinks, looking over at K'laarn. "Howdy." She calls back, but doesn't really make a move to go over.

Haven nods and proceeds to whisper more to the jww in her lap, a wicked cackle escaping every now and then.

Dorian grins. "Yes, well, you are a flirt too." She praises Faranth. Surrounded by cute men. Hee.

Alinor's smile turns to those who enter and mill about, lifting her hand in quick greeting. But she observes, otherwise.

S'ard smiles, "Me flirt Dorian ? Have you ever known me to tell anything but the truth ? I never flirt."

J'mis leans back a bit so he can get a good view of Dorian's figure. You may notice that his lip is bleeding and Haven's knuckles are bruised.

You sense Haven murmurs anatomically correct descriptions of those said positions, using colloquial terms for some areas, of course. Now where did that hand on your leg go?

Dorian bends over to whisper something to S'ard and grins again.

Kytiara is happily retreated in her corner, watching with interest.

S'ard smiles and whispers back to Dorian.

Dorian catches J'mis out of the corner of her eye and angles her body so her figure is in better view. Ha, take that.

Dorian winks. "Me to know, you to find out." She looks over at Haven and Telinda and cocks her head. "There must be something going around."

J'mis is so surprised he tilts so far back in his chair that it gets away from him and sends him crashing backwards.

Haven is like this all the time. Bad brown rider :)

Dorian stifles a laugh and looks back at K'laarn. "What's up, oh visiting bronzerider?" She smiles a little in his direction.

K'laarn seems to be having a difficult time with everything. Haven and Telinda are draped all over eachother, fondling and kissing, and Dorian doesn't seem to notice him either. He stalks to a chair, having forgotten for the moment about Kytiara, after all, she'd been quiet and not very forthcomming. He sits in the chair, hands gripping the sides almost painfully.

S'ard jumps slightly at the crash and turns to look down at J'mis, "Never could hold your wine or ale, still can't I see." He grins and holds out a hand to the fallen rider.

Dorian goes over to K'laarn, her play with the other two riders for the moment on hold. She speaks quietly. "You okay?"

Kytiara is not a very forthcoming person, usually. Unless she's drunk wich she isn't and dosn't get very often. And she really doesn't have anything to talk about as of now, so she sits and watches the strange, strange scene.

K'laarn does get noticed, finally and he glances up at Dorian. "Nothing much, Dorian." Comes his curt reply. "I had some off time, and well, as you see, Things are getting quite thick. So we flew over. But I don't wonder if I should just leave again." The reply is almost petulant, obviously the emotions flying around are affecting him a little.

J'mis takes S'ard's hand and hops up, trying to look like he meant to do that.

Dorian arches a brow. "Feeling ignored?" It's not as sarcastic as it could be. he's feeling a little snippy. "

K'laarn nods at Dorian a little, and then glances toward Telinda. He however, has an image to uphold, and exerts control. "I'll be fine." He comments to the brownrider.

S'ard pulls up J'mis and shakes his head, "Wasting good wine like that, should be ashamed." His voice teasing and fills another glass for J'mis.

Dragon> All sense that Boreath rumbles low in his throat and rustles around on the landing field.

Telinda chuckles low and throatily at something Haven says, her hand tipping back and those blond curls falling loose down her back, "Never tried that one before!"

Alinor steeples her fingers, the tips pressing together hard enough that the first joint bends back a bit. Quiet, she, gfor the moment, and lost amid a swirl of mostly unknowns; better to observe that way, though

Dorian purses her lips and whispers a little to K'laarn.

Haven waggles her eyebrows at the woman. "There's always a first time."

Tiarnath> Pendrath rumbles, getting up from Savanath's side and trying to find a more comfortable spot

Telinda smirks and nods, "Indeed!" she murmers, and trails a hand lightly down Haven's back

J'mis thanks S'ard for hte refill, and then because he also has an image to protect he prowls over Alinor's way, he's never met her and he can already tell she wants him. On the way he unlaces the top of his shirt a bit, so she'll be better able to appreciate his hairy chest.

Alinor watches J'mis approach with a suitably bland expression. Bronzeriders. What is it about them that makes them think they're all Faranth's gift? Must the metallic color of the dragon making them see themselves... well, bronzed.

Haven just looks all loothing there, Telinda on her lap and obviously enjoying it. More murmurs, innuendos, and kisses are shared.

K'laarn leans close to Dorian, replying to her whispered words with a soft comment of his own.

J'mis gives what was once a rakish grin about 20 turns and 10 broken lips ago. The bit of damage Haven did earlier not helping any. "Hello there Gorgeous." he's all over Alinor like a cheap wine tour from Bitra.

Dorian murmers back to K'laarn and drinks more of the wine J'mis gave her.

Alinor looks around. Over her shoulder. Under the table. "Where? Oh, you mean me? Or do you think you mean you?" Her own return grin's still bland, though there's that.. glint. Wicked glint. 'Hi there."

S'ard sips from his on glass as he looks over at Telinda and Haven again, then at Dorian and K'laarn.

