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Living Caverns (#392)
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Scattered about in various perches and niches are forty-eight firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign) and White Clay Egg Pot here.
Hiza, Sinead, Khevys, X'ner, Meilin, and P'rru are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area

Geko steps quietly in from the Central Bowl.

N'sync is sitting in a corner holding court, of a sort. That is to say, he's got at least three girls crowded around him, ooo'ing and ahh'ing at every word he speaks as he weaves rather unbelievable stories about Thread fighting. Quite the showman, eh? Positively in his element.

P'rru wanders happily into the caverns, a large basket in his hands. "Redfruit for all!" he declares loudly and tosses one of the fruit from his basket towards N'sync. "Catch boyo!" nevrmind he probably clapped one of the rider's groupies on the head with it.

Druseth> Cadgwith crashes resplendently in from the Beach.

Pyrene wanders distractedly in from the Central Bowl.

Druseth> Above, Skeseth drops down towards the Bowl.
Druseth> Skeseth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

Sua steps gracefully in from the Central Bowl.

Sinead looks around, her eyes wide. "Oh, uum, dear, lookit the crowd...." She eeks a bit, remaining seated at her table

Meilin exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Proooooowl. Slippery, skipping steps for Lylia. The brownrider's still a bit slow with sleep, but as she enters the cavern with an unceremonious trip, she manages a half-grin. Sleeeeep. "Heeeeeeeeey." Mmmhmm. Lookit the pretty people. Look how they shine. There's a definite crazed gleam of a hangover in those absinthe eyes. Blame Quara's weyr for being the Home of Wine.

Pyrene trundles in, smiling away to herself. "Mmm, morning all..." she murmurs, largely to the air. A chair is chosen and she sits down. "Lovely day.... Beautiful colours...."

N'sync glances up, deftly plucking the reedfruit from the air with a flash of that picture-perfect grin. As if N'sync would allow his groupies to be smacked in the head by fruit! "P'rru, my man!" the brownrider calls, now offering an appolgetic smile to the girls as he rises, unfolding his form from his chair. The girls promptly sigh and retreat to a corner where much giggling and sneaking of glances takes place, while N'sync saunters toward his fellow brownrider.

Druseth> Cadgwith swishes her tail idly, admiring the pretty dust patterns. She's bored.

Hiza goes home.

P'rru didn't know he was anyone's 'man; but he's in a jovial enough mood to put up with it. "N'sync! Your charming the ladies again I assume?" he asks, giving a happy enough wave to the others that are around. "Fresh redfruit, straight from the tree if anyone's hungry" he offers, rattling the fruit around in the basket.

Druseth> Dsalth is studying a broken strap, that lies forgotten on the ground. Poke. Snuffle. Harumph.

Khevys looks around, waving frenziedly as all of these /people/ keep coming in.  Cheerfully sipping at his klah, he continues looking around, a sense of something...about...to happen coming over him.  But oh well, he actually shrugs at his own thoughts, and continues watching and sipping for a little bit...

Pyrene takes a piece of P'rru fruit and gazes at it in fascination. Amazing. "Did you know," she begins... and stops there. Short attention span.

Sua appears, quietly slipping in with a glance from one way and then towards the other. She does have a sixth sense after all, and she really doesn't believe that something is right about now. Shrugging back a shoulder, she ignores the crowd and heads straight towards the klah, getting herself a mug before finding herself a seat. And that is when she actually gets a good look around, brightening towards a few familiar faces in the crowd. "G'day P'rru, everyone." Only one deserves to be greeted properly?

Ayamiri arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Geko absolutely fails to integrate herself into conversations, and all for a sincere lack of trying. "Revnath's acting weird - again," she complains, largely to the air in front of her. Slumped posture, leaning against the wall, conveys her utter disgust for any general cheeriness. Terrible teens, a little late.

Sinead continues to stare wide eyed, occasionally throwing a greeting here and there at people she recognizes, and those she doesn't. "So, Khes, talk about a crowd..." she grins to Khes at that.

It's all about the shiny things. With a blinkblink and a squint, Lylia lollingly drifts over to a chair, flopping back and offering a fluttering beam to any male types in the room. Just because. But that sleepy gaze quickly quirks to Sua. And brings up... dun dun dun.... the whine. "Suuaaaaaaaa." Squeaaaaaaaaak. "Can you get me a cooooookie?"

"As always, my man," N'sync responds with another grin and a clap on the back for P'rru. "They are charming, aren't they?" With a quick semi-leer toward the giggling girls and a snap of a bite from the redfruit, he folds himself into another chair. "So what's the story?" Pyrene is noted, eyed - appreciatively, of course - and then eyed again. This time in amusement. "Py, love, been hittin' the wine a bit hard, have you?"

"That's probably because Cadge is about to take flight," Pyrene notes in passing to Geko. "Did somebody say they had wine? I could do with some before the flight. Anybody seen G'deon?" Subtle, isn't she? She puts down her fruit on the table where an opportunistic fire lizard promptly makes off with it.

Khevys grins back at Ead too, setting down his klah.  "I know, isn't it great?"  Everything's great.  And Khes is practically on Happy Pills...  "And all of a sudden too..."  But he keeps on grinning, 'cuz that's what GoodMood Khevys is all about.  And then...oooh.  "Flight?"  Is he hearing correctly...?

Druseth> Cadgwith flicks her tail again and tips her head towards the pens. Should she go now? Or wait a bit. She's not sure she's ready yet. One must be properly prepared for these things. Well, if not prepared, at least in the properly cataclysmic state of mind.

Sua tilts her head over in the direction from which her name was called out, blinking back towards Lylia. "A cookie?" Blink. "Why a cookie?" Blink. "Cookies aren't too good... Wouldn't you rather have... Something other than a cookie?" So the brownrider doesn't like cookies. Flight? That brings out another blink from her, slumping back down in her seat. "Doubt 'Seth would dare to try and fly Cadgwith." That would just be strange..

