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10/10/99 1:42:38 PM

The Second Ysbryth & Cairhoth Flight!!!
(This one is a leadership Flight, rather than for a PC clutch)

Areiah
Despite the ineffable softness of youth still lingering in her supple form and shy, quiet bearing, Areiah is quite obviously one no longer considered a girl, but rather a young woman. Lustrous onyx waves have been let down, falling to much resemble a waterfall in loose waves down her back, stopping only as they reach the calves of sculpted legs. Her generally artistic features are only enhanced by these wayward locks, the twin sapphire pools that carefully observe much of the world around her made even more dramatic against her lightly tanned skin. Subtly pronounced cheekbones and a button nose sit above full, naturally pouty lips, the innocence of childhood becoming less and less evident by way of her appearance.

The smooth touch of leather caresses every inch of Areiah's petite frame in a lithesome second skin, blatantly revealing all that it strives to conceal. Supple hide, dyed a dark cobalt blue, shimmers with a barely perceptible pattern of inlayed silver. In sharp contrast to the pristinely pale hint of bared neck, the jacket fastens tightly over her torso, stretched taut over the gentle curve of breast and shoulder. Glimmers of silver blend seamlessly down into trousers that flow over her legs like a sheath, accentuating the subtle arch of strong, svelte thighs. Dark blue hide stretches down to kiss the bend of her leg invitingly, only to be swallowed by lustrous knee high boots, embracing the soft swell of calf and heel.
Areiah is 21 Turns, 8 months, and 9 days old.

Rade
Cornsilk-gold made with soft ringlets and curls, cut short, dances around her pointy face like the moon among stars, showing a sparkle of blue-grey eyes from under. Features by themselves look pale, perhaps even plain with her ridgedly large nose, midden shaped eyes, and rounded out lips -- but with Rade's strange moods, they contort into a million different things; from total ugliness to almost ethereal beauty in seconds, though she really is neither. Curves not found 'pon tall, skinny girl; her only weight from dozens of muscles adding up over frame like wildfire. Two miniature roses glitter of silver and painted glass from her earlobes.

Expert hands have harvested moon's wan gold to dye these leathers, catching the glow of gibbous light like an afterthought - or a promise. Amber washes the cured leather in loose waves, palest about the toggled collar and fur-lined cuffs, and turning to dark, solid gold only about the bottom edges of calf-length jacket. Sickle-shaped moons of 'Reaches blue and black loop into sturdy thongs, across button-down, double-threaded front and across sleeve's tri-cut circles. The well-padded trous are the same night-dreamt hue as Azrieth's sepia-brown hide, and the same warm hues burst up along one arm and scatter like stars across the back of the jacket. Excessive protection of leather's sky-blue wool not only lurks like laughter under the gold, but smooths out some of the Rider's narrow angles as well.
Rade is 20 Turns, 7 months, and 26 days old.

Drystasia
Thick hair, tinted a dull auburn, slips just below the shoulders of this plump little woman. Chubby arms extend from an equally chubby body, her exceptionally short height only making her seem even bigger. The stubby legs that hold her up cause somewhat of a waddle when she walks. Despite her overall large body and short height, she actually carries the weight fairly well, and could evn be considered pretty because of it. Between two chubby cheek, which are lightly dusted with freckles, rests a pert little nose. Below, two thin red lines making up her lips, and above, close-set blue eyes.
Drystasia is 31 Turns, 1 month, and 3 days old.

MOO Time: 1999-10-10 14:10
And on Pern ...
The time is 14:10.
It is afternoon of the sixty-fourth day of summer.
It is the twentieth Turn of the Tenth Pass.
It is a summer afternoon.

Cairhoth gives you proper time to be impressed with his well-oiled hide and then shifts a large, amber-dipped paw to be of assistance. You step forward and grasp blue-dyed loops on straps to clamber to the top. There, you settle into the appropriate space between fire-streaked neckridges. One thing's for sure: there's plenty of room, and quite a view!