K'laarn casts a small scowl in Dorian's direction and mutters something back at her.

Telinda jumps down off of Haven's lap, wandering over to the small hearth table to grab another skin of wine, "Sharding headache" mumble mumble. She blows a kiss back to Haven and then turns to pour herself a glass

Dorian blinks at Telindas abrupt movement and moves away from K'laarn back over towards S'ard. "So what's up at Honshu?"

Tiarnath> Pendrath gets up, glaring balefully at the males around him

S'ard hrms, "Oh, nothing much, weyrlings are ready to graduate though." He glances out towards the landing field with a frown.

Tiarnath> Javanth rumbles softly, eyes whirling.

Haven frowns watching Telinda move around the room.

Tiarnath> Inyanth stirs, stretching out his wings before a singular leap sends him skywards.

K'laarn stands, a rocky island alone in the midst of a cold, cruel sea. His violet eyes flicker over others, then back at Telinda before glancing toward Kytiara who seems to have hid herself in a corner.

Dorian lifts her head and hmms toward the landing field.

Tiarnath> In the Feeding Grounds, Javanth swoops low over the herd, scattering it as he flies over, and picks out a rather plump, but surprising quick beastie. He dives at it, killing it quickly and lands on the ground nearby.

Tiarnath> In the Feeding Grounds, Pendrath glides in over the pack of beasts, so still and calm, not knowing what awaits. He reaches down with both feet and gently picks up two wherries, who didn't even see his shadow.

Telinda is thankfully still oblivious -- thankfully because its certain she doesn't know whats about to happen or how to deal with it.

S'ard mutters, "Shards. Stupid dragon."

Tiarnath> In the Feeding Grounds, Boreath strikes out with one foreclaw and snags a beastie, ripping it open.

Tiarnath> In the Feeding Grounds, Inyanth swoops in, wings spread wide as he lands neatly. Eyes already aswirl with brilliant hues, he regards the others warningly before, so-sharp taloned forepaw snaking out, he strikes a wherry and draws it close to blood ruthlessly.

Dorian bites her lip and looks back at S'ard as he speaks.

Haven rubs the back of her neck, eyebrows knitting themselves together and then with a shake of her head, she gulps down her wine, sitting forgotten on teh table until now

Tiarnath> In the Feeding Grounds, Javanth hisses at the other males, before ripping open the beastie, lowering his head and quickie draining its still warm blood.

Tiarnath> In the Feeding Grounds, Rnayth soars over the pens, wings ablaze with light. He folds them inwards, ducking toward the fattest, closest herdbeast. His claws gouge into flesh, body settling heavily onto its bulk. His teeth dig into its throat hungrily, spraying his pale throat with rust-red blood.

Alinor's not so quiet. Pity. She virtually explodes acorss the cavern, "Shards and /shells/ Inyanth. "

Tiarnath> Vagranth snores, he's fall asleep!

Telinda drains off another glass of wine, stretching her shoulders back as she downs yet another one. There's one way to make sure you know where the headache is coming from and thats drink. Drink. Drink. Drink.

Tiarnath> In the Feeding Grounds, Boreath gurgles gustily as he sucks the herdbeast dry and growls again, mantling his wings.

S'ard glances up at Dorian for just a moment, before his eyes glance around the room, finally settling on Telinda.

Tiarnath> In the Feeding Grounds, Pendrath lands, dropping one wherry to screech and run up to the pen fence, unable to get free. As the flightless creature, huddles by the stones, it watches in panic as its brethern is slit belly open as it watches

J'mis takes a step back from Alinor, smile faltering for one moment, "But I never touched that holder's dau...oh!" now he gets it.

Haven gets up, reaching out to take Telinda's wine away from her. Any semblance of the flirty, randy brownrider is gone. "No, Tel! Stop!"

Tiarnath> In the Feeding Grounds, Javanth tosses the drained herdbeast to one side, hisses once more and eyes the other beasts. He takes to the air once more, picking quickly and repets the process.

Tiarnath> Vagranth ambles toward the lakeside meadow.

Dorian jumps slightly and watches Haven and Telinda.

Telinda frowns at Haven, "Get your hands off my wine!" she says, holding the glass away from the brownrider and dancing neatly out of the way.

Tiarnath> In the Feeding Grounds, Inyanth bloods, ruthless and direct, no energy wasted save for the lash of his tail iin the hard-packed dirt. A savage crunch fastens on the wherry's neck, shattering it, and he tosses it aside, dry, before, with a leap up then straight down he lands on a beast. /His/.

Tiarnath> In the Feeding Grounds, Pendrath tosses the first drained carcass to the side. Towering over the pinned in wherry, he jabs his maw into its belly, slamming it into the fence with a spine cracking crunch

Dragon> Flight sense that Tiarnath shudders once, the magnificently glowing hide rippling in motion. All her eyelids open at the same moment, revealing coruscating gems of amethyst with violent ruby traceries hidden amongst them. Her tail lashes a path through the grass as she looks over to the meadow, towards the feeding grounds, _her_ feeding grounds! She bugles, wings snapping open, heedless of others around her, as she launches into the sky to reclaim that which is hers, and hers alone.