P'rru is jogged by N'sync';s slap and is rather grateful when he leaves to stalk better things. Like Pyro. "Sua!" he'll cling to his own. "Did she just say flight or something" he leans down to whisper towards the brownrider, shuddering through his frame. "Ahem. I should go. Yes." Before Dsalth get's any ideas.
Sinead chuckles. Khes on happy pills, she's the same, high in the sky on happy pills, hyper pills too. "Definatly all of a sudden, we're sittin talking and there's an influx of people, all at once." she grins. "But it's oh so nice."

"Aw, shard everything, all I want to be is in my weyr," Geko proclaims,  "I don't care if Revnath wants to fly Cadge and five greens in a row, and then go around to every tavern on Pern so as to get ready for more, as long as he doesn't inconvenience me. But of course," out of spite, of course, "he does."

Just an Ayamiri, a bit dusty and tired looking, emerges from deeper in the Weyr, clasping a basket with dead glows - looks like someone's been doing chores.   The crowd of the Caverns is noted vaguely, but he's on a mission.  Needs a drink now, after working.  It's on this pretense that he wanders around the edge of the room, navigating slightly toward Sinead and Khes, perhaps intentionally, perhaps not.  Familiar faces and all.

"No, she's not." Hmph. Lylia stares at Pyrene, craning her neck like a sickly stork (suffering the onset of rabies, perhaps?), before her head rolls back. Meh. Effort. Bad. "Now's not a nice time for that. She really shouldn't." And Ly is all powerful over this sort of thing? But the lack of energy suddenly turns around, eyes snapping open and the brownrider slooooowly turning to eyeball Sua. Ewww. Rolling eyeballs. "Cookies are /good/. What in Faranth's name do you mean? Something /other/ than cookies?" Hmph. Freak.

Druseth> Backstreeth glances at Cadgwith idly, not bothering with adoring glances and swift compliments. No.. he's not ready yet. No lights, no fans... no action. Yet. He stretches slowly, first one leg, then another, allowing his gaze to slip from the gold.

Druseth> Skeseth must be the strange one, glancing towards the gold curiously from the shadows, flicking his tail every once in awhile. Sure, he is interested, as any other young eligible male dragon might. And it's not like he would be missing a gold flight, after all. So he twitches his tail, waiting patiently, stretched out along the ground and staring towards Cadgwith in silence.

Druseth> Dsalth throws up his head and bugles, a rattley, gravelly sound that vibrates throughout his entire old frame. Little sorrel crotchety brown lumbers closer to Cadgwith, inquiring with cavernously sniffing nostrils.

Druseth> Druseth is ready, willing, and lazy. Slinky coils of sexy brown manflesh seem to be taking a lesson from the more chubby flesh (not that /he'd/ ever say that) of his rider as he remains louuuuunging, tail flicking as he hides in the shadows. Sorrowful shades of blue glance at Cadgwith. Shiny thing. He likes shiny things. Likes to bite them. But still... that involves /leaving/ his nice little shadowy spot. Patience is a virtue, right? And it means... remaining in place.

Sua snorts softly, scrunching up her nose and shrugging back a shoulder. "Cookies are /bad/. I don' like 'em at all." Her eyes unfocus a moment, glancing back towards the bowl as she tightens her grip on her mug of klah. Yes, her lifemate is strange... Why? Because he is interested. Pale already, the brownrider simply gets up and goes in search of some wine instead. She'll need it...

"I think she is, y'know.." Pyrene says, brow creasing slightly. "She's done it twice before, and I felt the same way then.... I think. I don't remember. But I think she's going to go up. /She/ thinks she is." And Cadgwith is usually better at recognising the signs than Pyrene. "Any wine?" the plea is repeated, with an added dollop of piteousness.

Khevys waves ever-so vigorously at Ayamiri, grinning incessantly.  "'Lo!" he calls.  Looks like the CookieMaking Crew, reunited at last.  Yay!  Another sips of klah.  "Hey 'Miri!  How are you this fine, wonderful day."  Then a glance up at talk of cookies.  "Did someone say they don't like cookies?" he asks incredulously.  As if /anyone/ could ever not like cookies.  That's just silly...

Who said N'sync left? Nono - he's still here, seated next to P'rru. It's just that he's more than willing to lift his voice to call toward a lovely lady.. particularly when the word 'flight' catches his ear. "Ah, now, that must be it." N'sync grins, shooting a wink toward P'rru. "Fabulous idea, my man. Wouldn't want to embarrass yourself, would you?" And then he /does/ rise, stopping to whisper to a drudge for a moment and grinning after her as she scurries toward the kitchen in giggles. At least he didn't pat her on the rear. And then, of course, Pyrene /is/ hovered over. With a winning smile. "Coming, love," he responds smoothly to her plea for wine. "Trust me - the drudges are quite efficient." At least the female ones are, when he offers a whisper or two in their ear.

Sinead drats and stands. "I gotta go Khes, I'd love to stay and chat, but, well, other things to do. But, thanks for the chat. Have fun," she grins and waves to everyone as he leaves.

Sinead exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Druseth> Revnath concludes idly watching Cadgwith, observing the glow, and stretches out of his reclining sunning position, ending his routine in a pose, artfully produced to catch the full effect of the morning sun on his wings and princely head. He's pretty, he's handsome, he's sexay!

Druseth> Cadgwith rolls her eyes at the males around her. Oh good. An audience. Just what she wanted. No, really. Ugh. That silver shiny tail of hers twitches, agitated and she quite suddenly makes up her mind. She's going to the pens....

Druseth> Cadgwith crashes resplendently to the Pens.
Druseth> Skeseth slalks, simply a slithering silent shadow, to the Pens.
Druseth> Revnath strides, confident that the world is his burrito to claim, to the Pens.

Meh. Not /up/. That involves hormones and moving and waking up the next morning with a hangover and hands in places they weren't last time memory was working. Lylia gives a little shake of the head, messy braid flopping into her face as she screws up her face like a stubborn brat. "C'mon. She's not /really/, is she? I mean... meh. Can't she do it tomorrow instead? Or something?" Mope. Sua still gets glowered at. "Cookies. Are. Good." Listen to the wise words of the sleepy brownrider.

