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04-01-02: Moving day
The packing is complete, and G'wain's ready to leave behind his weyr, and join Lydiere in hers.

Lydiere's arrival - so unusual, and all - is heralded by Llysereth's mostly affable warbled greeting, her rider's more exuberant comment cheerfully lazy; "Ahreluth! -- And G'wain, too, I'm fairly sure. Hi." There's a smile there - broad, beaming even, as she steps away from her lifemate, who promptly makes herself comfortable looking out over the water.

G'wain has all of his things packed up again. It wasn't that hard to run his arm along the shelf, with the basket at the end, now, was it? Sitting on the top of the basket are some hides - Bits and pieces of the story that the pair had started to write. Looking around, G'wain moves to find a sheet... something to cover the basket in transit. "Oh, Lydiere!" he exclaims, burrowing for a moment. Got it. "I was just about to come down..."

"I was beginning to think that you'd come to your senses, and changed your mind," teases Lydiere, without a note of seriousness to her voice. "Need any help, or have I come just in time to miss all the work - as usual?" The hides catch her eye, and she grins, adding, "Faranth, you're not going to *keep* those? The question is, of course, will you - we? - actually get any further."

G'wain covers over the basket and shakes his head. "Come to my senses?" He asks, as if a little distracted. "Oh, right." He chuckles weakly. Just a little off today, it seems. "There wasn't much to do, really. Just sweep everything, and that's not much, into here." he indicates the basket. "And, if course I'm going to. And we will, I'm sure... if we don't get distracted..."

Lydiere's eyebrows raise briefly at G'wain's response, but she shrugs that off, nodding her head in her usual, effervescent manner. "Therein lying the problem, methinks," she agrees, taking a glance about the weyr, then nodding firmly. "Maybe, over a very long period of time..." She trails off, grinning.

G'wain laughs and nods his head. "A very long period of time, if the amount we got done before being distracted is any indication." already he's brightening up, in the wake of Lydiere's cheer. "Still, I'd like to get out of this place. I think it's the dust that gave me that cold, and it's far too gloomy, by far." He starts towards Ahreluth with the basket.

Lydiere's expression, if anything, is innocently lascivious, as she turns to move back towards her own lifemate. "Probably. It makes breathing hard, I've noticed, dust. And it's not altogether attractive." Llysereth raises her large head to give her lifemate a nudge, who merely grins, rubbing at a headknob. "Definitely time to get moving, then. Methinks, though, we can probably come up here if only for the view, on occasion, if we can face the dust."

G'wain moves to fasten the basket with all the things he posseses (And it's not a large basket, at that) onto Ahreluth, and tapping it to make sure that it's all nice and secure, he leaves Ahreluth where he is and moves back to Lydiere. "Last chance to back out..." He offers, with a grin. "We've establishted that I'm not going to..."

Lydiere affects a thoughtful expression, unconvincingly tapping her foot as if in nervousness. "Well, come to think of it..." She's unable to hold the pose, however, and bursts into giggles, head shaking. "No way. If it doesn't work out, fine, but I'm not backing out. I want this." So there.

G'wain chuckles himself, moving to hug Lydiere and acquire a quick kiss for the road. "Let's go, then... shall we?"

G'wain chuckles himself, moving to hug Lydiere and acquire a quick kiss for the road. "Let's go, then... shall we?"

Lydiere slides into the hug, responds to the kiss, and then nods. "We shall. Better not hang around here *too* long - else we'll never make it down there." Llysereth crouches, as Lydiere moves to mount, turning back to grin ruefully towards G'wain.

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, G'wain swings up onto Ahreluth's neck.

Away from Llysereth, Ahreluth bends low to the ground to allow G'wain easy access, and careful of the basket, he launches into the air, hovering to wait for Llysereth. Looks like he can't wait to be out of this place. G'wain leans over to check on the basket - It's not going to drop or anything... or even worse, bear his smallclothes to the breeze.

Away from Llysereth, Llysereth shoots afterward, muscles extending to give her the momentum to take off. She hovers briefly, eyes whirling rapidly as G'wain checks his basket, then wings off - Lydiere glancing behind, beaming, then facing onwards. No looking back?

You take off from Ahreluth's ledge, launching into the sky above.

Away from Llysereth, Ahreluth takes off from Ahreluth's ledge, into the sky.

Away from Llysereth, G'wain makes one last look back at his old weyr... But then, it really wasn't his at any time. He didn't make it his before Lydiere got to him. There are no regrets, and he doesn't even feel sad... Why should he?

