Threadfall MUSH Characters

August 18, 2003
Arisvath chases green Carianth.

Previous Next

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Carianth pouts, the 'feeling' of her mind snapping against yours, << It is /raining/. >>

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Carianth continues, apparently an ongoing discussion. << It is /raining/ and I am /wet/ and... and /wet/. >>

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Jeirath yawns, apparently an ongoing nap. << It's always raining here. You ought to be used to it by now. >>

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Orinth disagrees, almost out of habit. << It was not raining yesterday >> he says grumpily.

Dragon> Jeirath bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << Well, I beg your pardon. >> He harrumphs. << It is ALMOST always raning here. You ought to be used to it by now. >>

Dragon> Carianth bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with <> with a little mental *snap* for both bronzes. << It is raining /now/. And Shiae cannot be seen if it is wet. >>

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Orinth is ever logical and ever helpful. << She can be seen indoors. >> Duh.

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Carianth's attention immediately perks. << Oh? Will yours come see her? >>

Dragon> Jeirath bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << I'm relatively certain she CAN be seen if she's wet. At least, I've not met a person yet who dissolves. If I do, I'll be sure to let you know. >>

Dragon> Orinth bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << Where is she? >>

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Carianth images for stupid Jeirath her rider: in a lovely shimmering white dress, and utterly drenched. The dress hangs most unattractively, though the imagined Shiae smiles and waves. << Yours would look at her like this? /Yours/ does not look at her at all. >> With the undertone that E'van wouldn't know beauty if it kicked him. << She is with me, Orinth. In our weyr. /You/ may come visit. >>

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Orinth pauses, then reports back << He says he is hungry and must eat. You should have her go to the living cavern. You could walk on the ground with her, and she could stand beneath your *wing* and not get wet. >>

Dragon> Carianth senses that Arisvath's all warm towels and soothing heat: <>

Dragon> Carianth bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << But then I would get wet. >> There's a pause before the green offers coquettishly, << Perhaps I could be under someone's wing too. >>

Dragon> Jeirath bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << E'van says you're quite right. He typically tries not to look at her at all. >> Pause. << But there's something about her always being under his foot? Which I don't think is anything like being under someone's wing. >>

Dragon> Arisvath bespoke no one with << You could be under /mine/, >> he offers, magnanimously. << For you, I would offer that. >>

Dragon> Arisvath bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << You could be under /mine/, >> he offers, magnanimously. << For you, I would offer that. >>

Dragon> Orinth bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << It isn't polite to step on people. >>

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Jeirath yawns pointedly. << Nor is it polite to interrupt someone's nap. >>

Dragon> Carianth bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << You are kind, Arisvath. I will bring her down, and /you/ may hold your wing over -me-, and *Y'lan* may look at her. >> There. All the goodies safely parceled out to the deserving. << We go. >>

Arisvath> From the sky overhead, Carianth leaps aloft from the general vicinity of Carianth's ledge.

Dragon> Orinth bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << Nobody is stopping you from napping, Jeirath. >>

Arisvath> Carianth drops down out of the rain - swiftly, with none of her usual care. She deposits her rider close to the entrance to the living caverns, green wing held over the over-dressed rider, then hurries toward Arisvath.

Arisvath> Shiae slips deftly down to the bent foreleg of Carianth, the Green lowering to a crouch and watching with gentle eyes as the she hops to the ground.

Arisvath> Arisvath's good-tempered warble is obviously intended as greeting towards Carianth, his wings extended to show off his somewhat impressive wingspan. There. Safe from the rain.

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Carianth observes archly, << Jeirath is. >>

You head through the narrow tunnel and into the bustling living caverns.

Arisvath> Carianth curls under Arisvath's wing, more than less protected from the downpour, and blinks smugly at the blue.

Dragon> Carianth bespoke Arisvath with << You are /so/ kind. >>

Dragon> Orinth bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << That's silly. How can Jeirath stop himself from napping? Especially if he wants to nap. >>

Shiae yelps as a few stray raindrops follow her inside. She stops just inside the 'caverns, in the middle of the archway, and rubs at her neck and face. Then, more carefully, at her dress - carefully taking the time to pat her arms and fluff her skirts.

Y'lan is sitting at a table near the fire shoveling food into his mouth as though he thought it would all disappear in five minutes. He's a little bit damp, but not too much.

Arisvath> Hymniath lands swiftly and proceeds to stretch her neck and wings out wide to soak up the rain. Her eyes whirl a pleasant blue, and she warbles a greeting to the others gathered.

Arisvath> Carianth bristles faintly - but only faintly - at the other green, her free wing flaring before she folds it tightly to her side.

