Honalee Weyr -*- North Part of Half-Circle

Dragons swoop and glide overhead, their shadows crossing the ground, in and out of weyrs, above the tall cliffs, out over the sea. Waves crash, off to the east, against the pale sand. Directly north is the arch into the weyrhall, and the rest of the inner weyr beyond it. Off to the east is the north beach, and to the west, the massive arch of the dragon infirmary.
Contents:
K'gor
Valoroth
Pyrianth
Xidrenth
Hevicolith
Raduth
Tseraith
Obvious exits:
East West Centre WeyrHall

K'gor has his arms folded, leaning with his shoulder against Val's foreleg, watching Zarelin pass.
Zarelin stops and smiles at K'gor, waving from a ways away.
K'gor waves in return. Valoroth lifts his head slightly, and turns it to face the weyrwoman.
Zarelin diverts her course to walk over to K'gor and Valoroth. "Hi, guys... how're you two?"
K'gor smiles, and unfolds his arms. "We're both fine. How're you and Calennoth feeling?" Zarelin grins. "She's sleeping at the moment."
K'gor says, "Good, let's let her stay that way for a while." He casts a glance up at Val, then back to Zarelin.
Zarelin glances at Valoroth for a moment, then at I'von and Pyrianth. She sighs and walks into the Weyrhall.

[ Retcon: I'von and Pyrianth weren't there IC, d'oh. :) ]

You walk towards the weyrhall.
Honalee Weyr -*- Weyrhall(#150RJa)

The main weyrhall is a huge natural cavern, almost heart-shaped. The brown stone walls that would normally be murky-looking are considerably cheered up by glows that are stowed all over the walls. Tables litter the area, put in coversation arrangement, as are a few chairs over in a corner. The sound of laughter comes from a huddled group of girls, likely spreading the most recent outrageous rumor. Several drudges are seen coming and going, serving to the riders' whimsies. In all, a homey looking place.
To the west is a doorway with such wonderful aromas coming out; the kitchen.
To the south is a large opening in the cavern to the sunlit half-circle. And a dark hallway snakes off to the north.
Contents:
Gael
J'len
Spinner
Obvious exits:
Kitchen Half-Circle Hallway

Gael says "good evening."
Zarelin smiles only faintly. "Hello, Gael."
Gael yawns and stretches, her usual mending laying finished and folded
beside her in a basket.
K'gor walks from the north part of the half-circle.
K'gor has arrived.
Zarelin helps herself to a glass of juice, settling into a chair near Gael. "How're you doing?" she asks conversationally?
K'gor makes a casual entrance, somewhat avoiding the center of the room to avoid alarming anyone. He heads for the kitchen, and is intercepted along the way by a wingrider wishing to speak to him.
Gael says "fairly well. I love when I've finished chores and can sit back with klah."
Zarelin grins. "I know the feeling. I generally burn holes in my head before I get to finish my work any given night."
Gael says "ow" and peers as if loooking for said holes.
Zarelin grins lopsidedly.
DTU: All Dragons sense that Calennoth awakens with a snarl.
DTU: All Dragons sense that Valoroth snaps to the alert.
Zarelin blinks suddenly. "Cal?" she murmurs, mostly to herself.
and the brownrider's conversation halts abruptly, but they don't draw attention to themselves otherwise.
Gael refills her klah and holds up the picture in a tacit question.
Zarelin barely manages to get the glass of juice back on the table, her hand shaky. "Calennoth?" she asks, unaware she's asked it audibly as
well. Her eyes seek out someone with experience, who could explain...
Calennoth> You wing towards the feeding grounds.
Calennoth> Honalee Weyr -*- Feeding Grounds
Calennoth> The ground is patched with grass from constant planting, grazing, and replanting of grass seed, and troughs of water and feed are shoved against the cliff wall, out of the way of hungry dragons. Herdbeasts and wherries with clipped wings wander the pen, stampeding madly every so often as a hungry dragon swoops overhead, whether the shadow's maker drops down to feed or not.