Tiarnath> You soar to the sky over Southern Weyr.

Tiarnath> In the Feeding Grounds, Vagranth comes in late 'cause he fell asleep, but he's ready to go! powerful jaws reaching for a fad ovine.

Tiarnath> In the Feeding Grounds, Boreath 's tail snaps down on a herdbeast, breaking its neck. He gathers it in with a foreclaw and buries his head in it s throat.

Haven shakes her head. "TEl.... stop! Listen to Tia for a moment."

Alinor's good humor is certainly all gone now. Her lips set, and she flicks a glance over towards Telinda, steadily.

Telinda blinks. Stops. Blinks. "Its gone! The headache is gone!" She ignores Haven for the moment

Tiarnath> You fly toward the sky over White Sands Lake.

Dorian focuses on Telinda and licks her lips, almost like she's tasting the blood Boreath is feeding on.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath, the taste for blood carousing through her molten form, furls her wings with a loud, audible snap as the air is pushed out with forcible might. No somnolent, no longer asleep, the pre-flight soporific excluded from the pounding ichor that works its way through her veins and arteries. Now wholly awake and seething with possessive fury she plunges towards the feeding grounds, talons extended, backwinging to slow her descent.

Tiarnath> Boreath trumpets to the gold as she arrives, tossing the carcass aside.

Tiarnath> Pendrath sails once more over the pack, grabbing a herd beast in his maw. Still screeching as the brown lands, he whips his neck around and slams the writhing creature to the ground. It quiets with a soft wail.

Tiarnath> Javanth crouches and bugles loudly at the lovely gold, bfeore turning to a third beast, killing it and draining it quickly. He settles down, at a crouch, talons digging into the blood soaked ground and eyes intent on the queen.

Haven reaches out to grab Telinda's arm. "/Listen/ to her! The males are blooding, Telinda"

Telinda frowns, then grins, "My head is clear! For the first time in days!" Blink. Blinkblink. Haven's words sink in, her smiles drops from her face as it turns to the landing field. "Blood.." she trails off, gulping hard.

Tiarnath> Inyanth rips at the neck of his roan, talons pinning it down until the terrified fight of its legs stops all at once. And /there/. Tiarnath seen, his whirling eyes, violet and red, fix on her, and nothing else. At all. Another hiss escapes to those males sensed around him in his own sort of posessive desire. And he bloods.

K'laarn makes a move toward Telinda from the otherside, this time in agreement with Haven. "Telinda, if you drink wine you won't be able to control your dragon when she rises." There, maybe that'll get through to her.

Haven nods slowly, eyes watching the weyrwoman with a lust not all her own. She wipes her chin free of the blood she can feel dripping out of Pendrath's mouth

Tiarnath> Boreath hisses softly, his eyes whirling lustily as he flexes, eager to chase.

K'laarn withdraws short of touching the weyrwoman though, then backs off, having said his piece. He straightens his tunic perfunctionarily, as if the normal action can forstall what will be happening next.

Telinda's eyes narrow as she looks from K'laarn to Haven and back. Throwing her arms to ward them both of, she snarls, nose wrinkling, "Leave me _alone_!"

Tiarnath> Pendrath licks his maw, catching droplets of hot red fluid. With a low rumble, he watches the gold as she moves, ready to challenge the other males to her.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath snarls at those slothful creatures, these poor excuses for males idling in _her_ feeding grounds, eating _her_ herdbeasts, _her_ wherries!! Tail thrashing in fury, she considers these dumb beasts that try to evade her. Then, in a flash of the setting sun, a talon slashes out, ambushing a reluctant wherry as it stupidly runs in front of her. It ends its miserable life, as the luminous gold swiftly garrotes its neck, the red lifeblood gushing from the wound. She lowers her head, ready to feast on the red flesh that beckons so strongly to her.

Haven hisses, coming back to her senses. "Listen,Tel! Remember what you've been told. Keep a hold of her!"

Dorian's old Weyrlingmaster instinct strikes again and she almost growls. "Only blood, Telinda! Only blood."

Tiarnath> Rnayth snarls softly, the sound an ominous threat which issues from bared jaws. He pushes aside his kill beligerantly and pounces out into the pens for another. Crimson smeared claws thrust down and forward, delving into the back and sides of his newest aquisition as he brings it down. Muzzle burrows deeply against its throat, tail twitching with eagerness.

Tiarnath> Inyanth mantles, his wings vaning high above his back in foxy red-drenched hues. Steady, still, he breaks his own tableau to toss the roan in a crumpled heap against the fence bars, letting the blood seep to stain dark the ground, while the rest of the herd continues its terrified bleat and mad dash -- somehow, away, but where? Inyanth's attention is there alone, and he is Aware.

Tiarnath> Pendrath watches for any sign of flight from the glowing gold, feeling the strength of the fresh blood filling his muscles.