Druseth> You go to the Pens.
Druseth> Pens
Druseth> Freshened breezes from the lake to the south linger with the stronger scents of herdbeast and wherry, dust and dung, that fill this ovoid enclosure. The sturdy fence sways out into the bowl, captures an outlet of clear blue lake, and, as it meets the bowl wall, grows into a stout wind-shelter replete with hay and feeding troughs; not too far above, a claw-marked series of feeding ledges lie, decorated by a few discarded and bleached-out bones.  A few clusters of green sprout, downtrodden, in the hard ground, tracked over by the stampeding of the herds.
Druseth>   It is a summer noon.
Druseth> To the south, you see Zenzorath, Wiranth, and two people.
Druseth> Blue Trydanth, gold Cadgwith, brown Skeseth, and brown Revnath are here.
Druseth> You see Kukalaka, Herd of Herdbeasts, and Hanabi's Uncreatively Titled Wagon here.
Druseth> Obvious exits:
Druseth> Stables     Barn     Training Grounds     Central Bowl     Beach

Valen suddenly disappears ::between::!
Anla'shok suddenly disappears ::between::!

P'rru let's out his own husky breath, a hand swept tiredly through his hair. "You couldn have warned us, Pyrene. Now I'll have to find Kwa. Or Aera. The ones that can control Jhiateshyrth and make her take me home..." he says, not freaking out just yet, as he's prone to do. But neither is around here so he crumples into a chair, trying to busy himself with anything except looking at Pyrene strangely.

Druseth> Dsalth paces with regimental gait in from the Central Bowl.

Pyrene actually bestows a grateful smile upon N'sync, although whether or not she recognised him is debatable. The wineskin is cradled like a child--in Pyrene's case, more lovingly than a child. "C'mon, let's get to the ground weyrs," she declares, the consummate professional of mating flights, oh yes.

Pyrene exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.
Central Bowl (#3812)
Seven spindles brush the clouds -- quite literally -- overhead, a jagged, spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is expansively large, extending a full half mile in both directions, and although sometimes a bit of a stretch, most of the hubs of activity can be easily observed. Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways, all of them meandering about the craggy bunch of boulders that form a centerpiece: carven, hand-worn and foothold-full, it gives a bit of centerpoint to the otherwise vast emptiness of the area.
To the north lie the hatching grounds and leadership weyrs, while the lows of herdbeasts mark the feeding pens to the northeast. A flurry of ever-present activity marks the living caverns to the west, and another time-traveled path the ground weyrs just adjacent to the southwest. Southeast, a glint of blue shows the lake, glittering and cold.
  It is a summer noon.
Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are twenty-one firelizards.
Green Kelitath, green Zoryanth, gold Chayath, bronze Jhanath, green Zaqith, bronze Rixesith, green Miravith, blue Lainnoth, green Estsanth, and green Ayamizureth are here.
You see a wagonmaster, George Dubya bush, Trash n Treasures, Trey's Trumbling Wagon, and Wagon Two here.
Obvious exits:
Pens     Northern Bowl     Caverns     Ground Weyrs     Lakeside     Guards HQ

Sua steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Druseth> Dsalth isn't graceful, nor sexy nor pleasant, really. But he's older and wiser and has experience way beyond his years. So move over, children. He'll teach you a few lessons.

Open sky is exchanged for protecting stone.
Ground Weyrs (#2361)
Once a mere overhang in the bowl wall, this arched stone enclave was deepened in aeons past by who-knows-what to provide shelter for injured dragons and their mates. Craggy walls loom high to dwarf rider and dragon alike, sloping back from the weather-open entrance to a low opening into the infirmary itself. Stacked under rock-shaded cover are low supply chests of sturdy timber, flanked with long tables. Other openings are shaded by wherhide curtains, leading to smaller, private caverns for the dragonhealers' patients.
  It is a summer noon.
To the southwest, you see Mzadith.
Settled on rough-hewn ledge are Bansi, Bow-Wow, Kyoei, Simbi, and Vuil.
Slippa and Pyrene are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Inner Ground Weyr     Infirmary

Sua comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.

P'rru comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.
Geko comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.

Druseth> Backstreeth glides in from the Central Bowl.

N'sync comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.

P'rru scuffles in with the look of one whose resigned himself to a terrible fate. "Shells and shards and how terribly embarassing" he chants, a mantra as he lopes behind the others, only to find a nice corner to huddle in once the crowd disperses. Pyrene still isn't lusted after (will she ever be?), but glared at. "All your fault" he mumbles. Aye.

Sua pops out of nowhere, returning with a skin of wine which she clutches with dear life. Alright, so she really didn't 'pop' out, but simply stalked right after the goldrider. It wasn't really her, she was just somehow dragged there by some strange reason. "Cookies. Bad. Wine. Good." That is repeated a few times before the mumbling brownrider slips to a dark corner. This looks like a better spot.

Druseth> Druseth has to move. Mourn. That dragon booty of his swings back and forth, muscles tight below his dark-dappled hide. Ready. Testing, one, two, three. All systems are /go/. There's the faint, musky smell of herdbeast hanging in the air, and with the faint flicker of fire beginning to ignite behind his eyes, he's getting a little... thiiiiirsty... And it ain't milk that does his body good. It's the sweet taste of life draining away and being taken into the darkness. Nummy.

Slippa goes home.

Druseth> Cadgwith isn't interested in lessons. She's interested in food.... Although Pyrene's telling her she should be interested in blood. A herd of screaming llamas map out her movements across the pens, with a mortal cry announcing her strike. Cadge sends up her own cry, a raging storm, before ceding to mental influence and merely tearing out the creature's throat and draining it of its blood.

Pyrene is skinny and shrewish and rarely sexy, but she doesn't seem unduly bothered by that just now. She's more focused on trying to drink wine while biting her lip intently. It's the whole battle of wills thing, and it's just /ruining/ the front of her tunic. "You'd think there'd be a more efficient way of doing this," she mutters.

