S'ya's Flight

Xanadu Weyr - Caverns(#8800RJs)
A massive cavern in it's own right, this one has been skillfully adapted for human habitation. The high ceilings have been painted a light, soft ivory, as are the walls where numerous tapestries hang to provide brilliant color and insulation from the stone. The floor has been left in its natural state, pale pink granite speckled through with glittering mica and dark flecks of basalt, leveled carefully but kept sufficiently rough to avoid slips.
The cavern itself is loosely divided into areas, each one set up to be suitable for some segment of the Weyr's population. The most frequently occupied area, however, is the one near the Kitchens where tables of varying sizes provide a place to sit down and eat or chat and a buffet of consumables is almost always kept stocked. Its plain that on most days, this area wouldn't accommodate anywhere near the full population of the Weyr and equally plain that on such occasions when a formal meal is laid out, tables are appropriated from all the other areas.
A big fireplace is set into the wall near the Kitchens as well, several comfortable chairs nearby providing haunts for elderly residents or riders who like a good view of all that happens. Rugs cover the floor in strategic spots, all of them abstract or geometric in design and most in the softly neutral colors of undyed wool.
Exits lead off in all directions, a big archway the largest and that leading outside. Shallow stairs to the west lead to the offices and administration area while tunnels to the east lead to the infirmary, kitchen and resident's quarters. Southwards, a sloping tunnel leads down to the hot springs and southwest is a wide tunnel, carefully roped off to avoid accidents.

Dhonzayth> Xanadu Weyr - Meadow(#9290RJL)

S'ya is situated one of the tables nearer the front, leaning over it in order to better talk to the young man occupying it with her. "So, you come round here often?" She asks with a sickeningly sweet voice, batting her eyes at the man. He looks rather uncomfortable at all this attention, trying to keep his eyes /away/ from the weyrlings rather prominent cleavage. After muttering something about chores he scoots off, leaving her with a pouty face. "Fine, but you do not know what you are missing!" She shouts after him, sitting on the table top.

"He sure doesn't." L'ton offers without preamble as the Istan wanders into the cavern just in time to catch sight of the fleeing young man and the words of the greenrider. And other things of the greenrider. However stupid it may be, though, L'ton's quick to try and take the other young man's place, sliding into the abandoned chair, leaning slightly over the table towards her. "Ah think he was just sharding stupid fer leaving like that. L'ton, Istan Weyrsecond." He offers with a crooked grin, running a hand through his hair to ruffle it. "And what's yer name, pretty miss?"

Candia comes in from the clearing. She's visiting from the Southern Atoll at the moment. She's showing off as well, since she's just come from the beach, but since moving back south, you'd be hard pressed to find her wearing too much anyway. She can't help but notice S'ya, and smiles as she admires the weyrling, moving towards her for a moment, until she notices L'ton in the area, and rolls her eyes, as she knows the Bronzer by reputation (the very same sort of reputation her own father shares.)

Aoriya takes a deep, tired breath and finds a seat not so far from S'ya actually. Aoriya's bronze Kujaku flutters past her for the hearth, and in watching his progress, Aoriya spots L'ton. Then she spots S'ya. Aoriya gets a smirk on her face and all but swaggers amiably over to L'ton. "Tonny! How nice to see you! You never come around my weyr anymore. Are you avoiding Igen on purpose? You shouldn't be such a stranger." She says in a syruppy voice meant more or less to thwart any chance L'ton migh have of a pickup line working. Whether the put off will work or not is anybody's guess, but its a pretty good effort!