Calennoth> The gate, kept tightly shut and locked, leads out to the bowl.
Calennoth> Contents:
Calennoth> Volzinth
Calennoth> Obvious exits:
Calennoth> Bowl
Gael looks up, her expression worried. "Have you stopped hearing her?"
Zarelin is dimly aware of Gael's question. "She... I don't understand..."
K'gor abandons the brownrider, who begins looking rather tense, and steps with a hint of caution towards Zarelin and Gael.
Gael backs away as K'gor approaches, apparently not believing his ascertation that he's not a scary person.
Calennoth> Valoroth wings from the south part of the half-circle.
Calennoth> Valoroth has arrived.
(flight) Zarelin formed channel.

[ I kept the flight channel comments in cos they're funny. ]

Gael continues to watch Zarelin with no small amount of concern, though.
K'gor doesn't put much effort into fighting his fearsome countenance for Gael this time. "It'll be alright," he says to her, then to Zarelin, "I think it's time."
Zarelin latches onto K'gor as the voice of experience, and asks frantically, "What's wrong with her?"
(flight) K'gor joined channel.
Calennoth> Calennoth snarls toward Valoroth, hissing.
Calennoth> Valoroth makes a low rumbling like an earthquake, crouching low to the ground, eyes ablaze in crimsons and violets. His jaws hang open as he scans the grounds, searching for a kill. With a heave, he dives in towards the flocks, talons extended to grab.
Zarelin rises to her feet uncertainly, her eyes wide with confusion and fear.
K'gor almost reaches to steady Zarelin, then thinks better of it. "This way," he says gently, herding her away from Gael. "You need to get someplace more private.
I'von walks from the north part of the half-circle.
I'von has arrived.
Zarelin follows the voice of authority more out of reflex than anything else.
Gael suddenly ohs as something clicks.
I'von walks in quickly, avoiding Zarelin's glance. "Anyone seen Indy about?" He's holding a medium-sized package.
K'gor is guiding Zarelin out of the Weyrhall, towards the bowl entrance. His eyes flick up, noticing I'von. "She'll be far from here right now," he says.
Zarelin is near K'gor, who's herding her out of the weyrhall. Her expression is confused and frightened, and she stumbles.
I'von looks confused. "Hmm? Why would she be away?"
K'gor says flatly, "To keep Marelith and Calennoth separate."
I'von pales. "Is she...? Oh, no... Pyrianth!"
Gael looks oddly relieved.
I'von's eyes go distant as he tries to communicate with his dragon.
K'gor carefuly helps Zarelin steady herself. "The guest weyr," he says without explanation.
I'von looks panicked. "I need to get out of here, Pyrianth! We need to get out..."
K'gor glances back at I'von, and quietly hopes he won't have to try to steer him out as well.
Calennoth> Calennoth roars with anger, her eyes on the elderly bronze.
I'von looks panickedly at K'gor. "He won't leave!"
Zarelin stumbles out of the weyrhall, unaware of the exact exit. She caroms off the wall on her way out.
You walk towards the north part of the Half-Circle.
Honalee Weyr -*- North Part of Half-Circle
Dragons swoop and glide overhead, their shadows crossing the ground, in and out of weyrs, above the tall cliffs, out over the sea. Waves crash, off to the east, against the pale sand. Directly north is the arch into the weyrhall, and the rest of the inner weyr beyond it. Off to the east is the north beach, and to the west, the massive arch of the dragon infirmary.
Contents:
Pyrianth
Xidrenth
Hevicolith
Raduth
Tseraith
Obvious exits:
East West Centre WeyrHall
Calennoth> Valoroth hunches over a felled, screaming herdbeast, and lets his eyes fall on the bright queen. His hide glimmers for a moment, as though a wave of fire passed over it, and with his eyes locked on her, he dips his muzzle, and wrenches off the greater portion of the beast's neck and shoulder, to drain its blood without eating it.
I'von walks from the Weyrhall.
I'von has arrived.