Druseth> Backstreeth may be relaxed and idle, but that doesn't mean he's not paying attention. He's up and moving as soon as Cadgwith is, sauntering toward the bowl with a twitch of his tail. Preshow snack, hmmm? Always good for a bit of an energy boost. His movements are quick, deft, and energy-preserving - he knows the effort a good show takes. A herdbeast is selected and pounced on quickly, whilst the gold is given only a sidelong glance now and then.

Druseth> Skeseth wiggles here and there, following right after the gold as she enters the pens. This is his favorite part, after all. You see, one herdbeast or wherry is choosen randomly and the brown simply pounces. Tears. Slurps. See? Gone. Blood spills quickly upon the ground, staining the muzzle that rips into the flesh in order to get into the warm liquid that will help him pump up into the skies after the gold. Now to play a game: How many can he kill and blood before she heads on up?

Druseth> Revnath interrupts his posing - it doesn't quite have the same effect in the dusty, blood-scented pens as it does in a sunbeam on the bowl floor. Besides, as silvered muzzle quivers with breath, the smell does get to one's head. And mix in with all them feminine pheremones. He leaves Cadgwith's wake to decisively target another beast, to satiate that slavering blood thirst so he can get back to those hormonal urges.

"Come now, love, that's to /share/," N'sync reminds Pyrene with a slow smile that indicates /he/, at least, doesn't mind the way they've got now. Lock a bunch of 'riders in the ground weyrs and watch the hormones roll! The brownrider reaches a hand, attempting either to snatch the wineskin back or... well, let's just go with trying to snatch the wineskin, hmm?

Druseth> Druseth is a good boy. He waits for She Who Is Shiny And Far Scarier Than He to take the first bite, then gives a flex of the silven claws and launches into the air, wraithlike wings snapping and cracking as he sends his wiry, wolf-trained body to get to it's favorite occupation: pillaging the herds then going after women. Woo. Teeth gleam under deadly sunlight as they latch into the soft flesh of a throat, ripping it neatly from the 'beast as the body falls, still with a feeble movement as he proceeds to flay it with his claws. Playtime.

Druseth> Dsalth isn't truly interested in Cadgwith, apart from the fact she glows and therefore she must be chased. Even if she is a big monsterous raging thing. Giving her a wide berth, he clumsily rakes claws down a passing herdbeasts back, bringing the wailing creature towards his maw *snap*. Suckling sounds aside, the brown turns his gaze on Cadgwith, ignoring the other competitors around him.

Geko grimaces, "Sharding wherryhead, telling me to have fun while he goes and enjoy myself while he does..." Geko mutters, taking up vigil in the corner. "Think you can pass around some of that wine, Py?" One way to enjoy it.

Druseth> Cadgwith continues to ignore her suitors in favour of her prey. She puts up a good wailing however, one that must be rousting the laziest of stayabeds from their cots. It's scattered the wits of the herd certainly, and she cuts down several more beasts in quick succession. And with ever drop of blood that goes down her throat, her glow increases.

P'rru doesn't need to rely on anyone else's wine. He has his own. "Oh Sua, sua wish you didn't have to see me like this.." he laments, pulling a little hipflask from his pocket and slowing unstoppering the lid. "It's not going to be pretty" His voice cracks suddenly and with wide eyes the grumpy brownrider takes a swig from the bottle,and leans his head back against the wall.

Lylia thinks Py's sexy. She's not as sexy as Quara, or Lis, or N'sync, or Auri, or.... Oh. Yeah. Py's still sexy. Very. Mroooowl. Lylia flops onto the ground, legs neatly folding as she tilts her eyebrows. "There probably is. Should try some experimentation to discover it." Fun experimentation. Her kind of experimentation. Woo.

Pyrene tilts her head to one side, regarding Geko distantly. "Mmm... here, have it," she murmurs, giving up on drinking. As she passes the skin on, her eyes begin to flash brighter, and she regards them all with a low chuckle. Around this the moment, the glows start faltering. Looks like somebody forgot to replace them. Things are going to be getting pretty eerie around here.

Sua mumbles curses from the shadows, taking long swings from her own skin as she simply drops down into a hopefully well drunk state. She'll need it, after all.. "See you like what?" She responds to the older brownrider, blinking over his way from her own little spot, only to return her eyes over at Pyrene. She is going to have to hurt that brown lifemate of hers... Or rather, simply cut off something important to prevent him from chasing anymore.

Druseth> Backstreeth sends a mental 'tsking' toward Cadgwith as he drinks deeply. Screeching like that will ruin a girl's voice before the big show. That herdbeast finished, he selects another and stretches again, subtly warming cold muscles as his wings snap out, then shut again. Almost time... he can feel it.

Druseth> It's bright sunlight in the pens, but Cadgelight is brighter yet. Her gold offset by streaks of scarlet across claws and muzzle, the queen suddenly raises her face to the sky.... and the rest of her follows in short order. The time is now. And although she doesn't look at her suitors, her neck arches in eventual acknowledgement of their presence.

Druseth> Cadgwith leaps up Up UP into the air.

P'rru yelps as the glows falter. "This just gets better and better!" he mumbles before switching eyes towards Sua, even though they don't seem to be totally focused. "Sua, your too young, little pet.." He clamps his eyes shut then, another shudder shaking.

Druseth> Backstreeth leaps up Up UP into the air.
Druseth> Dsalth leaps up Up UP into the air.

Druseth> Druseth ignores Cadgwith in favor of his Tasty Bitesized Morsels, so it's all even, right? With the current snack mangled beyond recognition, he leaves a trail of bloody footprints, taking to the skies with the drip-drip-drip of crimson trailing off his claws and muzzle, etching watery patterns down his neck and paws. Darkness once more looms overhead as his shadow passes over the herd, a young 'beast his latest victim. Slash. Victory. Another head ripped off and serving as a trophy, a moment of indulgence among brooding days. His happiness is found here, and he drinks it as a dying man. Woo. Tasty, too. The finest of liquors.

Druseth> Skeseth leaps up Up UP into the air.