Hunger is perhaps the biggest battle this particular Weyrlingmaster has been fighting. R'in is hungry, /all the time/ lately. The darn kid she's carrying eats too much. Or so she feels. Thus the young woman is picking through what's on the buffet tables, loading up a plate of food. She glances towards S'ya… and then L'ton, a bit of a frown coming to features. Hopefully someone's warned the kid…

Uka wanders into the caverns with only a slight pause to gather her barrings. It's not often the Reachian Weyrsecond ventures out so far and it's possible she's only ever been to Xanadu a handful of times - so the brownrider is no doubt easily turned around. Not that she'd let on to getting lost. She catches the tail end of the shout S'ya had given the poor fleeing man and curiosity wins over briefly. "And what would that be, if you don't mind me asking?" Uka ventures to say, after clearing her throat a little as she wanders closer. There's a passing glance to L'ton, to whom she nods to politely enough.

R'miel wanders into the living caverns and looks around. He looks over at the food and wrinkles his nose, then spots L'ton. And S'ya. Cue the flask removal from his front pocket. After a hefty swig, he moves over to S'ya, grinning. He leans over her (not to get a better look, no never!) and laughs a bit. "Oh? You mean you don't know, Tonny? This is my /favorite/ little weyrling. S'ya I think she's calling herself now. And you'll never guess who her brother is."

R'aul saunters in with wet hair and a towel around his shoulders from the baths. He runs his fingers to get the blond locks slicked back as he gives a gaggle of girls a bright white grin and a wink. "I'll tell you the story about how I tamed the pack of felines another day. But if you'll excuse me, ladies, I have some work to be getting done." The girls giggle and nod, gossiping to each other as the move away. The bluerider looks like he was heading towards the stairs to the offices when something else catches his attention, swinging his blue eyes towards the greenrider. "My, what a crowd over here. Am I missing something?" He moves closer, eyes only on S'ya as the others are ignored.

S'ya is still pouting when L'ton joins her, quickly turning her attention to him. "I know! I mean, just /look/ at me. Oh, S'ya, green Sophyrinths." She offers with a grin, leaning forward in order as she nods her head. Oh yes, she's just letting it all hang out tonight. She doesn't focus her attention on just one though, and gives a wink at Candia. But then Aoriya is moving in on the bronzer. A brief frown passes over her face before it's replaces with that seductive grin of hers. She wastes no time in getting up on the table, standing there for all to see her in her near naked glory. "I can tell you all about it later, love." She tells Uka, placing her hands on her hips. At R'miel's entrance she just beams. "Favorite weyrling? I must say I am honored. And let us not talk about my dear brother tonight. Right now I feel like dancing and singing! Come on love, do not be shy. The crowd is in my honor tonight, I /am/ one of the best singers on Pern after all." She directs to R'aul, shimming a bit in her spot.

"Sweetheart, all ya gotta do is let Dhonzayth know when ya've time, and Ah'd be happy ta come see ya an the girls. Igen just ain't mah thing, though. Ta hot." And he turns to give Aoriya a grin, not thrown off by her words at all, instead reaching for Ram's flask as the man leans over S'ya. "S'ya hm? Well, Ah dun care who her brother is, cause its her that's causing quite the stir." Better to not know, right? As the greenrider ends up on the table, he straightens offering her a hand to help her down, though only after taking a long stare at her form. "Come sweets, Ah'll show ya how ta dance." A foot is put up on a chair as he stands, handing the flask back to the other bronzerider, gaze never leaving this newest fascination.

Withholding a bit of a groan, R'in makes her way carefully towards the table. It's too late now- Mayikooth's already talking excitedly and it's only a variety of things keeping her from being just as caught up. One being the baby. But still, a proddy greenrider is a bit like a magnet. She sets down her plate of food, giving a few of the other riders a /look/. Especially L'ton. Sure, she's still bemused by him, but. This is her first Weyrling class! They're like children to her! Especially with her soon to be a mother proper and all. Once her hands are free, Rae moves nearer to S'ya. Or tries to. If she's able to get close enough, even if just for a moment, the brownrider passes on some information. "Just remember… you're the one in control." Perhaps just your average piece of advice. Once it's past, however, she sits down and tries to focus on her food. At least while she can. She'll need the energy.