K'laarn walks forward to Telinda, seeing that she's not listening, decision and concern making him brave. He grabs her arm and sharply smacks her on the cheek with the open palm of one hand. "Telinda!" He admonishes her. The slap isn't bruising, or even mean to be painful. The force is light, ment only to startle.

Alinor takes her own deep breath through clenched teeth, knuckles whitening in their fisted grip. She sits perfectly still.

Telinda's eyes seem to snap into focus for the first time. "K'laarn?" she says in confusion, blinks, "Oh _shaffit_!" she remarks, half a dozen expletives rolling off her tongue. "Tia, Tia, don't..don't you _dare_! Blood it!"

Tiarnath> Tiarnath bugles harshly, the pitch resounding into the ears of many watching, the sound reminiscent of fingernails scratching down a blackboard. Her head twists around, her eyes suffused with livid purple, all for that moment concentrated on the slender form of her lifemate. Snarling, wills lock into a battle such as the two have never experienced. This happy, exuberant gold no longer that, instead a vehement mass of primeval emotions. At last, her attempt to feast is thwarted, her maw lowering to feast of the sanguine fluid that pools like a miniature lake around her talons.

Telinda's hand go white, as her fists clench, nails digging into her palms. Eyes hard, locked into a fight never before experienced, pulse points throbbing at each temple. Under her breath a quiet litany can be heard, "Blood, blood, blood!"

K'laarn abruptly lets go of Telinda, nodding. He may not be pleased with the situation, but at least the goldrider seems halfway more coherent now. "Its happening Telinda." He warns. "You can't stop her. You just have to control her. But you know that." His tone is frought with worry.

Haven grabs a chair as she feels herself sway a bit. Possesive eyes never leave Telinda's form.

Tiarnath> Boreath lets loose with a deep growl, neck and tail snaking over the ground as a warning to any nearby male dragon. His wings spread over the ground, turning bloody shadows black on the grass.

Tiarnath> Pendrath flicks his tail tip, anticipation reaching a peak. Angrily he bellows out his challange to the gold and the males that wait for her.

Dorian growls softly in answer, but remains where she is, staring at Telinda.

Alinor keeps her attention, that sort of dark-clouded brown, sightless but seeing in tandem, that's always associated with her communion with Inyanth, fixed on Telinda and beyond to the grounds seen through her mate's eye. She's still motionless, tense, coiled.

Telinda nods at K'laarn, not really hearing his words, but hearing them nonetheless. Her attention is centered wholly on her lifemate, all her concentration needed. A hand reaches out to steady herself against a table, she stumbles a little, but manages to right herself.

Tiarnath> Inyanth half-whistles, half-growls a challenge to a brown that crouwds too close to him, in his space. /Back/. But it's more sensed that seen, for even as he bloods yet another wherry, hairy proto-feathers clinging to his maw, he watches her. Gold and gleaming, alit from within, and ever so close.

Tiarnath> Rnayth lifts his head, snout flecked with drying speckles of lurid red. He growls again, blatant warning of no other had recognized it the first time. His wings spread like a brilliant cape around his shoulders as he flags down another prey. This one he toys with, tossing around and snapping its back before he finally feeds from its throat.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath unfurls her wings, stretching them out in a haze of champagne-filtered light. Violet-tinged eyes scrutinize her surroundings, a deep, objectionable rumble issued from the abysmal cavern of her chest. Watching the milling herdbeasts, she moves, suddenly -- a flash of liquid metal. When the dust clears, an unfortunate beast lies under her talons, its body twitching in its final throws, like a puppet dancing at the end of its strings. Lowering her head, she tears the throat of the animal out, feasting, with a hunger fueled by passion, on the precious nourishing fluid.

Tiarnath> Javanth just waits as still as a statue, whirling eyes never leaving the golden beauty in his midst.

Tiarnath> Pendrath stretches out his wings, flapping a few dead leaves in to the air as massive shoulder muscles ripple on the overly large brown. He looks about at the gathered males, most of them smaller than him, and growls in smug satisfaction.

Telinda's arms reach so that she ends up hugging herself, her own little safety net in the circle of male riders. A frown pulls down at her forehead and her eyes flash dark, fathomless blue. Concentration is evident in every line of her body, jaw set as she fights mind to mind, locked with her lifemate.

Tiarnath> Wings arched high above him, the fingersails quivering in deceptive anticipation, Inyanth's gaze is still in focus. One place alone Whe wherry is discarded, trampled under his feet with the shifting of his weight, and he pays no mind at all to the dark feather-beard that fuzzes his lips.

Tiarnath> Boreath rears up on his hind legs in a challenge to the others, neck craned high as he bugles his superiority. Hiw wings test the air with a mighty draft, sending droplets of blood spraying over the field.

Tiarnath> Rnayth darts his gaze around while still feeding upon his captured herdbeast. As the last of the viscous fluid is consumed, his head lifts slowly and he sends a dark glower around the pens, eyes whirling red and violet. His hungry gaze finally settles upon a pool of molten gold given life with a bright pair of wings. His body hunches back, wings flexing tensely. His every moment indicates readiness and desire.