Druseth> Up up up! Wings beat to lift you up out of the dusty pens.
Druseth> Above the Feeding Pens
Druseth> Wayward breezes carry the mixed scent of herdbeast and wherry from below, occasionally fusing with the salty odor of the ocean from afar. Spires overlook and shadow the pens below, often blanketing the scythed, claw-cut ledges used for feeding. Thermals, unusually steady for this area, keep that scent aloft and ever-present, growing stronger as they descend to the feeding grounds below.
Druseth>   It is a summer noon.
Druseth> Gliding around is Noegip.
Druseth> Obvious exits:
Druseth> Up     Pens     Weyrling Air     Above the Lake     Above the Bowl     Ledges

Druseth> So you go up, up, and up somemore, spiralling past ledges and Star Stones and up past the very Spindles themselves.
Druseth> Above High Reaches
Druseth> Quite, quite high, nothing braves these heights but stone and dragon and cloud; the Star Stones jut dutifully above the Weyr proper, flayed by the mountain winds that are consistant at this altitude whilst the rest spreads below, protected by its crown of jagged stone spires'-teeth.
Druseth>   It is a summer noon.
Druseth> Gliding around is Backstreeth.
Druseth> Bronze Cairhoth, green Zizth, gold Cadgwith, Brown Dsalth, and brown Skeseth are here.
Druseth> Obvious exits:
Druseth> Weyr     Over The Mountains     Star Stones     Weyrling Air

Druseth> Revnath shoots up from the dusty pens.

Druseth> Dsalth wasn't last! He wasn't last! Ha. Sure showed those dragonets eh? The junkyard brown pushes those blazer wings harder, panting with the first effort it takes to heave through the clouds and blustery winds between down and up here, throat already taking up a continual purr of an engine.

Druseth> Zizth drops lower into the Weyr's caldera.

N'sync had his own wine, too. Then he gave it to Pyrene, who seems to have given it to Geko. A frown mars the boyish good looks for a moment as he stares at the wine's progress forlornly. Oh, the horror. A smile appears again, however, as the glows flicker, and he flashes a grin toward the female populace in general - this one directed rather in Lylia's direction. After all - any girl is good. "Better have a word with those drudges, hmmm?" he questions.

Druseth> Skeseth rumbles warmly, having enjoyed the blooding and the sacrifice that the animals had gone through for this flight. And look, he is pumping with the liquid and ready and already up in the skies after the glowing gold. He's swimming through the sky, rising higher and higher and higher before her levels off to give his wings a rest, straightening his destination straight towards Cadgwith. Think he has a chance? Well, who wouldn't like a brown like him after all? Even if it will be strange...

Pyrene laughs again, eyes staring around at the encroaching shadows. Atmospheric, neh? One of the glowbaskets has given out altogether and the others are growing weaker. She crouches for a moment, then changes her mind and rises, her back sliding up the wall, with a soft hissing of fabric against rock. Well, you know what they say about how other senses growing sharper when you lose your sight. Right now the soft footfalls as Pyrene steals through the room are more clearly heard than her slight form is seen.

Druseth> Druseth is a little slow. So what? With his mangled corpses littering the pens, he had to pay a moment of victory, a bit of feral indulgence among brooding days. With dark, sun-touched wings snapping sharply, he gives a low rumble, which rises in tone to a devilish growl. Dark things, ancient things, things with false faces of angels hint in his red-swirling stare. Crimson that so nicely color-coordinates with the lines of 'beast blood trailing down his neck, across his chest. Nummy. He'll lick it off later. For now, there's a chase.

Sua scrunches up her nose, wrinkling her forehead, and glares towards P'rru. "Too young? 'M not too young for 'nything." Though she is enjoying the darkness that is coming to the ground weyr, glancing around in the fading light to those riders with lifemates chasing after that same gold dragon. She'll just stay there, on the ground, with her wine as company.

Druseth> Revnath was pretty much last up, wasn't he? How shameful, to consider blood better than Cadgwith, when it's obvious that the two can only go together. He struggles to make up for the error in judgement, dodging another brown who thought it might be nice to take Revnath's place in the trailing path of the flight, and passing another, smaller competitor.

Druseth> Cadgwith arcs in midflight, diving into an imagined shadow and changing course to come out of it at a tangent. One might think she was trying to mimic a greenflight with her course, and it's one that gives brown dragons an advantage over her perhaps... but there is no denying that she carried the aerobatics off with flair. She'll make those browns look clumsy! Can they really play partner in /her/ dance?

P'rru gropes in the darkness, after a little tinkering skittling sound is heard across the floor. Of the lid to his hipflask falling away. So the brownrider grunts, on his hands and knees, feeling around on the ground for it, the sounds of occaisonal swallows of liquor heard. "Dsalth, dsalth, anyone but Cadgwith..." So Purr's at the pleading stage. The stage of denial. Where he thinks his dragon is listening too him. Idiot.

"Huh." Look. A trundlebug. Lylia's eyes suddenly light up at the little flicker of movement, gaze frozen as she watches it move slowly across the floor. She'll be entertained for awhile, yes. Every bit of movement, every breath is suddenly too /loud/ for her poor, hungover ears. Alas, alack.

Druseth> Dsalth dodges Skeseth. That dragon creeps him out. Probably more than Druseth does. But not more than Miravith does. No way. Light catches his flanks, making them appear more sorrel than khaki, a hint of red, that's swept away, the anchor of his tail flailing. Still behind, still behind. But Cadge! You've never danced till you've danced with someone old enough to be your grandsire.

Geko snortles over the skin, but the wine couldn't possibly have gone to her head already - she's only taken a swig or five. "Looooosing," she murmurs mournfully, "Stop it..."

Pyrene homes in on the sound of pleading. Somebody's vulnerable. Fingers caress whatever part of P'rru comes to hand first--and well, he /is/ on his hands and knees. It's not in bad shape for a man of his age either. She moves on though, and a trundelbug is squished beneath her foot as she seeks the author of 'Huh' in vain. The last glow goes out and somebody's too good at hiding in the shadows. Tsking, she tries for mournful murmuring instead. There's somebody over /there/.