Away from Llysereth, Llysereth circles once about the cliff area, Lydiere leaning down to view the view with a thoughtful expression, before gold moves on. Ah - Lydiere gets into the blood, and...She, evidently, is doing nothing but facing forward: space sharing time.

Away from Llysereth, Ahreluth can't see the weyr any longer, and as a point of interest, neither he nor G'wain looked back on it. Forward ho! Again he checks on the basket... He doesn't want anything to fall out, or fly away. Ahreluth waits though -- it is Llysereth and Lydiere's weyr.

Away from Llysereth, Llysereth dives downwards with something resembling a 'whoop' - more of a light rumble, in truth, however. Flying, much fun. Lydiere misses the basket-obsession; instead, she focuses on leaning down, urging Llysereth home. Aww.

You glide down and backwing to land.

Away from Llysereth, Ahreluth glides down and backwings to land nearby.

Away from Llysereth, Following Llysereth down to the ground, Ahreluth touches down, almost trembling with excitement. G'wain a little like that himself, the grin on his face is quite clear, and hugging Ahreluth's neck, he moves to slip off the dragon and to the ground... And he heads straight for the basket. He doens't like his things all out in the open.

Away from Llysereth, Llysereth backswings into a landing, moving to make something resembling a hop rather than a glide onto the expanse of her ledge - a trill enticing Ahreluth onwards. At least - finally - she's become more than a little excited about the idea. Lydiere glances back at last, grin made broadly to both Ahreluth and his rider, "Welcome home."

You make your way up the ramp to Llysereth's Ledge.

Away from Llysereth, Ahreluth moves up the ramp to Llysereth's Ledge.

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.

G'wain swings down from Ahreluth's neck.

G'wain steps into his new home. His new home... That'll be something to get used to, most definately. "Wow..." is all that he can say, really. It's not like she's done anything special, has she? But still, wow. "I've seen it before, I know... it's just that I never saw it as ours, before. It makes it all the more... special."

"Wow?" repeats Lydiere, amused, as she steps past her lifemate, golden tail already sliding towards ledge's edge, tipping lazily. "Agreed. Like--seeing it again, for the first time. Or something like that."

G'wain nods his head. "Yes... like that." Ahreluth waits for Llysereth to settle... Only then can he find a spot that he would want to occupy every day for... the rest of his life, perhaps? Who knows. "I never knew it could be like this... Like I've never seen a weyr before."

Lydiere laughs good naturedly, grabbing for G'wain's arm. "Come on - shall we go in, and leave the dragons to try and make themselves comfortable?" It looks, of course, like that isn't going to take a lot of time; too late, even. Llysereth huffs towards her lifemate once, and then towards Ahreluth, shutting her eyes.

G'wain shrugs back towards Ahreluth, and offers a little advice... which causes Ahreluth to look at him wide eyed. Still, anything's worth a shot... Ahreluth shuffles, as is his style, up to Llysereth and lies down beside her... his own tail snaking towards hers. G'wain with the bad advice? Who knows, just yet. G'wain nods, his arm taken, and he starts towards the inner weyr. "There are definate advantages to a ground weyr."

Llysereth's eyelids dart upwards - all three sets - in surprise, if not precisely alarm, and her tail darts backwards in an immediate reaction. << You shouldn't surprise me like that, >> she notes - with feeling, as the tail...actually creeps back. Sort of. Lydiere, holding tight of that arm, moves inwards. "There are."

You stride into your Weyr.

G'wain strides into Lydiere's Weyr.

Llysereth> Ahreluth is apologetic, really he is. He didn't mean to scare her like that. His own reaction is to move away to the other side of the weyr... That was as good as a rejection, to him. << I won't do it again. >> Is that disappointment, a sad strain to the chello that is his mindvoice?

Llysereth> Llysereth huffs in response, a thoughtful note as her own tail stretches back. Ah - the empathy again. << I didn't mean to be rude, >> states she, firmly. << You can come back, if you want. >>

G'wain enters into the weyr. He's not going to do the whole 'wow' thing, even if he is thinking it. "Now this place, I seem to have a much better recollection of." He grins as he says this, discarding his basket at the doorway. He can see to this later. "I wonder... Is there anything that we can have, to celebrate? Got any wine lying about?" G'wain will promise not to have to much, even.

"Isn't that a bit like asking a weaver if she has thread? I *was* a seacrafter, remember." Lydiere's amused by this, letting go of G'wain's arm while she goes to seek out the required liquid. "Make yourself at home. It is, after all, your home too, now." Although that might take a little bit of getting used to, in reality. Rumaging through one storage space, she comes up with a skin, which is tossed towards G'wain. "Glasses, I'm afraid, however, I don't have."