Tiarnath> Tiarnaths tail swings outwards, balancing the gold adroitly as she waits for her next kill. Muscles undulate and her gaze shifts flirtatiously from one male to another, teasing perhaps. As one bronze decides to get a little too close, she snarls at him, eyes bearing in pure hatred. Lumbering away from him, she thumps a foreleg down on another herdbeast, talons piercing though the skin into tender flesh. Her other foreclaw grabs the head, and not waiting to see if the animal is alive or dead, she rends it apart. Muscles rip, tendons tear and bones snap audibly out of joint under the strain. Offal splays and blood fountains as she eagerly consumes the suppurate wound.

Tiarnath> Inyanth might be considered to be in a torpor, so still is he, were it not for the subtle shift of the tautly held and waiting muscles 'neath his hide, the scintillant spark that lights the amethyst of his eyes. No more blood, just the wait, and watch and wary of pre-liftoff.

Telinda shivers, shoulders snapping back in the violence of her lifemate. Eyes glazed, she seems mostly oblivious to her surroundings locked as she is in a contest of wills.

Tiarnath> Rnayth shifts uneasily, muscles tensing up. He is primed and ready, anxiously awaiting the first airward movement that Tiarnath makes.

Tiarnath> Pendrath tense, legs ready to thrust him up to give pursuit.

K'laarn looks tense, and a little anxious himself. His gaze flickers throughout the room, focusing on others for a brief moment before notching once more upon Telinda with a kind of heart-sick and lustful gaze.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath warbles, the sound oddly melodious in the turmoil of the feeding grounds. Still nursing that last kill, she unfurls her wings, a shimmering ray of setting sun causing the pearl highlights to glisten pink in the midst of fragile membranes and yet setting the edges afire with imperial purples. Embraced within the remaining light, glowing even brighter now that she is fueled with energy, muscles ripple in movement. Hindmuscles tense, and then, with only the stirred eddies of dust left to argue over the spent corpse, she launches! Away, quickly away; far, far, far from all these pathetic, lethargic, moronic males!

Tiarnath> You soar to the open sky above.

Tiarnath> Boreath lunges into the sky, his wings pummeling the air behind him.

Telinda bites down on her lip, so hard causing it to bleed, head tilts back, imagining she can see her lifemate lift off. Then she becomes aware of the other riders in the room, and dashes out.

The riders all move into Telinda's Cottage..

Dorian follows like the lust zombie she is, stalking on Telinda (beautiful) tail.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath beats her wings down, in vigorous downsweeps, full of vitality so helpfully supplied by those departed beasts. Wingtips tilt, this way, that way, searching for a thermal, of which there should be plenty given the heat around Southern today. Leading edges snap taunt as one is found and she disappears way up into the sky, leaving the males but a shimmer in the distance. Nevertheless, the setting sun pours over her glowing hide, causing it to almost pulse with light -- a second celestial sphere rises over the horizon -- neither of which is a moon -- beckoning and promising flight.

K'laarn enters silently, the only noise the sound of his harsh breathing. He walks toward Telinda, but stops short of touching her, crowding amongst the others for nearness.

Tiarnath> Pendrath follows with the pack of lusty males, keeping pace with them until a better time to break free arises. Wings beat with whirls of air, thrusting him forward towards his goal.

Tiarnath> Boreath pumps his wings furiously in pursuit. His eyes blaze purple but reflect only gold as he forces the air to do his bidding and propel him toward his object of desire.

Tiarnath> Inyanth launches skywards, russet wings snapping out before surging to catch the wind in the up, up, and after chase. Beat-two, beat-three, and he catches at the currents, violet following the complement of sun-shimmering gold that sparks so far in the distance. Somewhere in the middle, mayhaps, but moving so swift in chase.

Telinda leans back against towards the desk, desperately seeking the wood she knows is there, somewhere, staying well away from the sleeping area, eyeing it with gross mistrust. Reaching it, she slumps backwards, several hides dropping unheaded to the floor.

Tiarnath> Rnayth rises up after the golden Tiarnath, his flame-red bronze hide gleaming with luster. His wings billow out, thrusting to the sides almost effortlessly at first, musclar strength propelling him higher. With a flick of his tail, he twists, banking to the right as he continues his chase, weaving his way around another dragon.

Tiarnath> With strong, steady beats of his wing, Javanth soars effortlessly after the lovely gold, arrowing through a few of the slower dragons ater his goal.

Haven leans against the doorframe, holding on for balance

Dorian forces herself not to step forward, her heart pounding so loud other must hear it. She wipes her forhead lightly and watches Telinda, her eyes glazed with hunger.

