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03-06-01: Keroon or bust!
Now that they're free to fly as they please, the draw of flying to nearby Keroon is too much to resist.

You take the southeast passage into the bowl.

Away from Llysereth, W'yn has just dismounted and is fiddling with his clothes, trying to get them back to normal rather than the windswept look. Zymanth bulges a greeting which makes W'yn look around to see who has entered the bowl. Smiling he waves. "Lydiere! Llysereth!"

Away from Llysereth, Llysereth has grown almost graceful, filled out to a smooth, lithe form, and it shows through her gait as she sidles from the barracks, tail swinging behind her in unrestrained joy at being outdoors. A brilliantly crisp warble is awarded to W'yn and Zymanth, to which Lyddie, high within her neckridges, heralds a laugh. "W'yn, Zymanth! Good day to you both."

Away from Llysereth, W'yn cant help catching the grace of this once wobbling dragonet. Zymanth himself echoes this with a croon and a bob of his wedge shaped head. Smiling the pair wander closer over to the emerging pair. Looking up the great height of Llyereth, W'yn smiles. "And to you, going for a flight?" he asks criously, wondering if it might aid him to mount Zymanth that shout up.

Lydiere gives an affirming nod, her dark hair blowing in the wind as she attempts rapidly to pull it away from her face, and tie it behind her head. "Indeed we are--I think. Llysereth has a great desire to explore the sky again." Stress falls upon the 'again', but not with distaste. The young gold responds to Zymanth with a dainty croon, swinging her head towards him as she whuffles.

Away from Llysereth, W'yn chuckles at the again and knows what she means. Looking from the pair to the Bronze by his side the two seem to converse for a moment. With the wedge shaped head cocked down to his rider, it looks rather an amusing portrait. Nodding then W'yn turns back to Lydiere. "Would you two mind abit of company?" Looking about him he smiles. "We just got back from over the Big Bay but Zy wouldn't mind going out again.."

"Company," opines Lydiere with a warm smile--although her face is all but obscured by the sun behind her, which turns Llysereth's hide to a brighter hue--"Would be much enjoyed. Llysereth agrees." Warbling again, the young dragon verbalizes her agreement, as she adds, "Is Zy--do you mind if I call him that, I never did ask--like Llysereth; always thrilled at the idea of flight?"

Away from Llysereth, Before W'yn answers he decides its best fo mount, save shouting. Even with Zymanths great height, which still unnerves the boy sometimes, he is still short to the queen, but not as much as W'yn is on the ground. Mounting and then strapping himself up he nods. "Sure, call him Zy, he does not mind" His eyes suddenly unfocus as his lifemate makes him add. "He perferes it to 'the bulk bronze..'" Chuckling W'yn nods then. "Oh he does..he is a clumbsy oaf on the ground but in the air.." W'yn beams with pure pride and grins.

Away from Llysereth, Zymanth crouches as low as he possibly can, allowing W'yn to scrabble up the straps and take his place upon the neck.

Lydiere chuckles softly, shifting herself as she secures the straps about her more tightly. "Zy, then. Llysereth doesn't seem to like nicknames. I tried 'Llys', which didn't go down too well." The young dragon huffs, although with affection to her rider, as if to make a comment that goes unsaid. "He and Llysereth have some in common, then. Shall we be off?"

Away from Llysereth, W'yn takes full note not to use nicknames for Llysereth. Chuckling he nods to Zy. "Dont want to annoy Llysereth now do we!" Looking up then and checking he is all safe. He runns his hands though his hair for a moment before smiling. "Lets!" His hand signal shows that with all respect he will follow.

"That would never do," agrees Lydiere with a wry chuckle, her nose wrinkling slightly at the hand signal. "Bother you--can't we just both go up together?" She winks, probably visible now that they are closer in height, and Llysereth pushes back at the ground, angling herself aloft with a long draft of air current, flowing beneath her pale wings.

You spread your mighty wings and leap into the air, surging upwards.

Away from Llysereth, Zymanth surges up from below, wings beating.

Away from Llysereth, Zymanthsoon is level with Llyereth and so W'yn chuckles. "Sure, side by side." he offers. Zymanths wings beating slowly to keep pace and to keep the two riders at the same level. Looking all about him then he wonders. "Where to?"