Dragon> Carianth senses that Arisvath's warmth is genuine. <>

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Jeirath agrees pleasantly, << Yes. It is silly. >> There's a very clear undercurrent that he means CARIANTH is silly by proxy.

R'hyn's hair sticks up on end, thanks to the rain, and he shakes it out cheerlessly, turning towards the hearth to dry off, droplets dripping down his face and neck.

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Carianth offers airily, << I'm sure Jeirath would say he could do anything. Therefore, he can stop himself from napping. >>

Arisvath> Arisvath ignores Hymniath - save for a brief glance with eyelids blinking vaguely over faceted eyes - and the blue, as well, turning his attentions towards crooning towards Carianth, his wing snugly draped atop of her.

Arisvath> Ruhith offers a pleasent enough rumble, towards both greens, and while it may seem like he's not paying any special attention to Carianth in reality Ruhith is. It's subtle though, as he cants his head this way and that, keeping a close eye on Carianth when he feels the green dragon isn't paying much attention to him, and while he does have an impressive wingspan for a -blue-, neither does he show it off like the bronze dragon, as Ruhith simply sits there, waiting.

Dragon> Hymniath bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << << Why would I want a wing above my head when the rain makes such a wonderfully pleasant splash against my hide? >> >>

Shiae waits a moment or two longer - until she's gathered all the notice she's likely to get, in fact - before heading off toward the food tables. Not her usual stride, no, but in a Lady Holder's best Gather mincing. It must be the dress.

Y'lan cranes his neck around, and blinks, and stares at Shiae walking across the cavern in that dress. Suddenly she's more interesting than food. That's saying something.

Dragon> Carianth bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << Because /you/ cannot have Arisvath. And Ruhith is too small. >> Another pause. << Nor shiny enough. Arisvath is shiny. So is Orinth. Orinth, where are you? My hindquarters are getting wet. Arisvath's wings are not big enough. >>

Kachiri isn't too far behind Shiae and R'hyn as the bluerider enters the caverns behind the other riders. The rain likewise got her, even though Ruhith set her as close to the entrance as possible, and with a soft mutter Kachiri slicks back her hair best she can. Still though the short locks manage to stick up a little here and there, as she starts to head towards the serving table. However before she can go too far Shiae's dress is seen and the bluerider can't help but quirk a smile towards the greenrider. "That's a lovely dress, Shiae." Kachiri calls out gaily enough, as she likewise makes her way towards the serving table, intent on at least getting a mug of something for now.

Dragon> Arisvath bespoke you with <>

R'hyn's not blind to Shiae, nor the charms of her dress, though he watches discreetly from his place at the hearth, dissimilar to his lifemate in matters of the wooing of women.

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Jeirath's quietly smug here. << Arisvath's wings are not big enough, indeed. >> Buff.

The light grows wan as the spring day gives way to evening. The constant tap-tap-tap of falling hail - barely comparable to the tip of a woman's pinky in size - fills the air. They melt quickly once they reach the ground. The spring air is cool with an edge of perpetual humidity. (66F, 19C)

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Arisvath is genuinely contrite, << Had I known, Carianth, I would have grown even larger for you. >> He is above Jeirath's smug insults, though he adds to the green, << Perhaps if we venture closer to the bowl wall, you will be better protected, without need for... /Orinth/. I am shiny enough for you! >>

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Hymniath seems unconcerned, her voice light and airy. <>

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Orinth isn't really too keen on getting wet, himself. <>

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Ruhith can't help but protest evenly when the small remark occurs, <>

Shiae's head goes up at the called compliment. She turns, identifying Kachiri, and beams at the other woman. "You think so?" She stops then and there for a spin, holding her arms out to let the skirt bell. "I don't know, I've had it for Turns now..." And thus distracted she heads the bluerider's way, forsaking food for conversation. Well, admiration.

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Carianth doesn't /quite/ snarl at Hymniath, but her tone is far closer to her usual snappishness than she's using for the males. << Take them, then. /And/ the rain. Leave me with /sunshine. >>

Dragon> Hymniath bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << But Orinth, how will you be able to compare and value the warmth of your weyr if you do not partake in the simple pleasure of the rain? It's really quit soothing. >>

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Orinth reconsiders. So maybe Hymniath has a point. And anyway, all that from Arisvath is just kinda sickening. <> he declares.

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Arisvath sulks, though not with words.

Arisvath> Orinth waddles over to Carianth, spreading his wings out wide to cover her hindquarters and shelter her from the rain. He rumbles ominously, eyeing Arisvath with suspicion.

Arisvath> Hymniath, if at all possible, stretches herself out further. Her belly lies against the wet bowl floor, and her wings are spread to fully capture the rain as it falls. She's the picture of contentness.