K'gor walks from the Weyrhall.
K'gor has arrived.
Pyrianth bugles proudly.
Gael walks from the Weyrhall.
Gael has arrived.
I'von says "No! Pyrianth!"
K'gor catches up with Zarelin, and makes sure she's still meandering in the right direction. He looks back again. "I'von, why are you fighting him?"
I'von looks frightened. "I can't let him fly! Indy.. we need metallics.."
Zarelin staggers her way to the west through the crowd of people.
You walk towards the northwest part of the half-circle.
Honalee Weyr -*- Northwest Part of Half-Circle
Dragon-shadows cross the ground as their great makers slide across the bowl overhead, high above the deep brown cliffs that reach into the sky. The great arch of the infirmary, large enough for a dragon or two to pass through, towers to the northwest, and south along the curve of the cliff is Green Lake, while the entrance to the inside of the weyr is to the east.
Contents:
Fith(#421Jaeps)
Isailth
Obvious exits:
Talith's Weyr INFirmary East South Centre
In the north part of the half-circle, Pyrianth bugles again, more insistently.
In the north part of the half-circle, K'gor frowns... maybe his head is'n't as clear as it usually is either. "If it's too late, it's too late. If you can't get him to leave with you, just let him chase."
In the north part of the half-circle, I'von says "Pyrianth..."
In the north part of the half-circle, I'von looks around, unable to react. He finally gives in unhappily.
(flight) I'von joined channel.
In the north part of the half-circle, K'gor goes off after Zarelin,
leaving I'von to take care of Pyrianth.
K'gor walks from the north part of the half-circle.
K'gor has arrived.
Zarelin uses the wall of the Weyr's cliff for a support, feeling her way toward somewhere.
I'von walks from the north part of the half-circle.
I'von has arrived.
(flight) K'gor hums... K'dor's about to drop off on us.
(flight) I'von tests.
K'gor again catches up with Zarelin, sense and experience winning out for the moment. He steers her on a more direct course towards the guest weyr, trying to hurry her along a little without making her stumble.
You walk towards the west part of the half-circle.
Honalee Weyr -*- West Part of Half-Circle
Dragons slip across the sky overhead, going in and out of their weyrs in the high cliffs of dark brown stone, and the cliff wall curves around in its half-circle, as if gathering the weyr in. Off to the west is the sandy shore of Green Lake, and farther south along the wall you see the immense arch of the hatching grounds, and to the north, another massive arch for the dragon infirmary.
Obvious exits:
LakeShore North South Centre
K'gor walks from the northwest part of the half-circle.
K'gor has arrived.
I'von walks from the northwest part of the half-circle.
I'von has arrived.
(flight) Zarelin: we might as well just go to my ledge... I dunno where the guest weyr is. :)
(flight) K'gor: OKay, I was wrong about the location of the guest weyr. Yeah... as good as any I suppose.
(flight) I'von: Where tdo the dragons go?
(flight) K'gor: The feeding grounds. They're blooding already.
Calennoth> From the sky just above the half-circle, Pyrianth wings from the north part of the half-circle.
From the lower sky, Pyrianth wings from the north part of the half-circle.
Calennoth> Calennoth lashes her tail in her foul mood, hissing once more.
From the lower sky, Pyrianth wings towards the feeding grounds.
Calennoth> Pyrianth wings from the sky just above the half-circle.
Calennoth> Pyrianth has arrived.
Calennoth> Calennoth adds a snarl to the newly-arrived Pyrianth, edging away from him.
You walk towards the southwest part of the half-circle.
Honalee Weyr -*- Southwest Part of Half-Circle
Dark brown cliffs rise high up into the sky, dotted with ledges, and dragons glide overhead, their shadows floating over the ground. The immense entrance to the hatching cavern looms to the southwest, surrounded by the queens' ledges, with two ledges occupied: Senior Queen Marelith's to the west, and Junior Queen Calennoth's to the south. Farther north you can see the lakeshore, and to the east, the feeding grounds. The immense entrance to the hatching cavern looms to the southwest, surrounded by the queens' ledges. Farther north you can see the lakeshore, and to the east, the feeding grounds.