You fly to the air above the Central Bowl. You land in the Central Bowl.
Central Bowl
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 Majicke, Zhaneel, Trellis, Kya, Gunwalloe, and Harme.
Green Niraneth, bronze Dhavalth, gold Ysbryth, brown Azrieth, and bronze Cairhoth are here.
Areiah, Rade, and Drystasia are here.
Obvious exits:
Pens Northern Bowl Caverns Ground Weyrs Lakeside

Cairhoth lowers himself almost surprisingly smoothly to make dismounting easier. With one quick look at the still-considerable distance left between you and the ground, you begin to slide -- carefully -- down his smooth hide, landing at last firmly on the ground with the feel of Cairhoth's even breathing at your side.

Rade giddily grins; placing herself only more so beside Areiah. " Mmm, oh, you're too modest. That cut flatters you completely!" Broad smile laces her lips, while a certain burnt brown dragon gives some sugary sweet glances in a certain gold dragon's direction. Mrrrow.

Cairhoth senses Ysbryth slips, eddies, golden buttermilk through the darkness: soft, tentative, yet sure. << Cairhoth? >> A hint of jasmine and spice, with the name, deep and rich and resonating. << It's warm. >> Said as if that in itself should give hints. to him.

Sorana appears from the dust-filled pens.

Cairhoth thinks to you, << I bespoke Ysbryth with: Cairhoth ribbons a firmer streak of slick rainbows, bronze the underlying color. <<It is.>> More than a hint, deep mindscent of wine fermentation, only lightly laced with berry's more tart wisps, encompasses all. <<As once it was before>> And again it shall be? to her. >>

Areiah makes an attempt - again, vain - to hide from such things. Compliments. Hmph. "I.. well.." Grace under fire, indeed. Hands wring 'round themselves and become her momentary focus of attention, before: "Thank you. And.. oh, yes, well met, Drystasia. I think it is hot, Rade. The weather, that is." If the long hair is good for anything, it's hiding behind, and the already-petite rider makes herself smaller 'gainst the wall of the bowl.

Rade notices that T'lendel - or Cairhoth - landed in the bowl. It's rather hard to not notice a bronze; how could she not notice them. " T'lendel, honey. Isn't Areiah fabulous, wonderful, beautiful?" Drystasia, being rather ignored by Rade, finally gets a comment thrown at her, " What's you're name again, dear? I know, it is hot, isn't it, Areiah?" She just asked her that, but her can't expect a girl influenced by her horny brown dragon to have any brains.

Alfi steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Sorana looks behind her at the new figure. "Hi Alfi..."

Cairhoth senses Ysbryth takes some curious comfort in such colors, and laces a fine webbing of spun sunshine 'round it, warm and soft. << Indeed. Very soon. It will be all right? Areiah worries so. >> An image, foggy, but there; golden curls, cherub cheeks - Nuff! Recovering in a niche in the weyr, somewhere. The image is chased off by twirls of lilac and cedar 'fore given the chance to clear, however, and she settles. Close. to him.

Alfi waves her hand very quickly. "Hiya!" Yes, she's as hyper as any weyrbrat today!

Cairhoth makes his belated, but not unimpressive, entrance, gliding down to the bowl from weyrs above. Long wings spread, slowing, and settle easily at his side on reaching dusty ground. T'lendel dismounts with an unreadable expression, taking his time in joining Rade and 'Reia. Yet bronzerider's greetings are clear, and warm, "Rade. Areiah. So good to see you both." And his head tilts to the side a shade, as if examining said goldrider, before finally he grins, "But isn't she always?" The others, he does not ignore, precisely -- he just doesn't pause to greet them with more than a slight nod here, smile there.

Alfi waves to T'lendel and his bronze, just as excitedly.