Aoriya will likely fall off her chair if she does it, but she attempts to shove over L'ton's chair with her knee, at the same time she leans in to smile coyly at S'ya. "pretty lady, trust me, this guy's a hot ride, but he's a total player. He's got about a million kids, mine included, and he'll just knock you for a loop and leave you high and dry, know what I mean? A….. serious…… heart….. breaker….." Gritted teeth, each word marks a further attempt at chair pushing.

L'alie comes sauntering in, arms over her head and crossed behind it. She looks around and her eyebrows raise slightly at the crowd. "Busy day." She murmurs to herself and shrugs, dropping her hands down and swinging around to take in everyone, each face.

Candia shakes her head at the greenrider, definitely enjoying the view. However, she's distracted by her half sister. "Uka. Hey." She goes over to the other rider to hug her. "What's got you down here at Xanadu today?" She shrugs, still glancing occasionally at the greenrider, returning her wink with a grin.

R'miel gives up his flask readily. He doesn't want to get drunk persay, but being a little tipsy always helped. Especially when it was going to be S'ya's night. He watches he gets up onto the table. Yep, it was best not to know who her brother was, and the alcohol helps R'miel to forgets. "Singing and dancing? There are times for such things love, and now may not be one of them."

Uka quirks a brow up a little, a slight grin curving up along her lips as she gives S'ya a long look that isn't entirely observant. Hello… "Look forward to it, then." she murmurs, sounding a little amused as she does so. She'd continue to stare after S'ya, were Candia not to pull her attention away. "Candia!" The Weyrsecond exclaims, hugging back and grinning visibly. "It's been awhile since I've seen you! What's got me here?" Uka frowns a little, as if she's even forgotten why she's here. "Duties, mainly. Plus, it's always nice to escape High Reaches for a bit." She chuckles lightly, before motioning with a slight nod of her head in the direction of the greenrider. Should be obvious, no? "And how about you?"

R'aul's brows shoot up. "Dancing? Singing? Best of all Pern? /What/ have I been missing here in Xanadu," he repeats with a hearty chuckle. "I think I have been living in the wrong weyr all these turns. S'ya, was it? Don't let this silly bronzer think he knows how to dance." He puffs up his chest and gives her a graceful bow, flashing those white teeth at her as he gets up. "How about a song first from a… beautiful lady." Beautiful, alright. His eyes are undressing her, quite obviously, though there's not much to really undress there. He keeps close to the greenrider, trying to forget about the others around him. Though he understands personal space, so there's no jumping on the greenie until he's certain it's allowed.

S'ya quickly takes L'ton's invitation, grabbing his hand and jumping off the table. "Oh, I do not mind, I do not make it a habit of sticking to one man." She says through a giggle, pulling L'ton close to her before setting into a quick waltz. "I am always in control, love!" She says to R'in as she spins about, her bangles clanking wildly with her motion. "Not the time for it, love? It is /always/ the right time for my craft!" She says to R'miel, a bit out of breath from the twirling. "See? He has the right idea. You should move over here, love. Keep me company sometime." Suddenly her mood changes however, something coming over her. She grabs a tighter hold on L'ton briefly before suddenly moving back up to the table. Standing proudly on display. "Catch me if you can, loves!" She says after a giggle, her dragon's mind melding into her's before the true chase starts.

Dhonzayth> Sophyrinth is sauntering in the meadows, her glowing green hide displayed for all to see. She holds her head up high, scanning those near her. So many men, so little time. She passes by a large brown, letting her tail tickle his muzzle briefly, her eyes whirling rapidly before moving onto the next. She croons 'seductively', if that's possible for a dragon, to the whole of Pern. It seems to demand attention, she is gorgeous after all. Pure perfection. Suddenly her moods shift and without a backwards glance she takes to the air, her delicate wings propelling her into the murky blue evening skies. Time for the chase to begin!

Dhonzayth> Cinrath is the brown who's muzzle is tickled, his eyes whirling green as he enjoys the attention. This is almost as good as eating, or cooking, and his gaze is locked very much on the glowing green, watching her as she moves. Slowly, he crouches, never losing sight of her, wings spreading as he prepares to persue her when she rises. And as she does, he springs into the air, following as closely as possible, bugling in response to her challenge.