Away from Llysereth, Llysereth gathers air within her wings with a nearly sensuous touch, belying her innocent nature with it's rapture. "Side by side. Good," affirms Lyddie, peering out over the weyr, and the sea beyond. "I'm not sure. There's not really so much to see--ocean, for ever, and ever, almost."

Away from Llysereth, Zymanth turns his head to one side as he watches with much pride, as the gold sweeps along side him. Trilling lightly W'yn laughs. "He wonders about going Keroon way.." Pointing up and over in the vague direction he grins. Suddenly though he has a thought and turns so you can see his expression. "Are we actually allowed to leave Ista now?" The bronze's movement making W'yn rise and fall slowly and steadily, the ease of this surprising for the normaly clumbsy one.

Away from Llysereth, Llysereth trills in return, her voice a sweet note amid the wide spaces that she love so well. "Keroon way? Well--" she pauses, then grins, eyes lighting. "I don't see why not. We're allowed to fly freely." It may not have been actually said, but Lyddie is straining at the seams, wants to get out. "He flies well," she adds.

Away from Llysereth, Zymanth would flush as his rider passes on the completemt. Instead he does a slow barrel roll, so for a second he mirrors the gold, his feet up and level with her own, then with one other sweep he is on the other side of Llysereth, a very windswept W'yn hold on for dear life. "Well...he..he thankyou." Pointing then he grings. "To keroon then, plus I have not seen anyone about anyhow!"

Away from Llysereth, Zymanth rises higher in the sky, becoming a dot far away.

You rise higher in the sky, Ista Weyr growing smaller behind you.

Away from Llysereth, Llysereth hurtles after Zymanth, modestly restraining any attempt to mimic his roll; she is just *too* big for that. "Welcome," notes her rider, amused, as they pull after the bronze and his rider, golden wings furling slightly as they circle through the sky. "Keroon it is! I don't see why we shouldn't; it's part of our sweep area, anyway."

Away from Llysereth, W'yn makes Zymanth stop showing off and understand that even if he likes doing that sort of thing, W'yn still has to look up for sky and down for land. "Zy! Slow.." As he catches the shimmering gold out of his periferal vision, W'yn turns to Lydi and blushes. "Sorry about that, warned you hed start showing off..seems that on the ground he hated being the group clown and is now wanting to show all..like he did with dancing about J'eys green the other day!" Shaking his head then he points to the hold. "The hold then?"

Lydiere's head shakes, and she notes, "I don't mind, nor Llysereth. She admires it." The gold trills, swooping downwards with a gentle sweep of her wings, a yelp from Lyddie signaling the action as a surprising one. "Dancing about Tiregeth?" she queries, as Llysereth gains speed, her voice all but lost in the wind and air-rush. Eventually she gives up, simply pointing, as best she can, towards the hold.

You head towards Keroon Hold.

Away from Llysereth, Zymanth approaches from the main road.

Away from Llysereth, W'yn shakes his head as Zymanth speeds to catch up. "Remeber I told you I was helping J'ey get to grips with flying. Zymanth got bored and started twirling about while the green flew about the bowl." W'yn giggles then and smiles. "He was doing it more to release stress I think.." Watching Llysereth come into line with Zymanth he cant help note the streamline of her and he smiles. "You have looked after her well!" He notes, no patches anywhere.

"Oh!" exclaims Lydiere, her head twisting into a rapid-fire nod, as Llysereth comes into a hover not so far above the ground, "I remember, yes. Of course." She breaks off further comments, smoothing her hand against her lifemate's hide at the compliment; "Thank you! I've certainly done my best. You, of course, have done equally well with Zy."

Away from Llysereth, W'yn can help admiting that he is pleased to heard the complement from Lydiere. As Zymanth wings to hover not far from the ground, W'yn points to the Southern Meadow. "Shall we land for a moment there.." if the truth be known, that stunt his dragon pulled has put his clothes all over the place and he really needs to sort them out. Smiling broadly then he chuckles. "Together then?"

Away from Llysereth, Llysereth pushes onwards regardless, maneouvering the currents close to the ground with an expert hand, whilst Lydiere agrees. "Together is good--and yes, that sounds fine. Nice to get out, see where we are."

All you head is the sounds of animals and the crunch of dirt under your bootheals as you near the Hold.