Drystasia doesn't seem to be that phased at all by the small amount of attention she's recieving. In fact, it almost looks as if she's enjoying just being able to sit there and listen. Settled down not too far from the riders, she nods once again to Rade. "The name's Drystasia," she replies a bit louder this time, if only to get the name to stick in the brownrider's memory with any luck.

Sorana grins at Alfi. "What, you have too much klah? You're acting like Auri acted last night!" she says, rolling her eyes in rememberance of the "dancing" and wine...oy.

Alfi grins, not sure if she's being addressed or not. "H'llo, Drystasia. I'm Alfi."
Alfi turns back to Sorana. "Auri? I'm THAT hyper? Wow!...Yeah, too much klah..."

Rade offers the odd glance at Alfi, pale blue eyes narrowed. " Good morning - afternoon - what time is it right now, T'lendel? And how are you?" Rade's memory is pried open with the stick of Drystasia's name, " Well, that's a pretty weird name, y'know. If anyone makes fun of y'all, just tell ol' Rade here and I'll scrape 'em up good. Y'know? Hey, and you're a pretty little chick, aren'tchya?"

Mayina walks in.
Faye walks in.
Aylana walks in.

Cairhoth thinks to you, << I bespoke Ysbryth with: Cairhoth offers steadfast browns, just bordered with a more golden filigree. He caught that hint of worry, of course. The whisper of a thought, truly as blurred as previous image, reassures <<She rests, regains health. But you and yours, now, will lead.>> A simple fact. And then the colors flush into hues of more vibrant splendor. That of thrill, excitement. to her. >>

Sorana swivels and looks at Rade, thinking, "oh my." She turns back to Alfi and nods. "I thought so..." she makes a face. "and Lylia is nearly as bad when she's had wine...but that's no matter.." she says, smiling.

Mosfet blinks in from ::Between!:: with a squeak, ready to investigate anything and everything.
Strawberry flourishes in from ::between::!
Goldean walks in.
Anely steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Marron steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Gem comes in from *between* ready to chatter and chase males.
Beldara blinks in from ::between::!

Rumblings of passion alight and rumble - a storm - deep in the chasm of Azrieth's throat; hoarsy yet violent yet sweet. Delicately, her flutters the soft membrane of his wings, sending butterfly patterns of the shadows gracing his slim figure.

Mosfet turns as the green blinks in, then squeals in horror and glides doubletime toward the caverns. AAAH! Psychogreen returns!

Areiah watches the milling people with wide, almost surprised eyes, but tucked into the back of the crowd, she's safe. Riight. "Ah.. Rade? Do you.. I mean, I don't suppose you could.. could move just a little, please?" Giving up that safe spot for the /heat/. "I need some air, I think." And carefully, she rises to her feet. 'cross the bowl, her 'mate mimics, rising, shifting - making her way towards the pens. It's time.

Sorana releases Oren, who launches into the air.
Gem doesn't seem to understand. Browns flee from her? She's hurt. That was a stab through the heart.

Ysbryth lopes to the Pens.

Above, bronze Secesrith blinks in from between with a powerful snap of his glistening wings.
Gem flutters, doing her best to make sure the attention stays on her, to the Pens.

T'lendel chuckles, "Afternoon it is, Rade -- though not long into it." He seems a bit distracted himself, glancing towards bronze lifemate, and back again. Cairhoth, for his part, seems to be waiting something -- tail flicking here, wings shifting there. And then he spots the awaited movement, and follows Ysbryth towards the pens.

Cairhoth> You go to the Pens.
Cairhoth> Pens
Cairhoth> 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.
Cairhoth> It is a summer afternoon.
Cairhoth> Squabbling over leftovers is Gem.
Cairhoth> Gold Ysbryth is here.
Cairhoth> You see Herd of Herdbeasts, Kukalaka, and Skan here.
Cairhoth> Obvious exits:
Cairhoth> Stables Barn Training Grounds Central Bowl
Beach Flight

Cairhoth lifts each forepaw grandly, setting it down just the slightest bit off stride, then lopes forward with his hind legs to settle large paws alternatingly close together and far apart in his own showy trot-shuffle as he walks to the Pens.