Dhonzayth> Dhonzayth was almost as quick to discover the glowing green in the equally green meadow as his rider was to discover the lush rider half of the duo amidst the occupants of the cavern. And, while L'ton was quick to close the distance and flirt, Dhonzayth offers a trumpet of both greeting and admiration, though never quite gets close. Wings are never entirely folded to his back, as if to show his willingness to submit to the green's will - a willingnes that is soon tested, for she demands attention, and quickly takes to the air. Its only a moment later than the pale Istan takes to the skies after her, molding to her wishes, even as he hopes to mold her to himself, answering her call for honor.

Dhonzayth> Omasuth sweeps his mighty flame colored wings in a swift and powerful downstroke. A smooth, charming baritone croon issues forth before he bellows his challenge to the skies. The sound kindles his excitement, eyes turning vividly imperial purple. Shooting upwards in the struggle for level altitude, his downstrokes don't turn to a glide just yet. He's attempting to get a good amount of speed ahead of his competitors, he will come out on top! A coy curl of his neck preceeds him banking into one sweet updraft, catching the thermal and twisting like a bird of prey through the skies above Xanadu, paradise of the south!

Dhonzayth> Niyheth has followed the sauntering green the moment he spotted her, immediately intrigued by the uniquely colored hide that Sophyrinth boasts. Pure perfection indeed, the dark murky brown is certain intrigued beyond the chase that's to ensue. So he watches her carefully, studying her moves, listening in to her calls. The other males, his compeition, he'll ignore for now. Sophyrinth is in his spotlight now and that is where he'll focus most of his thoughts to. As she springs into the air, so does he, crouching down on his stocky limbs and launching his heavy frame into the sky. It takes a few powerful sweeps of his multihued wings before Niyheth begins to gain height, but his slowness in take off doesn't phase him. Instead, he aims to level out and use a few tricks to conserve his energy as he takes up the chase, always keeping Sophyrinth within his sights.

Dhonzayth> Arinith is on his daily flight around the weyr to stretch his wings. Or at least that's what he's told the nagging gold on the sands. He flutters down into the meadow and moves around the speckled green, looking her over and warbling in approval. But his musings are cut short, and as soon as he's landed she's taking off to the air. Arin, true to form, lets most of the other males spring up ahead of him, then finally unfurls his own satiny sails to push himself skywards. He hasn't gotten a good look at her! Such things will have to come later. Right now the bronze moves himself up and up with each push of the air beneath his wings.

Dhonzayth> Erisith does not get into mating flights so much as his rider does. He hangs back in the shadows of a few sparse trees and a building, though his long body does not fit completely. His head is kept low to the ground, between forelegs, keeping his whirling eyes on the glowing beauty flaunting herself around those that were not /him/. But he's a patient dragon. He might not be jumping right into it, but he follows the chase when it comes. With a musical warble of surprise, his long neck snaps up and he slinks forward, dark wings unfurling rapidly. The green's sudden flight was more than a surprise! He snaps to another trailing male in sudden anger before pushing his dark blue body off the ground with his powerful yet lanky limbs, tucking them in as he beats his wings in quick pursuit of Sophyrinth.

Dhonzayth> Mayikooth is always ready to save a damsel. Even if his rider is a bit opposed to the whole matter, /he/ knows what he wants. She can get laid regularly! He has to work for it. And work he does. The large brown pushes off after the green with strong hindlegs, wings snapping out to catch the wind. They push down, carrying him higher. Due to his size, like the bronzes and many of the other browns, the sandy Mayikooth tends more towards height and speed than any acrobatics.