G'wain catches the skin in both hands, looking for the label. "I suppose so," ha says, brushing a little dust away. It's old, at least. Mmm. Not that G'wain's a wine person. "Who needs glasses, anyway?" He asks, checking the seal and waiting for the ok. He shouldn't wait be he does. It is Lydiere's... and his place, too. It will take some time to get used to, it will. Resolving to make it all the more comfortable, he unseals the skin, and brings it to his nose. "Smells good, it does."

Llysereth> Ahreluth looks warily back at Llysereth, his eyelids half closed. << I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... >> He took G'wain's advice. Never again. Staying where he is, he doesn't make a move back towards her... The damage is done, in his eyes. He doesn't notice her tail, his own curled. He's trying to make himself small.

Lydiere closes the door of the storage unit with a light bang, agreeing; "Glasses're for wusses. Tastes better informal, right out of the 'skin. Go ahead and open it, will you?" She moves to take a seat upon the edge of the table, legs swinging down over the edge. "Does it? I've never noticed - and I certainly can't taste the flavours that all the vintners say are in each wine. I think they make 'em up, myself."

Llysereth> Llysereth's tail flops back onto the ledge, and she shuts her eyes. << I know you didn't. Relax! >> She still loves you. Or -- well, she'll cope.

G'wain chuckles, nodding his head. "I know... And after a few glasses, it make no difference to me. Anyone in the weyr could drink me under the table, I'd think." He shrugs and passes the skin over to Lydiere first, taking it to her before sitting up on the table. "Just don't let me have to much. I'm told I become... loud."

Llysereth> Ahreluth glances back over to Llysereth. Relax... he thought that this was all going to be fun and exciting. He does relax though, and she said that he could go back over to her. He's not going to be too fast about it, so slowly, he moves. He'd better warn her first, though. << I'm... coming back over. >> That what she wanted to hear?

Lydiere grins ruefully, head nodding; "I've stamina, but I find it better to drink less, anyway." For reasons unknown - probably due to the waste. Skin is accepted, a swig taken: "To us, then." Another swig, as she passes it back. "I'll remember that. Not that loud matters - there's only the two of us, here."

Llysereth> Llysereth, snuggling down upon the ledge, her tail-tip gleaming in the sun, responds cheerfully, << Good. It isn't nice, when people are lonely or sad. >> She outstretches, making herself comfortable. << It is a nice ledge, this, although the view is not as nice. >>

G'wain raises his eyebrows. "Well, that should be perfectly fine. To us." Raising the skin to his lips he lets the liquid flow for a few moment, before lowering it and passing it back. "I don't quite like the aftermath, either. You know, headaches and the like." He shrugs a little, passing the skin back. There. Keep it away. "I... don't know that I like loud. That is, too loud." He grins. "And the cave walls are thin?" He asks, grin broadening.

"May the relationship be long and prosperous," decides Lydiere, upon her second swig, taking the skin back. "No, the morning after isn't much fun, if you've drunk too much. -- Loud, no, I suppose it isn't a *hugely* attractive kind of thing. Caves walls aren't that thin, and the guest weyr's the nearest - that gets plenty loud enough, but I don't hear much."

Llysereth> Ahreluth snuggles into Llysereth, as much as she'll let him. She seems to be having a great time snuggling into the ledge. Bonzen tail snakes over towards the gold as before... Should he warn her again? No... She knows he's there now.

Llysereth> Llysereth is remarkably tolerant, or perhaps it's just that it's all good, and nice, and doesn't involved being fat, or doing nasty things. Tail is met with her own, which twines comfortably, as she lids her eyes contentedly.

And she can keep the skin, if she likes. He doesn't want it back just yet. "Only long and prosperous? I was rather thinking that it would be many other things, as well." Sitting on the edge of the table, he moves an arm to pull Lydiere closer, by her waist. "But I agree. I'll do all that I can to make it so."

Lydiere is thus pulled, leaning comfortably up against G'wain. "I'm happy to accept the other things, too - but that's a good start, isn't it?" She takes another swig, offering it back thoughtfully, although not forcefully. "Good. Then we're in agreement."

Llysereth> Ahreluth closes his eyelids, nd is content just to lie there himself. If he could let himself, he'd also drape his neck over hers, but that's for another day, perhaps... When she's comfortable. << You have a nice ledge. >> Watch the master. *cough*

Llysereth> Llysereth slides open a few eyelids, considering the view. << Nice enough. I watch the things in the bowl. It's amusing. >>