Obvious exits:
Calennoth's Ledge Marelith's Ledge Hatching Grounds North East Centre
Calennoth> Pyrianth dips down and lands on the ground.
K'gor walks from the west part of the half-circle.
K'gor has arrived.
You head up the stairs to Calennoth's ledge.
Calennoth's Ledge(#862Rh)
This double-wide ledge is scarred with the clawmarks of past residents of the weyr behind it. The opening is large enough to allow even the largest queen to pass, and the stone of the ledge is wide enough to allow two very large dragons to sun on it. You notice a set of steps leading down to the half-circle to one side as well.
Obvious exits:
Weyr Stairs
K'gor comes up the stairs from the half-circle.
K'gor has arrived.
I'von comes out of the weyr.
I'von has arrived.
Calennoth> From the sky just above the half-circle, Therith wings from the centre of the half-circle.
Calennoth> From the sky just above the half-circle, Therith wings towards the middle sky above the half-circle.
Calennoth> From the sky just above the half-circle, Therith wings from the middle sky above the half-circle.
Calennoth> Therith wings from the sky just above the half-circle.
Calennoth> Therith has arrived.
(flight) K'dor joined channel.
Calennoth> Valoroth abandons the limp carcass on the field, and turns his gory head to regard the newest arrivals. His eyes flash, and he draws up a thundering roar in challenge to them, fanning his caramel wings.
Calennoth> Calennoth lashes her tail some more as another male arrives, then finally leaps into the air, landing on a herdbeast.
Calennoth> Pyrianth lashes out at a herdbeast, neatly skewering one on his teeth with practiced skill.
Calennoth> Therith sprockets across the bowl at lightspeed -- he's not going to miss *this* one, no, not even at the behest of an irritable rider. Therith even spares the dragon queen a glance as he zeroes in on a plump herdbeast, mighty talons rendering it, ah, dead, as neck departs spine. With a mighty, brassy trumpet, the bronze bellows into the air for the sake of bellowing, and sucks some good 'ol guts for a moment.
K'dor comes up the stairs from the half-circle.
K'dor has arrived.
Calennoth> Pyrianth disembowels the beast and quickly makes fast work of it.
K'dor slinks in, looking as a child who's just been reprimanded by a stern parent. Or told to Go-Between-I'm-Chasing-This-One-LikeItOrNot by a certain bronze dragon that shall remain nameless. Glancing up at Zarelin oddly, he swallows, tugging on his collar.
I'von looks bewildered and upset, shuffling off to a corner.
Zarelin shivers, arms around her body as she paces across the ledge, back and forth, lost in her dragon's emotions and actions.
Calennoth> Valoroth swings his head back to Calennoth, then away... he will follow suit. He unucoils, lunging low over the ground, to arrow down on another cluster of slow, dumb 'beasts. He thrusts a foreclaw down as he passes over, the force of the blow cracking the creature's spine and ribcage, then wheels back to claim the catch. Again, his eyes return to the queen as the squirming beast's life drains down his throat. He radiates a single thought, possession.
I'von looks up forlornly at Zarelin.
Calennoth> Calennoth claws apart the belly of her choice herdbeast, hesitating over the steamy entrails.
Zarelin grits her teeth. "No..." she murmurs. "No meat..." At least she remembered /this/ bit of her training.
Calennoth> Calennoth bellows rage and defiance of her rider, reaching down toward the choice guts of the beast.
K'gor positions himself stolidly near one of the walls, his grey eyes firm, but losing their focus gradually. "Blood," he says so low it's nearly a rumble, definitely a command.
Calennoth> Pyrianth bugles loudly and springs at a smaller herdbeast, grabbing it with his claw and snapping its neck open. He bloods the beast and lifts his crimson muzzle to bugle at the gold.