Away from Llysereth, W'yn takes hold of the straps to leaver himself over to one side, then with arms in the air he slides down the front quaters to land with a 'thud' on the ground, tumbling a step forward before he is steady on his feet.

Llysereth's lowered forelimb proves a perfect perch, allowing you an easy advent to the ground below--where Llysereth's loving gaze captures yours for a brief moment of solitary adoration.

W'yn , once stable, sorts himself out while Lydiere and Llysereth have a moment together. He smiles at the closeness and his glad his friend seems more happy with the situation. Looking about himself he streches. "As long as Zippith says nothing we should be fine. I spotted him by the beach at home.." he offers with a chuckle. Turning to Lydi then he wonders. "Do you think we will be allowed between soon? Maybe we should 'learn' this place for future reference?"

Lydiere turns from Llysereth, who warbles after her rider--weyrling, perhaps, still--the young woman moving closer towards W'yn; "You're smiling. Any particular reason?" She tosses a strand of hair fallen free from her messy hairdressing over her shoulder, nodding. "Zippith isn't too bad. Neither is R'yn, although he's an awful flirt. Scalliwag, really." She hesitates, then shrugs. "I expect so. We're fairly close to graduation, after all. Do you *know* how to 'learn' a place, though?"

W'yn cocks his head lightly, which is echoed by the dragonic head which is arcing over his shoulder. "I was smiling?" He chuckles and nods then. "I was, In a way pleased to see you and Llysereth absorbed in each other for a moment. I was worried a few months ago, about.." he does not finish as he is sure Lydi is aware what. Chuckling lightly he nods. "R'yn had a go at you too eh? OH! not that he has on me..no no..but Ive seen him about.." he adds grinning. As he runs fingers though his hair W'yn suddenly drops the smile as Zymanth croons. "you know..I dont know how to learn somewhere..I.." he shrugs.

Lydiere's lips flick into a half-smile, nearly rueful, whilst her head nods in slow understanding. "Ah. That. We have our differences." But by her expression--defined, relaxed, calm--all is well. "R'yn's horrible. Yes, he had a go--something about wanting to test his skills, and get a real opinion on them. Then he realized that I was still a weyrling, and he's better now." She winks, chuckling with her usual eclectic sound. "Me, either. So I guess we'll wait, and see what S'va tells us."

W'yn cant help but chuckle along with the contagious laugh, while Zymanth rumbles to Llysereth. "You know, maybe I should be glad Im male!" He chuckles but then winces at the immage his mind gives him. "Oh, something I dont want to think about.." Looking about himself then he smiles. "You know, this would make a great place to come and relax and well, get away from things for a while..2

Zymanth streches one wing then the other, his earler fluid motions now rather cumbersome again as he wobbles slightly. His head tilting with an apologetic glance to his rider as his wings cause a cloud of dust to rise slightly.

Llysereth sniffs discouragingly, as much as a dragon can, her tail flicking about her as she coils, protective. A worried expression crosses Lydiere's face, fading almost immediately. "You might well be lucky! He's not all that bad, though. And he's honest in admitting he doesn't love his women. Only one, and that one doesn't love him back. Lymera, I think, but don't quote me on that." She parts her lips in a smile, then nods, "It would, I think. I like holds. Tillek was always great like that."

For a time W'yn goes along with thoughts as he has had in the past about love and the like, but at the talk of the hold he puts them to the back of his mind until he is once again alone with time to think, mainly with Zymanth asleep. Only his changing facial expressions show the thought process going on. His eyes then flicker to Lydieres face and he frowns, catching the worried expression. "Whats wrong? Do you need to get back or something?" Stepping away from the bronze to look about he smiles. "Rather deserted though dont you think.."

"Oh! No, no." Lyddie gives another glance towards Llysereth, who uncoils again, stretching out beneath the sun, her eyelids shutting two by two. "Just Llysereth--she had another upset, over the mention of flirting. She's a prude." A huff, from the gold, who comes awake to snort, disgusted, at her rider. She chuckles. "It looks that way."

W'yn giggles at the thought of a prudent gold but that suddenly turns to wide-eyed stair as he suddenly points at Zymanth "Him?" then at his own chest "Me?" suddenly realising that the queen got protective here. W'yn then smiles lightly to Lydiere and nods. "Youve got to help her with that right? to see the other side.." Wrong wording me thinks!