Mosfet glides to the Pens.
Alfi walks to the Pens.

Now Rade's word do get a slightly startled look, but Drystasia just quickly smiles. "Oh, thank you very much, Rade." Then she goes silent again, feeling almost awkward in the presence of the proddy riders. This is one thing she didn't expect to see on her first outing to meet.

Oren glides to the Pens.
Cairhoth> Secesrith glides overhead down to the pens, then dives straight down, evening out at the last second to make a perfect, noiseless landing.

Artu appears from ::between:: without warning, clicking and trilling a greeting.
Anely releases Athena, who launches into the air.
Athena glides to the Pens.
Beldara glides to the Pens.

Cairhoth> Mosfet eyes Gem warily, but feels obliged to stay and watch this BIGWingcritter thing.

T'lendel flicks his gaze quickly to Areiah, eyes lingering on the petite goldrider some moments before he nods, quickly, "It is rather ... hot... isn't it?" Odd for High Reaches? Not /quite/...

Above, Sardrinth glides in from the north.
Above, Sardrinth drops down towards the Bowl.
Sardrinth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

" Oh," whispers Rade, soft delight in her feathery words. " What ever you say, my Areiah." A little bit possesive now, isn't she? Yet, she backs away, sensously grinning while doing so. " T'lendel, perhaps you should go inside. It may be too hot for you. Here."

Thesy gently slides down Sardrinth's neck, startled by a huge frosted muzzle sniffing at her, and lands with a soft thud.

Cairhoth> Food, food, food. What else would one find in the pens, after all? Some unaware beast is stalked - and closer Ysbryth moves before *pouncing*, proper. Wide, softly gilded wings fold back as muzzle dips, ripping, tearing, as gracefully as one in her condition is able.

Mayina walks to the Pens.

Thesy gingerly steps on an obligingly raised foreleg and after a fast ascent settles between Sardrinth's stardusted neckridges.
Sardrinth goes home.

Vedra blinks in from ::between::!
Mayina appears from the dust-filled pens.

Cairhoth> Cairhoth doesn't bother with being picky -- plump beast is spotted, swooped, and sullied, in one efficient move. His.

Cairhoth> Secesrith eyes the fleeing herdbeasts around him, but he grunts, uninterested. The jewel'd eyes whirl as they look toward Ysbryth...

M'yrr is here, back at home he is, instead of being in that hot stick Igen place. The young brown rider moves quietly through the bowl frowning as he feels the same emotions that picked up a few days ago. No no! Not again! Not another one!

T'lendel gives Rade an intent look, no doubt catching possessiveness and Other things as well. "Don't be so certain, Rade. I've always been able to deal quite well in the past." A bit of arrogance of his own.

From Marron's arms, Brandy nudges Marron with his nose, signaling her to leave. This is much too scary, even for a tough canine like me!

Cairhoth> Ysbryth captures another, and another - swift, sure, done. Up we go, then, into the air - and backward the large gold tilts 'fore taking wing, high, higher, highest!
Cairhoth> Ysbryth leaps up Up UP into the air.

Cairhoth> Oren leaps up Up UP into the air.

Cairhoth> Fakth, a bronze with wings a little too large and a head a little too small to be properly respectable, comes bumbling in with the standard draconic ground lope. With a whirling eye, he pounces on some poor beast -- mm. Ohmy. Time to go up. Awkward wingbeats -- he's learned to balance his body -- and he joins everyone.

Cairhoth> And Kalith is there, watching the queen with those whirling violet eyes, making sure every move she makes is watched and taken in incase she decides to give chase. Snap, one heardbeast's neck is broken and it's form is slowly being drained of it's life fluid. Second one down drained, and then she moves, and his great wings push him up after her with a deep roar of challenge!

Cairhoth> Beldara leaps up Up UP into the air.