Calennoth> Therith springs straightaway from the corpse of his first course to a second herdbeast, impaling it with coppery claws. Shredding arteries, faceted gaze rests upon his meal, restrained partially by the plea of his lifemate
Zarelin clenches her hands into fists and stops her pacing, unconsciously turning to face the feeding grounds. "You will NOT eat!" she shouts in command to her queen. "Blood ONLY!"
(flight) K'dor will never remember MUSH doesn't like semicolons. :(
Calennoth> Therith's gaze rests upon his meal, restrained partially by the plea of his lifemate -- Therith Sucks.
(flight) I'von: Whew. First flight. Ugh.
Calennoth> Calennoth hesitates again, then submits to her rider, clamping down on the neck of the herdbeast and sucks down the lifeblood.
(flight) K'gor wonders if we're going to compete for goriness in blooding, or if we shoul d just get it over with. :)
(flight) Zarelin: I'll get one more herdbeast and then go.
(flight) Zarelin had to put in the obligatory defiance/submission fight. :)
K'dor sinks down the side of the wall, gaze fearful as it darts around the weyr. Hugging his knees, he clenches his fist, concentrating.
Calennoth> Pyrianth springs into the air, skimming lowly over the herd and grabs another beast in his jaws, the force of his grab nearly snapping the beast in two. He bugles proudly and strongly as he also make quick work of this one.
I'von stays in the back of the weyr, trying to keep as far away from Zarelin as possible.
Calennoth> Calennoth avoids the males as she takes down another herdbeast that stampedes past where she is, settling herself on it with unfurled wings as she downs its blood. Then, she lifts her head and eyes the males, her hide glowing a brighter gold before she is off with the glitter of transparent golden sails, a puff of dust left by her passage to drift onto the dead herdbeasts' carcasses.
Calennoth> Valoroth rises slowly over the last corpse as its struggles ebb and cease, and looks for livlier prey. He chages, barreling into the milling herd, ramming down a wherry buck with his head, rolling it onto its back, and driving his teeth into its flesh.
Calennoth> You wing towards the sky just above the half-circle.
Calennoth> Honalee Weyr -*- Lowest Sky Above Half-Circle(#326RJ)
Calennoth> All around you and above you, dragons fly, as even in such a small weyr there is always someone going somewhere. Their shadows cross over you, tracing their paths on the ground, as they take off and land from the communal ledges, and pop in and out of /between/. You are not far above the weyr, close enough to be easily seen and heard by those on the ground, and the sound of the ocean waves is still strong below.
Calennoth> The weyr spreads out below you, just a short swoop to any part of the bowl.
Calennoth> Obvious exits:
Calennoth> Up Down
Calennoth> From the feeding grounds, Therith lifts his head to trumpet once more, not quite as defiant -- yet. Leaping from corpse to fresh blood, he swats off another's head and drinks, but for a moment as his prize takes flight. Therith follows suit--
Calennoth> Therith wings from the feeding grounds.
Calennoth> Therith has arrived.
Calennoth> From the feeding grounds, Pyrianth screams loudly, uncoiling his sinewy legs and springing up into the air following the beatiful golden dragon.
Calennoth> Pyrianth wings from the feeding grounds.
Calennoth> Pyrianth has arrived.
Calennoth> From the feeding grounds, Valoroth's head pulls up so quickly, the wherry's ribcage comes out with it. He drops it, roaring his claim, and launches up after the others.
Calennoth> Valoroth wings from the feeding grounds.
Calennoth> Valoroth has arrived.
Calennoth> Calennoth quickly rises above the males, her headstart and larger size giving her the advantage. She loops around on thermals, bugling her independence and triumph.
Zarelin sighs and her head sags a little bit as the contest of wills is completed. A warm smile erupts on her face as Calennoth revels in her freedom.
Calennoth> Therith bursts skyward, wings extended full-swing as he's carried higher and higher. Not high enough, apparently: Therith wants, Therith *needs* the golden dragon, every ounce of draconic muscle pouring into his climb.
I'von swallows, a veritable wave of emotions washing over his young face.