Alinor's expression is torn between tension and desire, her emotions mixed with draconian flavoring, and she stays against a wall, boot-heels planted.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath bugles -- tantalising -- teasing these males and still reveling in the pure joy of flight. Just they try and catch her! Not a chance! Her course deviates a fraction, using another thermal to push herself up and away -- and like an ebbing spring tide she moves with surprising speed, leaving the males in her wake. With ichor pounding through her hearts, fueling muscle and sinew, she increases her speed to become a single golden fleck illuminating the firmament -- beckoning the males like a lighthouse might signal Seacrafters home safely.

Tiarnath> Pendrath dips and flies below the pack of males, keeping a length distance from them. Eye never veer from his intended catch. A bronze tries to push past him and he lashes out, snapping at him.

Tiarnath> Boreath 's howl of lust is lost on the wind and he fights thermals to keep him aloft and moving faster. His wings strain to follow the glorious gold in her flight.

Tiarnath> If Tiarnath's the lighthouse amid the rocks, then Inyanth's surely the ship out at sea, trying to wend his way amid the hazards. Those -- the /others/ -- are mere impediments. He flounders for a moment before the winds changing currents catch him as well, lift his up, and carry him on -- and onwards and after. Towards his own private light in the dark he tacks, following a trail set by others ahead.

Tiarnath> Javanth ignores the other males, eyes set on the golden tail. He catches a thermal, soaring higher into the air with ease, his bugle to Tiarnath is lost behind him in the wind.

Tiarnath> Rnayth arches his body, fire-kissed sails flexing to their fullest as he banks again, minute changes of body carrying him toward Tiarnath's changed direction. He lets out a challanging roar at the apex of his turning climb, as if to let all know his strength. He rises like a smokey haze from a banked fire, floating through the air to greater heights.

Tiarnath> Llanth follows, sunburnt form dipping into the sky, forest ablase body hatching a thermal. Hazards are nothing. Roars would be nothing but a waste. One must crest the tide, in order to get to the shore. Upon windshears he flies, riding wake after wake as he rises to lighthouse's gleam: Tiarnath.

Telinda brushes her hand through her hair, a smile touching her lips like a light dew on a bright summer morning. Eyes partially shut, she follows her lifemate, up there with her, high high!

Haven slides down to sit upon the floor, hugging knees to chest.

Dorian licks her lips and flexes her hands as if they were claws.

Alinor sways slightly, caught in the ave of her mate's air-shifted flight, and unseeing fingers grasp at something behind her for balance.

S'ton wanders in, jaw clentched tightly as he finds a spot to sit. No movement, just severe concentration. Let his other self soar....he's grounded.

S'ard clenches his hands tightly, nails digging into his palms, drops of blood dripping onto the floor.

Tiarnath> In the distance, Tiarnath favours a glance backwards -- the sinuous, graceful lines of her head and neck watch the males, and she rumbles in amusement at the distance -- and they think they can fly!?! Ha! Looking forward once more, rhythmical strokes thrum in tempo, calling out, like a greeting to new hatchlings, in between making negligible alterations, swapping thermals here and there to gain the advantage, pushing herself forward like a arrow, finally released from the coiled spring of a crossbow.

Tiarnath> Pendrath powerbeats his wings, pulling himself slightly ahead of the center of the pack of males. He rides the thermals with skilled care, knowing when to pull out as the gold changes her mind and twists in new directions. Whirling eyes keep their lock on her.

Tiarnath> Boreath soars up on a hot thermal to get above the crowd. His head cranes down to follow the glowing vision ahead of him. He tips slightly and strains to keep his position.

Tiarnath> Inyanth shifts, swift, his own straight flight, his own wingsails a-quiver in the snap of hide and wind. Fletched it might be, or maybe not, but his adjust and readjust to rise somewhat above the back towards less constrained movement. The beat of his wings steady as a oar-stroke drum, he flies: after, towards, and in chase.

Tiarnath> Llanth continues to chase, windshear missing wings by a heartbeat, catapulting him forward. One must take chances, and when /she/ calls, he listens. Wings rythmically beat, matching heart, bellowing lungs, as fireswept flare ignites, raging inferno catching within the wind to become full blown firestorm.

Tiarnath> Rnayth is galvanized by the quick turn of that aurulite head. His wings increase their pace, rocking forward only to push back hard to harness the wind to his experienced command. He twists it, warping it to his need, moulding it into a conduit of air reserved for him. He uses it to weave in and out of the dragons like a metallic bronzed thread twining through the strings on a loom.

Tiarnath> Golden bronze hide glitering like a second sun in the sky, Javanth shifts through the thermals as well, practice from old quickly coming back as he continues the chase.

Telinda frowns, furrows creasing every line of her forehead, urging her lifemate on, forever on, don't look back! Hands clenched, muscles hard in tension, she encourages her to keep avoiding them.

K'laarn watches Telinda with fixed adoration and hunger intinsified need. His hands tug on the neck of his tunic. Hot? Its sweltering in the small cottage!

S'ton has settled his head on bent knees. He doesn't look left or right, but rather concentrates, form going boneless as mind keeps with his dragon above.

Dorian's eyes are glazed in lust and anger at the other riders surrounding her. They flit around the room to rest back on Telinda, almost glowing with passion.