Cairhoth> Cairhoth pauses, talons on herdbeast's throat, and turns muzzle towards the sky -- a wingbeat, and he follows goldne beacon.

Cairhoth> Athena leaps up Up UP into the air.

Cairhoth> Up up up! Wings beat to lift you up out of the dusty pens.
Cairhoth> Above the Feeding Pens
Cairhoth> 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.
Cairhoth> It is a summer afternoon.
Cairhoth> Gliding around are Oren, Beldara, and Athena.
Cairhoth> Gold Ysbryth is here.
Cairhoth> Obvious exits:
Cairhoth> Up Pens Weyrling Air Above the Lake Above the Bowl Ledges

One foot in front of the other, Areiah, that's the way. Forward, come on then. "It's too warm." Inside? Inside is a good idea, if it's cooler in there. "I - excuse me, I - " But all of the sputtering and
stuttering in the world isn't going to help explain the 'rider's predicament - so she gives up, turning from the cluster of /people/ and making her not-quite-steady way northwest.
Areiah heads up the stairs towards 'Reiah's low ledge.

Cairhoth> Gem bursts up from the dust below.

Goldean goes home.

Rade lets out a breathy sigh; " Well, I was just looking out for your well being, Ty. Some can't handle it, you know. And you look a bit pale ... " she follow Areiah like a trained puppy.

Marron goes home.
Anely continues, heading north.

T'lendel doesn't bother to respond. He's more intent on following the goldrider, as well.

The broad, steep steps devour the short distance 'tween bowl and ledge.
Ysbryth's Ledge
Slate grey stone underlies, subtle flecks of silver interlain with other touches of darker, more intense obsidian. Smoke drifts, pales, shades the well-worn ledge itself with a cloud of soft charcoal, balancing an otherwise drab slide of stone.
It is a summer afternoon.
Areiah is here.
Obvious exits:
Inner Weyr Stairs Fly

Rade suddenly appears at the top of the stairs.

Cairhoth> Ysbryth presses good and hard 'gainst the first updraft and climbs higher against the sky, over and around the bowl, casting little more than a faint shadow here, there. Through the clouds - mind the 'spires! They come up rather quick!

Cairhoth> Cairhoth keeps quickly whirling eyes trained on but one thing, that beautiful, gleaming creature who's always captured this dragon's mind: Ysbryth. And fast pace, almost frenzied, is no worry. Straight up, straight after, one prize in mind. One gift to share.

Cairhoth> Mosfet bursts up from the dust below.

Oh dear. They followed. Just as Areiah feared they would. "Oh, Finn, where are you?" Mournful? Never. "This always happens. Always. The worst possible timing." A small brunette storm is brewing, pacing, back and forth. Too much heat. Too much energy. Too much feeling.

Cairhoth> Whoda thunk. Our slightly out-of-proportion bronze friend, Fakth, gets airborne as well -- fairly quickly, even, and managing to keep pace. PrettyGold. Must get the gold. Must get the -- must avoid the spires! Dodge, dodge. Slowing, but his whirlin' eyes are locked on one thing: the dragon of his dreams.

Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Vedra glides to the Pens.
Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Aylana walks to the Pens.
Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Therald walks in.

Cairhoth> Krizaeth tries to mimic Ysbryth's manuever, the only thing passing through his head the frantic impulse to /catch/ this queen. He's not quite successful, truth be told, and has to veer off course markedly before he can run into the 'spires. Whoops!

Followed? Never - Rade just found herself here. Actually, she has no idea how she just got here. " Oh dear. Areiah, do you want me to go? I'm just having troubles, I mean, uh ... " she flushes; red pink tones coming over her cheeks, constrasting deeply with pale skin. " Not that I want to go, or anything, and how did you get here, T'lendel?"

Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Therald looks about himself in awe. "Is it true there is to be a mating flight?"
Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Therald bows awkwardly.

Cairhoth> Gem stays low. Those dragons that fail are really rather hungry sometimes.