Calennoth> Pyrianth strains his wings mightily, gaining speed and momentum. He's not going to let some stuffy bronzes fly /his/ queen. Pyrianth bugles defiantly at the queen and pour his heart and soul into capturing this beautiful dragon. Wings flap strongly, taking the brown dart up to the higher atmosphere where Calennoth dances.
Calennoth> Valoroth rises with feverish speed, old muscles pulsing, great wings making deep rushing sounds as they hurl the dragon forward and upward. His gentle demeanor is swallowed by something almost like meanace. It is /his/ queen he chases,. The claims of the other males enrage him only further, and fuel his will to be the one to have Calennoth.
Calennoth> Calennoth skitters through a low-lying cloud, bursting through the other side joyously, her tail lashing some more as she pounces upon another cloud, the vapor clinging to her body and making the golden shine of her hide sparkle in the clear air.
Calennoth> Therith aborts his ascent just under that cloud, the tip of his broad tail drawing faint wisps from it. Pressing forward, driven forward, Therith's youthful energy dares not flag at such a moment, and it holds true -- for all his massive figure, the sky under his wing supports him like a feather as he arrows toward his prize.
Calennoth> Calennoth banks away with a screech worthy of any good wherry as she spies the males catching up and violating HER air supremacy.
Calennoth> Valoroth's eyes never leave the alluring vision that makes sport with them, still high above. She is perfection on wing, a glory standing by the sun, outshining it a hundred times. Force of wil drive the old bronze to fly harder, every inch of his being strained towards breaking,, to outstrip the others.
Calennoth> Pyrianth rises above the cloud and flicking his tail upwards and snapping the rest of his agile body downwards, folding his wings into his body, diving down towards the golden dragon which is rightfully his. He looks only to her, striving to prove that he's better than those other bronzes.
(flight) I'von blahs. Lag.
Calennoth> Calennoth eyes the males with a hiss, evidently having decided to wreak havoc with the other dragons, banking on one wingtip and barrelling toward that speck of brown.
Calennoth> Therith pivots, angling after Calennoth as she banks, striving to remain *just* a bit downward, and leftward of the queen who is, as far as Therith is concerned, the best thing since Oxygen. Wings and muscles still working at full force, Therith's youth and size provide for his stamina while his determination provides self-assurance. IThinkICanIThinkICanIThinkI...
Calennoth> Valoroth lets out a snarl, heat rising up from his body and burning in his head. He will not let those young whelps get closer to his queen! He charges in, crowding Therith, using Calennoth's distraction with the brown to best advantage to get closer without her noticing.
Calennoth> Pyrianth bugles at the golden dart, flicking his tail like a rudder to turn and meet Calennoth. He opens one wing to turn on a dime as he flips over and continues his fast descent down. Browns are more agile than those snotty bronzes, anyday. He strives to a spot just ahead of the fast moving queen, his desire and need to have Calennoth as his own evident in his whirling rainbow eyes.
Calennoth> Calennoth taunts all three males with a flick of her tail as she sidles past Pyrianth, quickly turning and rising away from the on-coming Weyr cliff, carolling her defiance to the bronzes and brown as her wings puff open and strain to get her bulk back up into the air without becoming a splat on the rock.
Calennoth> Therith is quick to risk everything, urging even more out of his straining limbs in an attempt to bridge the gap between Callennoth and the older bronze, blocking all upward passage directly below himself. He can only concentrate on this manuever for a moment, before returning his attention solely to his object of desire. Ascending rapidly, silent determination reigns behind three pairs of 'lids and some facets, too.
Calennoth> Pyrianth screams in frustration as the queen slides by, opening both wings now to break his fall and looping around as he twists upright, his tail flicking quickly in the opposite direction. He sees the cliff and uses his lighter mass and better agility to rise underneath the golden dragon, his neck straining to reach /his/ dragon while avoiding the hard rock face.