Druseth> A greenflight? Mimicking a /greenfligt/? Even with ancient, animalistic instincts surging in his veins and making pretty, bloodstained ideas appear in his mind, Druseth still has the chivalrous mindset that such a thing would /never/ cross his mind. Nope. Though he might be thinking that Cadge has a much more /luscious/ tail than some of the greens, but none of this flight comparison. Never. With a smirking snarl, the demon takes the angel down, silver grace turning into something else as he dives upwards, wings flattening out from their sharp flurry. He'll not try any of those acrobatics. Just up and over and around, that's as far as he'll try to make his muscles go. Flexibility is for blues, he'll go for hunky avenger.

Druseth> Calling Skeseth clumsy? You can expect much from such a bony dragon, and yet a dance is something completely new to him. And clumsy is the way to put him, so he'd rather just fight his way through. Tail is used as a whip, and teeth are used as... teeth. Let's see who will pass him, now, as he dives down a moment and slowly comes back up, snapping towards whatever dragon might come be close to him before he continues his course. And he never allows that Cadgwith to get out of his sight, either.

"Nooooo!" Squeak! Terror! Pain! Agony! Lylia falls back on the ground in a frenzy of limbs, eyes mournful. "Trundie!" ....Yes, Ly's a freak. With a curled lip, the brownrider draws her knees up close, glowering at Pyrene with all the Dru-instilled darkness and eviiil that the girl can call upon. "I should bite you." With her fangs, which she apparently believes she has. She passes her tongue over her teeth. Raaawr. Maybe a little Pyrene-blood would be tasty. A faint thought from Druseth with crimson undertones makes it seem so.

Druseth> Cadgwith banks with astonishing speed, ducking aside from Druseth at the last moment. Of course, with her bulk, she can't pull out of a manoeuvre like that, but she's too sensible to try, allowing herself to plummet several hundred feet before angling gently out onto a level plane again, some distance below her pursuers. Flights don't have to be /up/, and all good dances should have the lady dip.

P'rru yelps again as a hand swipes over his rear, and he thumps down to sit on it, protecting it from wandering hands or kicking feet, leaving the stopper abandoned. "You are too young, Sua. Much tooo young!" P'rru, now mildly tipsy, and leering through the darkness at any moment he thinks may be Pyrene, argues at the one he searched, the one he wagered on. Rupa. "Dsalth didn't you heare me? No!" That's it. Flights are just enough to send him over that fine line called sanity. "Pyrene. Tell Sua she's too young".

Druseth> Revnath is late, again, to react to this change in the flight's pattern, shooting up out of the other, crowding, unworthy dragons, behind him as they are, before he realizes the aerobatic nature of the flight. A draconic blink accompanies the impression that this isn't regulation for a gold flight. Not right, not right! Tilt! It's an acrobatic act just rejoining the more attentive browns curving upwards and around him.

Darkness? Oh, Sua is really enjoying this flight at least. She's safe when it's dark, and simply keeps her back to the wall. She is protected there, after all. "'M not young at all, P'rru," she mumbles, words slurred softly as she continues to finish off the skin. Drunkness, that's what she loves after all... And yet the flight is also taking control of her, and P'rru's words are just some mumbled words out there.

Druseth> Dsalth can't manouver like the younger boys. But, remember, he's the littlest of the lot and uses that to his advantage, wings clipped, no poetry spouted. Just a musky voice crooning through the clouds, a fog pluming around him like puffy cloudlets caught on his headknobs. Purty. Nevermind. Down, down, down. No professional spirals here, just a heavy drop, and a snap as wingspars finally catch on and stop his descent, a length or so below the gold. Nice view.

Druseth> Wait... /down/? Where's the fun in that? Up is where the sky crests, where the stars are, where the darkness hides during the dreary, dreary sunlit hours... Down? That's not fun. But Druseth still has to obey, another growl slipping from his throat as his move is thwarted. He immediately turns, tailtip swinging out as he throws out his Turn-battered wings. Down, then! And the downward spiral helps force the bloodtrails further across his body, war-paint in freakish patterns.

"Too /young/?" Pyrene wonders from some non-specific location. "She needs educating then..." Her voice breaks off into a giggle which comes from lower to the ground as if she's suddenly dropped to her knees. Then her footsteps begin again, as she paces the length of the room with little heed for the fact that she can't see it. A tinny grate against the stone and an intake of breath suggests that, if nothing else, she's found the lid to P'rru's hipflask.

Geko is cool, perfectly cool, in her corner, with hooded eyes regarding the darkness. At least until the outburst, "No!!! The other way, the other way! Down, down!" Getting a bit more into this flight than she'd meant to perhaps, but it's all for the competition, anyways, one can tell herself. Not like all those dirty people out there who'd mess up Geko's delicate sentiments should she really be aware of what they were doing.

Druseth> Skeseth is trying his best to follow that gold, twisting his body here, slithering over there, and simply quits following as soon as she heads /down/. Alright, you got him, he'll just wait her out now. Actually, he'll just try to get right over her, and that'll give him a better chance at a catch anyways. Tail snaps loudly, cracking through the skies as he takes a sharp turn, glaring over his competitors before looking back after the gold. The goal.

Druseth> Cadgwith flares her wing and puts her muscle to good use now, pumping herself higher in an attempt to outpace the browns clustering about her. They'll get a nicer view of her... that of her tail. But the call of the winds still taunts her into aerobatics better suited to a smaller dragon, and while the bronzes are tangling themselves into knots, the browns are getting closer still.

Druseth> But, down is away from the sun, Revnath's love who is only surpassed by Cadgwith. A much more steady girlfriend, too. Down down down. Or was that up, in a flash of seaweed-tinted gold? An abrupt shift of course brings Revnath back into the traditional Brown high, Gold higher sort of flight that's proper.

P'rru just buries his head in his hands, breath long and ragged "Must not look at Pyrene, must not look at Pyrene" his eyes flick up, and he even leers at Geko, yelps and scroonches his eyes shut "Must not look at the girls. Must -not- look at the girls!" yeah yeah yeah.

Sua frowns, though it really can't be seen in the darkness. "Educating?" Why does she get the feeling that it is bad? Of course it is... She was a good little Apprentice back in the Craft, after all. And still likes to ack that way! A soft chuckle escapes her, the old thoughts being pushed out of her mind. So P'rru just sounds rather odd to her. He's quite an old man after all, and acting the way he is is just amusing.