Cairhoth> Secesrith whips confidently around the spires and then launches himself higher, air swirling past him. Eyes deep violet-red, focused on the glowing gold ahead!

Cairhoth> Leaving little time for spire-dodging and bowl-lip-avoiding, Ysbryth dips, sudden and sharp. As swiftly as she climed to'ard the clouds, she now drops, earth-ward again, lake-ward. Safer. Cooler. A keen of sound, deep and low - bright challenge, now. This way, this way!

T'lendel looks a bit troubled himself. Indeed, he is pale, as Rade had accused. Yet there's a hint of flushed energy to his skin as well, greenish eyes caught up in that timeless double vision. Gold hide. Dark hair. "I followed after, same as you, Rade." And then, "I have been here before, you know." A bit harsh, that. But then, his mind is not on keeping kind words, not just now.

Cairhoth> Uh, erh! What was that? I don't think so! Upward momentum drops at once, and Secesrith turns on a dime, beating his wings downward after Ysbryth. I follow, I will lead!

Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Mayina walks to the Pens.

Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Therald starts suddenly, recalling his manners. "Good day ma'am" he says, bowing his head to Drystasia. He glances about himself at Sorana and Anely and blushes slightly. "Good day, ladies..."

Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Mayina appears from the dust-filled pens.

Astin blinks in from ::between::!

Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Sorana nods to Therald. "Good day."
Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Libby walks in.

Cairhoth> He's not called Fakth for nothing -- veering left and then just as quickly right, he neatly boxes one poor brown outta the contest. Unfortunately, our lopsided's friends wings are bigger than his head -- and, having not planned his route too well, he beats his wings. Up. Up. Let's not crash. Clearing another stony structure, he throws himself downwards -- never say diieee! He's a beefcake. She knows she wants it.

Cairhoth> Cairhoth lets loose deep rumble of his own, echoing answer, and follows. No questions for the downward shift. But bronze angles straight and down, aiming to cut off this dive before it shifts too low. Sometimes the fire's better when it engulfs than when you merely feel the heat's edge.

Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Mayina shakes her head slowley. "I don't know whats going on."

Cairhoth> Kalith is following the great Queen, pumping his wings like he never pumped before, eyes whirling deep violet as he dips and dives, following her every move like a lost puppy following a hopeful human. A bugal pushes out of his muzzle and his tail snakes behind him. He comes! He follows!

Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Therald whispers in awe, "So many fire lizards... and real dragons!"

Cairhoth> Krizaeth almost keens with the urge to catch up with this queen. Another momentary bout of confusion, and he realizes he should use that dive to his advantage. Exactly how, he's not sure, but he pumps towards the golden queen with all of his might!

Twisting on one booted heel, Areiah faces Rade, pacing abruptly brought to a halt. "Go? No, please, stay? I don't want to have to be here alone. Fionchadd's away and.. and flights are harder this way, and.." Wide, impossibly wide blue eyes pool with tears, and the small rider shakes her head, firmly. Must not cry. "Giving in is so hard." Well, it was almost innocent, anyway. She's trying, really she is.

Cairhoth> Secesrith's wings may look disproportionately large, but ah, they serve him well! Trailing like banners on a breeze, they carry his midsized body ahead. A low bellow issues from his throat. Beat me? Hah!

Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Therald continues, heading north.

Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Sorana chuckles a bit. "And indeed, it's a good day, if Ysbryth is to be caught."

T'lendel keeps his vision trained on goldrider, an unconscious echo of lifemate's own. Troubled eyes begin to look less so, instead more intent, as feelings begin to truly overcome.

Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Tyara hurries in, looking in the air. "Did she rise yet??"

Rade gives a furious glance in T'lendel's direction; " So. You've been here already. Well, I see you have plenty of company with /him/, Areiah." Despite her little huff, her eyes become glazed again - hypnotized, if you will - and she smiles. " I will stay."