Dhonzayth> Sophyrinth flies onwards, ignoring the rain clouds above the weyr that threaten to cramp her style. The dampness in the air actually bring relief to her glowing hide, so she doesn't mind it one bit. The quicker males earn a bugle of approval as she chances a backwards glance. It almost costs her however, a quick blue coming much to close. She knows how to handle that however, beating her small wings frantically and taking advantage of an updraft. Soon enough she's in the lead again, bugling to all her triumphant recovery. Can't touch this!

Dhonzayth> Cinrath takes advantage of the same updraft, gaining height as well, attention still locked on the glowing Sophyrinth, although he does manage a quick growl at the smaller blue who challenged. This one is his, his treat and treasure, the beautiful object of his attention. He eyes her carefully, planning and scheming as he works to keep up with her, his wings beating.

Dhonzayth> The correct statement is merely, 'Can't touch this /yet/' - because its a sure thing that Dhonzayth will continue to try until he manages to, or the opportunity is no longer there. The Istan works hard to gain altitude, despite the growing winds that accompany the rain clouds that have gathered above the weyr, not willing to let a minor inconvenience such as the weather put a damper on his quest for the beautiful and lovely Sophyrinth. The quick blue receives a snarl from the pale bronze, and a snap with his long muzzle while translucent wings work in unison to gain altitude, until he slips into the updraft after the green, still flying as if running up the escalator, trying to take advantage of his size, leaving the fancy recoveries to the fair lady. He simply won't make an error - as the steady rhythm of his body shifting up and down with each wingstroke remains uninterrupted.

Dhonzayth> Niyheth doesn't mind the clouds, as they can work to his favor, should he wish to seek a hiding spot. Oh, but how the gray contrasts so against Sophyrinth's glowing hide. How and why? Niyheth will continue to follow her, sticking close like a second shadow. He'll have his questions answered, one way or another. He rumbles deep and low in his throat, catching a thermal to speed himself forwards when the glowing green he chases increases the pace. The murky colored brown still remains in the middle of the pack, not quite moving to the front yet. He'll let Sophyrinth enjoy her freedom just a little longer and all the while he'll watch, study and plot his next moves as he keeps his flight held at a steady pace.

Dhonzayth> Mayikooth works on gaining height. She may seem to be one of those who gives in fast, but if she decides to take to some acrobatics… the skies will be to his favor. Steady downsweeps of large wings carry the brown higher as he watches the green intently. As she climbs, to escape the wily blue, he gives a bugle that shifts to a rumble of satisfaction. He tucks in then, giving over more to speed to perhaps catch her on a dive.

Dhonzayth> Omasuth grabs the same updraft as Sophyrinth and turns wheels in the sky, coiling casually as he regards the green with a hungry and appreciative expression. Another brown that gets too close gets an all too calm slash to the wing that looks in every way like an accident. Omasuth finds just the right headwind to send him rocketing forwards, going from slow to shooting star in the time it takes to snap the fingers. The brown becomes a bolt of fire shooting across the Xanadu sky, a shooting star that just isn't ready to hit the ground.

Dhonzayth> Arinith keeps himself still towards the back of the pack. His slender form allows him to cut through the air with ease, but also subjects him to the air currents, which the pack in front of him helps him to mitigate. He watches her falter at a rather pushy blue, but only for a split second before he can see her colorful green hide shoot skywards. The clouds gathering didn't bother this bronze any, those cloud meant water and the only thing that Arinith loved more than water was flying. The bronze seems to be growing tired of his current spot amongst the group though and takes a wide spiral outwards, allowing him to use the full of his wings to get closer to her. He now had a great view of her tantalizing glowing hide, and gives her a trumpet in response.

Dhonzayth> Erisith takes pleasure in the cloudy day, which helps him focus on the single stunning bright star in the sky. He is fierce from the moment he had taken off, hissing furiously as the small blue moves past, just as all the other males had done. So close! How dare he, the lady must take her time mastering the skies before she can be taken off her stage. His wings miss a beat as they catch the wind, shooting higher up among the other chasers and the green to watch the spectacle from a different height, keeping his pace to where he can watch the green but making sure he had enough room away from the other males to take her when she felt ready. And he knew when that time will be, his head held down as he watched her every move, sail tips tipping to each breeze to correct his pattern. He's a sleek and agile, even for a big blue, but he won't outdo her in her dance.