Haven hugs her knees to her chest, sitting inches from S'ton, but far away in her mind. Sweat trickles down her face.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath's tone is smug as she bugles at the males, the sound loud enough to be heard well above the whisper of air over her wings. She slows a little, dropping back to scorn the browns and bronzes, then shoots ahead as they gain some of that precious distance. Like a careful hand in dragonpoker, she plays them, dropping back, then speeding up, dropping back some more -- not a chance! Look at their pathetic efforts! Why waste the good cards on such a bet?!

Alinor stays unseeing yet seeing, her gaze flat on Telinda's frame and motions. And her teeth worry at her lower lip.

Tiarnath> Javanth ignores Tiarnath's antics, flying straight and true towards the golden form. Which each beat of his wings he slowly gains air, inch by inch.

Tiarnath> Pendrath bugles his response to her trilling invitation, and even though she shoots forward, teasing with a glimpse of her wiggling tail, that just seems to drawn new strength in him as he strains to pull ahead of his competitors

Tiarnath> Boreath lashes out his tail as another brown gets to close. He roars possessively and dives back to the edge of the crown of raging males. His eyes blaze with the heat of his desire and he just tries harder for the golden taunting.

Tiarnath> Even good cards can be bested by a better hand. Llanth takes the high road, using Tiranath's form as a beacon. Up he lifts, aided by a thermal, every iota of his strength saved for the chase. Roar away. He'll do the same, when he's caught her. From desire comes determination, and that's all that sits within violet stained orbs, passion whirling within them evident.

Tiarnath> Inyanth's answering call, light baritone, is all but ripped away in the streaming air. He wavers slightly in the current, in his motion, quickly corrected by minute adjustments of wingsails. Stretching, seeking, surging, he keeps going forwards, hope springing eternal in the quickened swirl of his eyes as she falls back, fleeing again as she pulls away. Someday, he'll come up /weyrwomen/.

Telinda's head tilts backwards, a sensuous smile playing across her lips. Her hand runs down her arm and she shivers, giggling at something, eyes glazed and not at all in this room.

Tiarnath> With swift, minute movements which seem to flow like the slow and eloquent steps of a dancer enticing his lover, Rnayth flows through the air. His body is like molten copper awash with the fine impurity of various minerals which glitter intermitantly under the harsh light from above. When Tiarnath coalesces before him like some image within a dream, then seems to vanish completely, he turns once more, to bring her back into focus.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath, tiring slightly from all these games she keeps playing with them -- if only they'd get a clue! -- seeks the elusiveness of a thick bank of cloud, directly in front of her -- a seductive, enticing, bewitching flash of fervored desire that hastens through the outer wisps of ethereal clouds, weaving a pattern like a Lady Holder's gather dress -- rich opulent browns, blazing bronzes, trimmed with regal gold.

Alinor shakes her head slightly, not that does nothign to clear it. Caught up in /his/ emotion, Alinor leans harder against the wall, her dual sight superimposing image upon image in unmitigated and unapologetic desires.

Telinda's eyes snap open and she looks around her tiny cottage - no glares. Eyes burn at these people, these people that dare to have their lifemates chase hers. The audacity!

Tiarnath> Boreath 's muscles ripple under velvety hide as he strives for what he knows will be ecstacy if he can just catch her. The clouds don't deter him. She's shining so brightly, the clouds won't hide that light anyway. He ignores the tiring wings and feeds his body on lust.

Tiarnath> Pendrath rumbles, gaining precious distance. He has watche this one play so many games - so full of playfulness and mirth... but this is a game he wills himself to win. Dodging a brown that twists past him, spent, he continues on his quest to get closer to her.

K'laarn sucks in a breath as he gazes jealously around. His expression reveals it all. He's desperate, obviously he'd rather none of these other riders accomplished what he must. His soft murmur indicates that is indeed the case, "Faster Rnayth!"

Tiarnath> Llanth is tiring, but it doesn't show in feverant beat of wings, or desired filled eyes as he angles high and to the left of Tiranath, weaving past dress' 'hem' concentration on that exquisite moment....so close, yet so far away. He continues his decent, letting shadow play what it will with his rivals....and the prize.

Dorian leans back against the wall, her blood thrumming and she closes her eyes, caught up in the desire of her beloved brown and his endeavor.

Tiarnath> Inyanth surges, his own wind's gale, towards the cloaing cloud that light merely filters through. Within the obfuscation can come enlightenment -- if one can find it...and capture. Another flip of his wings and a boost forward and he follows after that glint of golden trimming, the tenebrous strands of hue and instinct that make him know that she is there. And there he'll follow. Tired yes, in the strained beat of his wings, but not stopping yet.

Tiarnath> Rnayth ravages the air now with violent flicks of wings pulling sharply at wind currents. His jaw bears, lips curling back fericiously. He -must- get closer! Wings flare to their widest extent as he pulls on reserves of energy from deep within that will likely want to kill him later at the critical time. His tail flags like a warning beacon as he tumbles through the air at high velocity. He's more like some madman's painting of neon hue than a delicate work of tailoring.