Lydiere's expression turns confused for a moment, then clears, as she chuckles, nonetheless serious. "I certainly have to try. As yet, with no success, although it is difficult, still being a weyrling. 'The Other Side'. Nice wording you've got there. I would tend to use something less...less...Well, anyway." Llysereth fans her wings, trilling with annoyed nuances. "Bother, Llysereth!"

Zymanth extends his own wings and bulges catching Llysereths annoyance. W'yn then winces and looks about. "Well, now I do hope it is deserted!" Looking about him then and back to Lydiere he nods. "Fancy heading back, getting some refreshments or something?" Himself feeling rather dry in the mouth.

Lydiere turns her gaze from Llysereth to W'yn, then back again, and nods silently. The young dragon continues to make noise--scandalised by the notions projected by Lydiere herself, distraught. "Perhaps she's still too young. Yes, perhaps it would be nice, to head back. She'll calm down, in the air."

Zymanth crouches as low as he possibly can, allowing W'yn to scrabble up the straps and take his place upon the neck.

Llysereth graciously lowers her forelimb for you--allowing an easy passage from forelimb to neckridges with the careful aid of the riding straps. A quiet moment is shared--her love for you manifest in her ever whirling eyes of blue.

Away from Llysereth, W'yn has a rather un-nerving Idea that Zymanth does not want her to calm down in the air. He opens his wings and with one great leape in in the air, circeling lightly giving W'yn a great view of KEroon, but with the pair still in the centre. Waving he laughs. "Look no hands!"

Away from Llysereth, Llysereth pulls after Zymanth--fragile-seemingly wings filling with puffs of air as she shoots higher, lemony neckridges gleaming brilliantly, whilst Lydiere's hair flies behind them, dark against pale. "Egads!" she calls, delighted, nervous.

Away from Llysereth, Zymanth ducks his head underhim now to watch the gleaming gold. His own twarny hide rippling with the suns rais while his mane ruffles about his eager eyes. Turning about so that he seems to be back winging in the air he croons to Llysereth, his tone as if to entice her to dance in the air. W'yn has only one chance to say something all all that is head is. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Lydiere bursts into laughter, the explosive sound ringing through the air, although beaten down by the wind as Llysereth hurtles onwards, taking a dive, and then reaching up once more. Dancing in the air is she, now--inhibitions forgotten as she soars, her size making tricks more difficult, but her velocity added to by mass, and muscle.

You spread your mighty wings and leap into the air, surging upwards.

Away from Llysereth, Zymanth surges up from below, wings beating.

Away from Llysereth, Zymanth is enjoying this and sweeps about the larger dragon with the delicate grace of a feline. His wings used for balance and to steady himself as he wings under and to the side of the Golden dragon. His eyes whirling with enjoyement as he dares her to chase him, a dragonic version of tag or something, or a dragonic flirtation..who knows how their mind words. W'yn is also enjoying the exileration of the flight and calls over to Lydiere. "What a way to travel!"

Away from Llysereth, Llysereth scorns flirtation, but her wingbeats mark her as eager to chase her clutchmate, Lydiere trapped in a wild ride as gold hurtles through the air, sailing expertly through cloud and with thermal, faster, higher, stronger. "Yes!" Words never were Lyddie's forte; she enjoys, her face telling it all.

Away from Llysereth, Zymanthopens his dappled wings as winde as he can, catching the warm air to take him as high as he can possible you. Turning this way and that. Suddenly, without warning to even his rider he closes his winds and plummets. "Eeeeeeeeeee" Once again heard as a flushed faced Wylin dissapears, just as suddenly being pulled out of a dive under the shimmering gold, his paw sliding lightly down the tip of the extended tail before he slows to back away out of reach.

Away from Llysereth, Llysereth's warble is of delight, as she attempts the same trick, and it is Lydiere's turn to plummet down, a stray yelp emerging, then sinking into oblivion as she is cut off. "I think," comes her note, yelled across towards W'yn, "We changed the subject enough." Bad move. Llysereth emits a disgusted croon, shooting off in the direction of the weyr, Zymanth left within her dust.

You rise higher in the sky, Keroon Hold growing smaller behind you.