Druseth> Dsalth barrel rolls over a bronze who threatens to take up his air space, his position, tail reaching out behind to fap the brazen thing on the nose, and then dart, if old librarians can dart, up higher on wingbeats steady and regular- a one two three, flap! a one two, three, flap!

Geko prolly wouldn't appreciate getting leered at. Good thing she's too busy giving herself, or was it Revnath, the proper directions to actually managing to catch Cadge, to notice. The poor brown is bumbling at it badly without her expert help. Or was it with her expert help? Or maybe it's the alcohol talking.

Druseth> Druseth is practically purring at the new view, vampire's lust and dark-hearted desires rising above the daily gentlemanly reason and chivalry. That all can be thrown to the wind, for the eviiiiil things. Tail flicking and wings flared, the brown's slinking body twists in a weird mix of sensuality, power, and freakish abstract art. Raaawr. Gold's reflected in his eyes, scorching daylight burning against him as he gives a sharp beat to his wing, matching his pulse. Up, yeaaah. That he can do, no acrobatics. Just... up.

The footfalls are irregular now, as if Pyrene's limping (her sandals aren't proof against flask-lids apparently). She steered towards the conversation between Sua and P'rru, a sinuous shadow creeping closer to the pair. "Why mustn't you look at me?" she asks throatily. She probably should have kept that wine after all. Didn't Geko have it last?

"I'm keeping it, too!" Geko responds to the wine-related query.

Druseth> Skeseth lets out one long and audible hiss, almost as loud as that next snap of his tail towards a fellow brown, attempting to get that competition out from this race. It's the only way, after all. Ooh, and what has he here now? The new sight of the gold causing him to falter, dip his wings down and spill the air out as he tries to level himself closer, his pointed muzzle set at a straight line for the glowing Cadgwith. If only he can get rid of all those other browns. Who really cares about bronzes. It's not like they can do much..

P'rru suddenly stands up, blinking at Pyrene, dry lips licked. "Because, Pyrene...because" is his answer, hip flask thrust out towards the weyrwoman. He told you this wouldn't be pretty Sua. And it's definately not pretty the way his eyes languidly survey Py and then slide over to Sua and leeeeeeeeer. Egads!

Druseth> Revnath ripples deliciously, perfect, perfect. He can actually see the gigantic form of Cadgwith above him, gorgeous in sunlight. Of course, the matter of the other competitors between he and her is a problem, but not one that can't be easily solved by swinging to the outskirts. Swing.

Druseth> Cadgwith finally gains some height on her chasers, and promptly throws her lead away in an ill-conceived loop. She intended to slide across and just above her pursuers. She can't pull a loop that tight though, and flies straight into the centre of the pack. Quite suddenly, this damsel has become ripe for the plucking. Question is, who will get to her and who will just get tangled up in the mass?

Not pretty at all. Sua's amber eyes widen, and she sinks back against the shadows, almost diving into the darkness with her lovely little empty skin. "Purr, don' look a' me 'ike t'aaat." That said, she simply attempts to crawl over a few, keeping her eyes on the weyrwoman and the brownrider still.

Lylia is ignoring the wine. Safer. Much safer, now that she blankly glowers at Pyrene, teeth bared. Raawr. Bug-killer. She'll sit and wait. Raawr.

Pyrene paces outward, in quest of Geko and the wine. She's thirsty... She also can't see where she's going, but she's got a fair idea of where Geko is. No idea about anybody else, unfortunately.

Druseth> Dsalth careens headlong into a bronze-butt. A bronze that was following Cadgwith's clumsy loop efficently..until Dsalth's muzzle rammed into his flanks. Oof. There's a raucus cry of angry dragons, talons glint, and the pair brawl as they tumble, sounds of thick leather whacking as tails become the weapon in an all-in-all slap-fight.

"That way! Stupid, stupid! Not the way the lead bronze is going, where's Cadge?" Geko shouts into the wineskine, midway between slurps.

Druseth> Such a pretty little thing. All shiny and decked out, but fallen from royalty to the peasants. And so what if it's the local outcast, the dark-heart and gentlemen of scoundrels that should come forth? A shadow sliding through the winds, tracing just so... Snark! Wings snap, bones creak, and with a sudden trill of feral amusement, Druseth sees the prey come in his direction. The trap falls. Wings and neck and limbs all reach out at once, a brown frenzy of hunger. 'Cause she's the yummiest hunk o' lady in the land. A nice midnight snack... Raaawr.

P'rru can't help it. He takes a few jagged steps towards Sua, a greedy look on his face. But Dsalth above them all falters, and he crumples into a seedy tumble on the ground, head grasped, a sigh rattled. "By the first egg..sharding lughead!"

Druseth> Skeseth keeps his eyes locked, and his wings beat steadily even as he falters some more. So the young brown is getting tired, but he isn't going to loose like that! The queen's movements are taken into focus, giving quite a bugle of surprise as she is suddenly in the middle of all his competitors. Even himself? Brown twists his body, puts his teeth and tail to use, and clashes into a fellow dragon before skipping off. He's not going to waste time and shed blood in the presence of such a gold. And so limbs stretch out, eyes search, and wings pump and talons lifted. He'll fight through the others if he has to, after all..

Druseth> Revnath is just swinging right out to the edges so he can have a little free airspace, when swift movement nearby grabs his attention. It's her, it's her! She's utterly failed to keep with the female on top pattern, but it's her none the less. He turns to pursue her. Only to find his way blocked by the very same bronzes and browns he'd been attempting to bypass, effectively preventing even a glimpse of the gold. Oops.

Druseth> Cadgwith arches back, fighting to get free of her sudden prison, but Druseth's grip is fast and with a sudden last cry, the gold gives herself over to her prince of the night. Even if it is broad daylight... Dru seems to carry darkness about with him.

Geko's face falls, not that anyone can see it in the dim light. "Sharding idjit wherryhead. Shortcuts never, ever work. Except when they do. At least I get to keep the wine." Beam.