Calennoth> Valoroth extends his pinions as well, spotting the danger as Calennoth moves out of the way to reveal it. But his bulk is less than the great queen's, and he uses the slight advantage in maneuvering to let the arc of his flight path bring him closer hers. He doesn't need to thnk about his flying, his flying is obeying his instincts flawlessly already.
Calennoth> Calennoth apparently starts tiring as the males get closer and closer to her, and she screams defiance again, flipping over into a roll away from all three, her bulk slowing her down as she corners like a semi.
(flight) I'von chuckles. A bit of an anachronism? :)
(flight) K'gor grins. How about a river barge then?
(flight) Zarelin tickles I'von and grins.
(flight) K'dor ponders dragon-bumper-stickers? . o O (This vehicle makes wide...)
(flight) Zarelin ponders as well. << How am I flying? Drum the Weyr at dot-dot-dot, dash-dash-dash, dot-dot-dot. >>
Calennoth> Pyrianth loops up, narrowly missing the cliff face, and rises above the queen, now flipping upright as she rolls away. He's got the advantage here, she's always been his! He flicks his tail up anxiously as he starts his descent, bugling as he sees the queen is tiring. He folds his wings to his body to become a brown dart again, straining to beat out those other stuffy bronzes. Browns /can/ and /will/ fly golds!
Calennoth> Valoroth can feel the heat from the bodies around him, his nostrils flare from the mixing scents of chasers and chasee. : brakes, intending to pass over Therith, and cut the corner on the inside of Calennoth's turn. His hide trembles in tention and anticipation, ready to close the gap when an advantage shows.
(flight) I'von laughs. :) Bugle if you love...?
Calennoth> Therith nears running on empty, which means he's got about nine gallons left or so, depending on who you ask. Therith, for one, isn't checking the odomoter -- he'd fly *anywhere* for this one. At least, that's what he thinks as he rolls after his prize, cutting a little of the enormous queen's turn, he's once again in pursuit. Bronzes /can/ and /do/ fly golds. Thertih'll show them. He'll show them /all/.
Calennoth> Calennoth puts on a spurt to show those males who can fly and who can't, cutting her corner even tighter, then squealing and backwinging in surprise as she nearly piles into Valoroth. She darts away, but the males are close... too close.
(flight) K'gor's roommate picks a fine time t come home and start chatting to him. :P
(flight) Zarelin: Pose your attempts, gentlemen.
Calennoth> Valoroth feels the wind from Calennoth's wings, and decides it is time. She will come no closer by choice. His sinuous neck stretches out quickly, his head bent to an angle to try to snare the queen before she can escape him.
Calennoth> Pyrianth screams at the close queen... she's his! He darts down just in front of the queen, opening his wings with a *fwap* slowing his descent almost to a halt. His tail flicks out an reaches for Calennoth, straining to entangle the queen's neck in his embrace before the other males can get a chance.
Zarelin gasps as Calennoth falters, and her eyes dart to the three men surrounding her as their dragons surround her queen.
Calennoth> Therith lunges, drives, screams forward, every last ounce of draconic testosterone, adrenaline, and any other chemical that's floating around in there poured into his thrust. Now or never. Therith's heedless of the tiny voice that inquires how many more miles, or can we go home now -- Therith can and must only succeed. He's seen others do it, but this is *his* turn, and at last, for there are no other males, to him. Muscles bulge, legs tucked neatly, he plunges--
(flight) Zarelin: Thank you, guys, for flying Calennoth Air. Please return your dragons into the upright position and buckle your seatbelts for the catch.
(flight) K'gor snickers.
I'von's hands are in tight fists as he closes his eyes tightly.
(flight) I'von chuckles. Emergency exits are here, here and here...
(flight) K'dor: No smoking until directly after the flight..
K'dor looks up sharply, eyes wide, muscles as tense as his lifemate's.
(flight) I'von: We have complimentary cocktails for those flying business class, available at the door...
Calennoth> Calennoth shrieks as the young bronze and brown crowd her, both diving for her. She backwings again, avoiding both neatly. Then she remembers that there's another bronze out there, who promptly collapses onto her back and snares her. There is nary a creak in Valoroth as he claims his prize.