Cairhoth> Short and sweet, these airborne moments, and down, down, down Ysbryth continues, giving up speed for the comfort of two familiar bronzen wings. Cairhoth. Dipping low, then, form shifts - squirms against the air - and snakes a ropy buttermilk tail 'round a bronze one.

Cairhoth> Yeah, well, Fakth isn't coming yet. That'll wait until our beefcake bronze makes the catch of the pretty gold. Dropping, dropping -- eyes whirling like crazy. Loooook into his eyes. You're getting sleeeepy, very sleeepy -- and it's time that purty gold thinks of Fakth as a bed.

Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Sorana grins and nods. "Yes." The word is hushed, and she looks up, tense.

Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Tyara cranes her neck to look up, holding a hand over her eyes to shield from the sun. "I can't see her.."

Cairhoth> More air swirls as Secesrith beats his wings harder, bellowing and glaring red at Cairhoth. You have not won yet!

Cairhoth> Whirling beefcake eyes -- squint? At any rate, they don't look so pleased. <<I'll be back.>> And he blinks off.

And M'yrr finally stumbles in, deep sapphire eyes blinking, maybe trying to push away the emotions that are now pulsing through his body. But he doesn't say a word, just slowly walks up to the group, far away enough to not be considered more then another shadow, but close enough to watch the gold rider. Must... control.. self! His eyes close as his dragon soars further away!

Cairhoth> Beldara suddenly disappears ::between::!

Cairhoth> And bronze meets gold just as fiercely as was the rest of the flight, yet gentles the next moment. Buttermilk blurring in rainbow embrace. Time slows, stops. Things are right once more.

"Rade, I didn't mean it that way, I - oh. Oh, dear. T'lendel? T'lendel.." Tears have faded, now, disappeared with the heat of the moment - and interest piqued flashes on her lanky friend, interested. "Is it..?" Curiousity, too, with the interest - some fascination that replaces fear. She's done this before.
And that was, of course, Areiah.

Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Azrieth takes off.
Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Vanitas arrives from ::between::, wings spread wide to keep his balance.
Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Vanitas takes off.
Cairhoth> Azrieth glides in from the central bowl.

Cairhoth> Kalith's ashen brown form slowly falls in a glid from the sky... it was all over so... soo... quick and so down he goes, to return to his loving rider, to comfort him... or is it to be comforted? Eh, who knows!

Cairhoth> Athena suddenly launches into the air, her little verdant form instantly winks ::between::
Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Athena suddenly appears out of nowhere, it seems she's practicing her ::betweening:: again....

Cairhoth> Ysbryth melds, melts, and otherwise molds 'gainst Cairhoth. Mine. Things /are/ right, this way. Warm in the best possible sense.

Cairhoth> Krizaeth, sensing that perhaps he's not the one this time, stops very slowly, looking up as if to make sure that it really is the end, and Cairhoth won. He hovers for a second, then glides off to his weyr, to spend sometime sulking.

Cairhoth> Vanitas glides in from the central bowl.

Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Rade slips down from a large, low-lying ledge just above.

Cairhoth> Trumpet blasts the air, and Secesrith attempts to glide closer to the pair. Wait. Pair. Nevermind. One more huffy crimson glare toward the two, and Secesrith whips around and down.

As quickly as he came in, he's gone once more, M'yrr never was one to stick around after flights, mainly because he never won them!

Astin suddenly disappears ::between::!

Cairhoth> In the weyr bowl below, Anely calls to Athena, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.Astin blinks in from ::between::! Anely calls to Astin, who flies over and lands on her shoulder. Anely goes home.

T'lendel takes first steps forward, steps a repeat of last round's
dance. Yet there's certainly more to find here... Interest heightened
by a turn's changes. "Oh, Reia...Yes." And what more needs be said?

Rider Cast:
Areiah and Ysbryth
Rade and Azrieth
T'lendel and Cairhoth
I'm not sure who all NPC'd, but I'm certain Lacyene did, and probably Anely (M'yrr?). Darlings, thank you!