Arisvath> Arisvath has the green! Though not her hindquarters, no matter how far he attempts to reach and stretch. Orinth is given an equally suspicious glance, and a low grumble, as he attempts to draw closer still to Carianth, almost protectively - and definitely possessively.

Kachiri pauses to admire the dress, as Shiae twirls, and when the greenrider is close enough for easy conversation the bluerider says, "It's quite lovely. The cut is really flattering to the figure." She offers that compliment with a smile, "Though I was just recently told that I don't have much common sense when it comes to colors and fashion, so my opinion might not be the best. I recently lost a riding jacket to ash burn, and commissioned the weaver Allan to make me a new one. He tells me brown will just not do.." The rider shrugs, "I don't see any problem with brown, if you ask me."

Arisvath> Carianth stretches out under not one, but /two/ wings. Not only is she comfortable, but she's -dry-, too. She wriggles, twists, until her neck and shoulders are nect to Arisvath and Orinth claims her haunches. That can't be comfortable.

Y'lan finds that, really, he just has to get up and get a drink. And maybe, coincidentally, a closer look at Shiae and her dress. "Hi," he says, feigning casualness, as he passes by her on his way to the table.

Arisvath> Orinth gets the tail part. Yay! He loops his tail over Carianth's in a proprietary manner, snorting at Arisvath.

"Really?" Shiae gushes, to every intent postively enthralled by the conversation. "You've spoken to him? I've been trying to find him to..." "--Oh, hello, Y'lan." Boy gets a beam. "Did you know Orinth is /such/ a sweetheart? Carianth's all soggy and sulky, and he came out to keep her dry."

Dragon> Carianth bespoke Flight dragons with << OK, boys, let's all head toward the feeding grounds. >>

Y'lan looks as if he thinks Orinth is a bit touched in the head, but he doesn't say so. "That was, uh... nice of him?" He's not staring at Shiae's breasts. No, really, he isn't.

Arisvath> From the sky overhead, Jeirath wings his way over from the northern sky.

R'hyn clears his throat. "Arisvath was there first." Immediate contrition floods his face: he wasn't going to talk to her. Eeh. She might /look/ at him.

Arisvath> From the sky overhead, Jeirath wings down to a landing at the feeding grounds.

Dragon> Jeirath bespoke Flight dragons with << Hahah, I got there fiiiiirst. >>

Dragon> Flight dragons sense that Carianth gives Jeirath a gold - no, a green - star!

Arisvath> Arisvath's torn, but only for a moment; Carianth needs to be kept dry, and yet... He draws himself up, and pushes off with only a soft, regretful warble of farewell to the luscious green, as he's off through the rain-swept skies.

Arisvath> You leap aloft, finding a thermal to help carry you into the sky over the Bowl.

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Carianth was about to coo further at her two 'tame' bronzes, but their abrupt defection leaves the green, as well as the weather, stormy and grey. << You /left/. >>

Kachiri gives the other riders a smile as they approach Shiae, and with a grin for the greenrider Kachiri says, "I found him in the caverns early morning. Perhaps that's the best time to approach him?" And with that Kachiri starts to head to get her mug of fruit juice, but before she can take a step or two towards the serving table she pauses, glancing towards the bowl. No doubt she's just clued into the fact that Ruhith is heading towards the feeding grounds right this second.

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Orinth's mental voice flares with intensity. << Not for long. >>

Shiae takes a deep breath and continues to beam at Y'lan. Kachi-who? "Yes, isn't he? Only I know he's..." Between one word and the next she stops talking, her expression shifting from sunny to cloudy in the blink of an eye. "He /left/. Stupid bronze, he /left/! How is she supposed to stay dry /now/?"

Arisvath> Jeirath's already on the ball today. Most of the herd isn't TOO excited right away, as he's not much the type to go romping through and getting them all riled up. Instead, he's staked out a nice, muddy corner near the bowl and is already slurping from the neck of a buck he caught but a moment or two ago, dilluted blood pooling around his feet.

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Arisvath's contrition is even warmer than his usual tone, and almost sad. <>

Y'lan gulps slightly. "Er..."

Dragon> Jeirath bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << Are there not more important things than all this chatter? >>

R'hyn's relief that he's not been noticed quickly has him scurrying from the hearth to a table, where he can sit and remain incognito-- while still staring in abject lust at Shiae's cleavage.

Dragon> Orinth bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << Oh, shut up, Jeirath. >>

Arisvath> Orinth roars impressively, a massive sound intended to intimidate the other dragons. It stampedes the herd, so he has to chase a bit longer before he can fell a buck to blood, but blood he does, efficiently and messily.

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Jeirath complies a little too readily. Leading by example or something.