K'gor's hands clench to fists, and he draws in a harsh breath through his teeth, eyes squeezing shut. He looks like a sailor on deck, waiting to be hit by the storm.
I'von screams out in emotional pain and frustration, echoing his dragon's cry.
Calennoth> Therith careens on past the queen, still convinced for a moment he's won -- oh. She's...there. With. Not a sound emerges as he plummets back to Pern, ready as always to be reprimanded for partaking in such siliness in the first place. --Another day.
K'dor stands, quickly, growling as he sprints out.
Calennoth> Pyrianth bugles in frustration as the older bronze claims his prize. He flaps down to the ground hissing angrily.
K'dor heads down the stairs to the half-circle.
K'dor has left.
Calennoth> Therith has left.
I'von uncoils his tense muscles and springs out of the weyr.
I'von heads down the stairs to the half-circle.
I'von has left.
Calennoth> Pyrianth wings towards the south beach.
Calennoth> Pyrianth has left.
(flight) I'von left channel.
Calennoth> Valoroth's neck, tail and body entwined with the gold, wings straining to help support the weight of two after having worked so hard already. He rumbles with warmth, fighting off exhaustion until later.
Calennoth> Pyrianth wings from the south beach.
Calennoth> Pyrianth has arrived.
Calennoth> Pyrianth wings towards the west portion of the half-circle.
Calennoth> Pyrianth has left.
Zarelin staggers into her weyr.
You head into the weyr.
Calennoth's Weyr(#868R)
This, one of the largest weyrs in all of Honalee, has two couches in the main chamber. They are both very large, evidence of having housed bronze and gold dragons in the past. There are warm tapestries on the walls, keeping out some of the chill. A curtained alcove at the far end of the weyr leads to the private sleeping quarters of Calennoth's rider. There are a few bits of furniture at the human end of the weyr, like a desk, and a rack for Zarelin's scrolls.
Obvious exits:
Out
K'gor comes in from the ledge.
K'gor has arrived.
K'gor follows, of course, eyes riveted to the weyrwoman since the catch was made.
Calennoth> Calennoth croons softly as her mate claims her, high above
the Weyr, letting him hold her aloft.
Zarelin turns and realizes who caught Cal. "K'gor?" she whispers.
DTU: Calennoth senses that Valoroth sends a flood of feelings, from warm to burning, flying in perfect tandem.
K'gor's voice is low, still only partially present, "I'm here." His feet carry him by their own volition towards Zarelin.
DTU: Valoroth senses that Calennoth returns your flood of feelings, rumbling with a new kind of triumph as her wings keep her near you.
Zarelin reaches toward K'gor, half blindly.
K'gor's hands meet Zarelin's, and pass then. He takes her in his arms, and pulls her firmly to him.
Zarelin's breath whooshes out as K'gor reels her in like a fishie, and she looks up at his flushed face, licking her lips.
DTU: Calennoth senses that Valoroth's feelin gof triumph on the other hand is an old one, yet in a way new again.
Zarelin claws at K'gor's riding jacket.
K'gor kisses those lips firmly, his hold unyeilding. His hands find the collar of Zarelin's jacket as well, nfastening it and pulling it apart and back.
Zarelin shivers to let K'gor get her out of her jacket, pushing him toward the pile of furs in the back corner of the weyr, letting her jacket fall to the stone floor.

[ The dragons go to my ledge. ]

Calennoth> Valoroth settles down to some serious draconic snuggling.
Calennoth> Calennoth curls up with Valoroth in a puddle of bronze and gold.
K'gor watches the jacket fall, and lets his arms loose, being pushed back. "Did I mention that Valoroth won?" he murmurs, before nearly tripping on the furs.
Zarelin chuckles low in her throat. "Oh? I hadn't noticed," she replies with amusement, eyes on K'gor's chest.

[ Aaaaaand, cut! ]

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