Dhonzayth> Sophyrinth leads on, taking every chance she gets to show off, looping in the sky wildly. With the winds picking up however, a sign of a quickly forming storm no doubt, she finally steadies herself again. But being in the front and all by yourself is no fun, so she decides to turn the tables. As rain starts to pour down and the winds start to howl she swiftly turns around and starts flying straight for the middle of the testosterone ridden male pack. She trumpets wildly, enjoying herself far too much as she continues on that path, not caring if she'll smash into a much larger dragon. Why is this? Because she plans on veering upwards at the last minute of course! But the winds have something else in mind and the storm is much too powerful for the young, and quickly tiring, green to navigate. She loses control, flailing wildly as she heads right for those she was trying to lead on the wild green chase.

Dhonzayth> Cinrath sees the green approaching, and then lose control, and barely manages to avoid being hit by her. Wheeling in place, he turns almost on a sixty-fourth mark, and immediately pulls his wings into a powerful, fast dive, following the tumbling green. As he approaches her, he slows slightly, moving along next to her, trying to both right her and catch her, neck stretching out, attempting to wrap around hers, talons reaching for hers…

Dhonzayth> Dhonzayth is happy enough to revel in the sleek, sensual movements of the green as he trails behind her, so far unaffected by the strengthening winds and the coming storm. As she spirals and loops, like a talented dancer, Dhonzayth merely follows along in awe, banking this way and that in an unsuccessful attempt to mimic her moves. The howling winds cover the loud trumpet he emits in response to the pivoting green, cheering her on even as she swivels in their direction, the winds and her size creating an even more wild and chaotic dance amongst the breaking storm. As the green begins to lose control, Dhonzayth seems to have found the timing for the wily flower's dance, and attempts to slip in and partner her, to restore the rhythm amidst the failing music, and to wrap her amongst strong neck and talons, and steady her with wide wings.

Dhonzayth> Omasuth has far more endourance than your run of the mill blue, and far more than green Sophyrinth. When the green comes charging in, trumpeting wildly he holds his ground, tensing to try and catch her as he approaches. Her trumpeting is met with a mighty battle bellow. Pouring every ounce of power into his wings, the brown adjusts his angle, swiveling around and darting forwards in an attempt to head off the males. Reaching out his talons to grab her before anyone else can!

Dhonzayth> Arinith is being rather gutsy today. There were a lot of smaller dragons around, so he could for once use his size to his advantage. He was still going to enjoy himself up in the air though! His slender form loops along with So, at least as much as he can. He was thin for a bronze, and agile, but so many tight loops just aren't possible for a dragon his size! The rain only furthers his own tenacity. But even this bronze blinks when the green starts heading towards them… then starts falling! His own wings fold against him a bit and he zips off, spiralling down with her, hoping to claim that gorgeous green hide.

Dhonzayth> Niyheth simply admires the acrobatics that Sophyrinth revels in, knowing full well that he could never quite mimick them himself. No matter, it's just as enjoyable to watch the glowing green dance through the skies. Even as the rain begins to fall and his wing strokes increase as the winds pick up, he is relentless in his pursuit of Sophyrinth. Having just caught another small thermal, he's caught by surprise to find the green suddenly face and fly towards them. What's this? A stroke of luck, of good fortune? Alas, not quite. Not for Sophyrinth, at least. To Niyheth, it opens quite the window of opportunity for him to strike. Pooling all his remaining strength together, he beats his wings furiously against the storm winds, speeding forwards and winding his way through the sky as fast as he can possibly manage. He cannot fail now, not when he's so close to finding the answers, on claiming the source of his inspiration! With a loud challenging call that's torn away by the winds, he darts in a slightly upwards climb towards the failing green, talons and neck extended, ready to catch and bring her safely into control again.