Great. Lylia got /Py/. Why does everyone else get the cool riders, and Ly ends up with /Py/?

Pyrene is waylaid in her quest for Geko. She fell over Lylia and... didn't get up again. At this point, it's perhaps a very good thiing that the lights are out judging by the sounds that can now be heard.

Mrooooooowl.

P'rru doesn't like the sound of that. Literally. While N'sync may stay to watch, the prude returns if haggardly, and he half crawls, half drags himself out of the groundweyrs, concern now overrunning embarassment. "Dsalth dsalth, don't slap him! He's twice your size!" Trust his dragon to slap not bite or tear like normal dragons would.

P'rru goes home.

Druseth> Mmmmm. Druseth's teeth flash, and he wraps himself around his Adorable Innocent Fluffy Little Cadge like bad wrapping paper. Rawr. His. And... down they go. Woo.

Skeseth lost? Sua can celebrate? Of course not... Sua has to settle with some consequences by now... And first of all, she might just want to crawl out of that weyr before she gets into anything else. That'll just be wrong.

Sua leaves healers' enclave for the central bowl.

Druseth> Dsalth doesn't care who's won. He's busy slapping the bejesus out of that big tough bronze. Let's take it outside, huh? Huh?

And in that darkness, it sounds like Lylia's proposing her eternal love to the Most Wonderful Woman That is Pyrene. Let's all worship Py. Yes.

Druseth> Dsalth drops lower into the Weyr's caldera.

Druseth> Cadgwith isn't exactly Auri, but she permits herself to be wrapped. And taken down.

Druseth> Skeseth will have that brown Druseth imprinted into his mind... He'll make sure that the brown gets what he deserves, after all. But right now, he'll settle to just head bad home and plot evil things on those dragons that defeated him in flights.

Druseth> Skeseth goes home.

Geko mmms, as she swigs the wine once more, sloppily, albeit. "Hah, that was fun after all. Yes, yes, too bad he didn't win." With a glance at Py, "Of course, it's probably not such a bad thing he didn't." Maybe Py will be too distracted to notice such a comment as would be likely to lose Geko brownie points.

Geko leaves healers' enclave for the central bowl.

Pyrene accepts all proposals readily for a good long time, but eventually things calm down a little, and peering at Lylia through the shadows she suddenly breaks down into helpless laughter.

"What's so funny?" Sulk. What? What'd she do? Of course, Lylia's still trying to ignore the fact that's it's /Py/... and way too /much/ of Py...

Pix comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.
Pix squeakums.

Pyrene giggles again, lighter and gentler now. "This... oh nothing /you/ did... just... us. Remember the last time we shared a room? This wasn't quite what I was envisioning back then." She doesn't worry about covering up or anything. They're all girls here after all.

Auri comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.

Lylia smirks. Broadly. Lolling her arms out, she just gives a fluttering little stare. "Really? C'mon. Sexy people like us. Oh, you /know/ you envisioned. I know your evil, evil mind." 'Cause who doesn't want Ly's sexy bod? Mrooooowl. ...Yeah, stop laughing, you freaks.

Auri walks in, whistling a merry tune. "Isn't this smart, Tirone?" she says to the firelizard on her shoulder. "We're taking a shortcu-...err...Eek! Py! Ly! Eek!" The girl covers her virgin eyes and runs traumatized out of the room.

Auri leaves healers' enclave for the central bowl.

Pyrene watches Auri's brief entrance and goes into further convulsions of laughter. "Well, no... Although this is certainly easier than some outcomes." Not all... there are several people Pyrene would rather wake up next to. "Think Quara will be jealous?" she asks, half-hopefully. The troublemaker in her would find that amusing, and the woman in her would find it flattering.

"Um." Blink. Stare. Choke. "I think we killed Auri." There might be a frightened to death, pink little corpse out in the bowl... Oh well. The brownrider gives a shrug of her bare shoulders. Meh. "Hey, 'least Cadge got the best, y'know." Better than, say, incest. Maybe. "Jealous?" Uh-oh. A flitter of worry crosses her face before it fades out. "Nah. Not Quara. I hope not. If she does, I can tell her to sleep with you and make it even." Py won't complain, right?

Pyrene rolls her eyes. "I've got to draw the line somewhere... Unless Sakuruth manages to catch Cadge," a shudder at the thought, "then, no.  You'll just have to remain the only one out of our candidate class that I've slept with." Pause. "I think... Was J'firet in our Search?" Gathering the sheets around her, the goldrider sits up and studies her friend, grinning oddly. "Thanks though, Ly. It was a nice flight... I take it you'll be around for the clutch as well? Druseth's going to be a father y'know."

"Hey!" Ly's proud of her weyrmate, y'know. Sulk. "Sakuruth could catch Cadge. I think." Of course, if any blue would, it would be Trydanth... "Really? I'm the only one?" Those eyes light up, all proud and... special-like. "Not even Lis? Everyone's slept with Lis." Rite of passage, in a way. Aly goes up that much, in the end. "Verrrrry nice." Purr. But she gives a little nod, a tiny smirk rising on her face. "Ohhhh, I will be. I'll fetch you drinks while you're on the sands, if you want. Druseth'll probably make me. The dear's the protective sort, knowing him he'll be doting... A father." And it settles in. Ly's gonna be a grandma? Ack!

"Oh, definitely not with Lis," Pyrene puts paid to that rumour. "Although she did give birth in my bed..." Strange, but true. She giggles yet again at the expression on Ly's face. "Bring me drinks and I'll love you forever. But yes... a father. Dru-kids flitting about the weyr and plaguing you weyrlingmasters. Mind you don't give them any favouritism... Now roll over, I want to go to sleep." She's entitled to an extra nap when Cadge goes up, and she's damned if she's not going to take it.

"Dru-kids will be the /best/ weyrlings ever. The Cadgelings don't seem to be as bad as the rest, so with Druseth's blood in 'em..." They'll be innocent and fluffy? Yes, Lylia hallucinates. Sticking out her tongue, Ly flopsback, sulking. Sure, a nap's a good idea. But still. "Fine. Go to sleep. Whatever."
 

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