S'ton lets out a long sigh, eyes blissfully rolling back, as body simply....slumps. Gone. Far, and away.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath propels herself forward, trying to gather residues of strength from deep down, using every ounce, every breath she has left. She shimmers in the light, swinging like a pendulum, and changes course to head out over the ocean. Above -- the sky, bruised ebony in the pass of twilight -- below -- the winged forms of many dragons, reflected amongst the twinkling stars in the rippling waters far far below.

Tiarnath> Pendrath holds back his rumbles, lest the energy spent on final challenges cost him his victory. He pulls in high to her left, wingtips beating so close to hers. A tail lashes out, sharp, quick, strong, and with a final downbeat of wings, he hopes it lashes on true.

Tiarnath> Javanth bugles as he gets closer and closer, wings still beating strong as he gets his second breath. He finds himself just above and to one side of the lovely gold, and taking his chance reaches... reaches... reaches... for her.

Tiarnath> Boreath barrel rolls after the beacon of light. Not the prettiest of rolls, but very efficient. As she slices above him in the midst of his roll, he snakes his tail upwards on the off-chance that she might just brush against him. He spreads his wings wide to hold the air and warbles softly, as if that might draw her attention.

Tiarnath> Inyanth follows his ever-beacon, out above the sea, reflection superimposed for moments in the wave-torn tide: shimmering, insubstantial, fleeting. But then: his angle shifts, he arches up, and sees, so close, so near, what he seeks. Neck, tail and talons reach and seek, to try and grasp /her/ into a true superimposition.

Tiarnath> Rnayth becomes a furious flurry of moment, wings radiating outwards like a blaze gone out of control. His body fluctuates in the air, like a wave of heat as he dives down toward water to quench himself in the golden warmth of Tiarnath. His length extends, foreclaws aiming outwards, head sinuously ducking down as his stream-lined body does its plunge. His attempt to catch is all consuming of thought, everything else pushed out and away.

Tiarnath> Llanth drops. Like so many boulders, he plummets, claws reaching out as he decends from a height above. All is wasted, only this moment counts and this one alone. Wings furl for greater speed, as every diget reaches, beacon below his only target, his desire, want, and need. Nothing else matters but the now.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath's fruitless endeavor to wrest herself free from the tangle persists but for a brief moment in the passage of time. As if she was consumed and re-born, her mood changes, the confused warble at her arrested flight mutating to a smooth, ardent croon, her neck and tail entwining with Inyanth's as they descend slowly towards the ground. Two indeed do become one, as gold meets with brown in a loving tangle of wings and limbs, superimposed against the night sky.

Tiarnath> Pendrath hisses in anger at the pair, catch failing him! He veers off quickly, eager to make distance between him and the pair

S'ard sags slightly, and shakes his head. He turns and manages to leave.

S'ard swings open the door and wanders out to Tiarnath's Hollow.

Tiarnath> Pendrath soars to the open meadow below.

Haven gasps and looks up. Pale, sweaty, she stumbles out

S'ton blinks, suddenly, as if waking from a dream. Demeanor belying what just happened, he simply....leaves.

S'ton swings open the door and wanders out to Tiarnath's Hollow.

Haven swings open the door and wanders out to Tiarnath's Hollow.

Tiarnath> Javanth hisses and then bugles his anger as he watches the lovely gold caught.

Tiarnath> Boreath wails in disappointment and rolls to fly down to a landing, unsated.

Tiarnath> Javanth soars to the sky over the Landing Field.

Tiarnath> In the northern sky, Javanth moves towards the the sky over the Landing Field.

Dorian swings open the door and wanders out to Tiarnath's Hollow.

Tiarnath> In the northern sky, Javanth flies toward the broad Landing Field below.

Tiarnath> Rnayth screeches like one of the unleashed furies as he breaks off his murderous plunge at the very last second. He skims up through the air, soaring higher as he wails his defeat.

Tiarnath> Llanth flies toward the open meadow below.

Tiarnath> Boreath dives down and SPLOOSHES into the lake!

K'laarn's look of devestation is complete. His skin draws pale, expression grim. He starts breathing almost normally again, even as he rips his eyes away from Telinda. "Shards" Comes his muttered, emphatic curse.

Tiarnath> Inyanth rumbles, triumphant, his wings folding close capture about Tiarnath, as tail and neck twine tighter, before the sails snap out, to catch the downward fall. And reflections scurry their shadows away.

K'laarn's word is strained, voice almost cracking. Defeat settles heavily upon him, its impact increased ten-fold by bond.

Telinda's attention has already been torn away from everyone else but Alinor, despite what she may do later.

K'laarn staggers out, doing his best to regain lost dignity. His foosteps pad heavily on the ground.

K'laarn swings open the door and wanders out to Tiarnath's Hollow.

Alinor's has been focused as well, and she doesn't even notice the leaving of the other riders. not at all.