Dhonzayth> Mayikooth rumbles a warning at Dhonzayth as the bronze attempts to climb as well. This is his damsel to rescue! He shall form an alliance with her. The brown trumpets as the green comes about and towards them. He tucks his wings in and attempts to take advantage of the height he's gained. Despite the growing winds and the heaviness to the air from the imminent rains, he attempts to angle himself. With the right timing and a blessing from the elements, he shall take the next draft up and then snap down towards the glowing Sophyrinth. Sandy hide blends well in the dark and the brown is perhaps lost against the dingy backdrop of the sky… but his eyes whirl brightly enough and he is vocal enough as he makes his maneuvers to make himself known.

Dhonzayth> Erisith hums down in appreciation of the green's display, tipping every so often to get at a better angle to watch her. The winds were little to worry about, though he had to beat against them more often to stay up above the lot of dragons and keep his pace. He tucks his wings close during a strong gust, dropping, only to be surprised by the second time that day when she flips the tables on them. His harmonious song turns into a hiss of annoyance, nearly doubling over on himself as he turns in a sharp angle to head back, wings beating now and tiring. His long limbs uncoil from his body and he drops height towards the rest of the back, his tail cracking in his wake at the stragglers as he aims for his prize. That glowing star's in need of an escort off her cloudy stage, and he wouldn't allow any other dragon to touch her! With outstretched talons and wings pulled back, he speeds in, hoping to catch the flailing green and assist her in her finale.

Dhonzayth> Sophyrinth is flailing like a mad dragon, her delicate body contorting in such an unladylike manner as the winds send her towards the males. She manages to evade the grasping claws of most the dragons, maybe because she's so soaked by the rains, actually knocking one the smaller blues off course. But she can't evade them forever, one green and oh so many snapping claws after all. And so it's to Dhonzayth that the wind sends her, her tiny frame crashing into the bronze. Time to finish the dance, and this time she's got a partner.

Dhonzayth> Dhonzayth steadies the small green almost immediately upon impact, wings keeping them both aloft, and buffeting her from the storm as they finish the dance amongst the rain.

Dhonzayth> Arinith can't slips past all the other dragons! Plus Dhon's large form is blocking his way from the prize, and he narrowly avoids being taken out by a couple of the larger browns. Defeated, Arin returns to the sands.

Dhonzayth> Cinrath misses the catch, and pulls out of his dive just above the surf. Quickly, he wings back to the meadow, and settles down.

Candia flushes bright red, and gives her half sister another hug, then rushes out without another word.

Dhonzayth> With a heavy gust a wind, the lithe form of Erisith is pushed aside, large sails catching every breeze that he finds himself aiming somewhere completely far from where the little green found herself entangled in a heavier bronze instead. Fail! He'll go and mope in his dark cave now…

Dhonzayth> Omasuth still has some endurance left in him, and carefully twists and turns until he's out of the disbursing male cloud, and sails onwards into the storm to work off his frustration. A dismissive flick of the tail aimed at Dhonzayth, welcome to her as far as he's concerned.

L'ton offers a hand back up to S'ya, giving her the opportunity to climb down herself, otherwise he's happy enough to pull her off the table and cart her off to somewhere.. less public.

Aoriya glares at L'ton's retreating back. "He's going to have enough children to populate a Weyr of his own. I'll bet some Lord Holders would cut off an arm for that big a family." She snorts as she moves to the food table and pours herself a nice, tall, cold beer. Nough said.

S'ya has a rather silly grin on her face, still living in the moment. When L'ton offers his hand however she ignores it, instead jumping into the bronzers arms. "Come on, love, time for some more fun!" Oh yes, she's a bad girl.

Dhonzayth> Niyheth is not in luck's favor this time, it seems, as his muse and inspiration is plucked away by a bronze quicker then him. Growling quietly in frustration, the murky brown uses the remainder of his fading strength to circle back towards the bowls to land and wait for his rider to return to him before they both head back to the cooler Reachian skies.

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