Dragon> Carianth bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << Yes, all of you! What are you doing /here/? This is MINE! All of these! MINE! >>

Arisvath> Arisvath dives straight in, killing cleanly, and humanely, with as little violence as is necessary in order to take down a single, randomly chosen buck. Lowering his head in an almost reverent fashion, he eats equally cleanly, sucking the dry straight from the artery, somehow managing to avoid being spurted on as the life blood floods away.

Dragon> Arisvath bespoke Ista Weyr dragons with << I'm almost finished with this one... but if you want it, it's yours! I'll kill another one for you, if you'd like? >>

There's a sharp, offended intake of breath - and then Shiae's swinging her hand around, ready to take Y'lan in the face with a full-palm slap. "How DARE he leave her? You can't... these stupid...!

Arisvath> Ruhith coasts down towards the feeding pens and as he backwings to a landing, his head swings around for a few seconds, before he suddenly focuses on a herdbeast. With very little flourish he takes one of the now really terrified beast down, and easily slits it's throat, before supping on the blood. His attention is now on the other dragons as he 'eats'. When he's finished he'll take a second beast down, and again with very little fanfare the blue dragon will begin to drink. Ruhith it seems is one of the more 'traditional' dragons. He sees the flourishes, and the flamboyance of other dragons as unnecessary, and he will simply wait for the Green to rise, so he may give chase. He saves his reserves for the rigors of flight, not for the ballads and flashy movements that some of the other dragons seem to like to do.

Arisvath> Well, at least one of the herdbeasts is NOT the green's. The one Jeirath's just polished off was most definitely his. The next one he catches, tripping it with his tail as it lopes passed, is also evidently his as he makes no attempt to deliver the creature unto Carianth. He stays hunkered down in his muddy corner, watching between Carianth and the others real shifty-eyed.

Arisvath> Carianth roars onto the scene as if she were not just green, but gold - and a trio of them at that. Her feeding grounds, her animals, and these stupid /males/ are in the middle of it, mucking up the whole thing! She screams her rage before pouncing on a wherry hen already killed by a very startled Orrath. She drags it away before the brown can do more than blink in surprise, her tail coming round with a stinging rebuke to his shoulder.

Y'lan is taken quite by surprise by the ringing slap that leaves a red palmprint on his cheek. He puts a hand up, stunned. "Ow," is all he can think of to say, and he stands there staring at Shiae.

Shiae shrieks wordlessly at Y'lan - rather like her lifemate, if truth be told - and storms furiously off toward the bowl, her skirts hiked up in her hands. Rain be damned - hail be damned - if the weather knew what was good for it, it'd clear out before she gets outside.

Arisvath> Arisvath's offer ignored - rejected! - he lowers his head again, sucking up the last of the bitter sanguine, before he rears back to grasp at another, the young doe dying before she even has chance to add to the cacophony of the dragon-infested pens. Wings stretched wide, as if to carefully keep them out of the way of the nasty blood, Arisvath again drinks deep, rain splashing against his hide and kill, mixing with seeping blood in an ultimately unappealing way. Yummy.

Dragon> Carianth bespoke Flight dragons with << Two-footed types, let's meet in the guest weyr. >>

Shiae disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

Well..that was unexpected. Kachiri finally finding her brain working again moves towards the greenrider and poor Y'lan. But before she can say anything to the furious Shiae, the woman is already stomping out to the bowl, leaving the others behind it seems. Kachiri at least will try to make certain Y'lan is okay before walking towards the bowl as well, "Are you all right? We'll have to get a healer to look at that a little later..I'm sure they have a salve to take the sting away." It's obvious just why it'll have to be later, as Kachiri nods toward the bowl.

R'hyn stumbles from his chair, all but blind, to move after Shiae. Words - how predictable - fail him entirely.

You head out through the narrow tunnel to emerge in the bowl.

You head over to the slightly detached area of the bowl that houses the ground weyrs and the council room.

You head in through the tunnel to the guest weyr.

E'van heads in through the tunnel from the bowl.

Arisvath> Orinth takes flight again, circling once, twice, making certain that Carianth isn't going to take off quite yet - he has time for another. And so he drops down onto a squealing calf, squashing it beneath his weight. Its bones snap sickeningly, and he moves aside to tear open the throat an dblood.

Y'lan heads in through the tunnel from the bowl.

Kachiri heads in through the tunnel from the bowl.

Y'lan comes in, still rubbing absently at his cheek. "M'fine," he mutters to Kachiri.

Dragon> Carianth bespoke Flight dragons with << OK, one more pose from Carianth and then we'll be up into the air. >>

E'van must've been reasonably nearby, as evidenced by the fact that he's not actually soaking wet, and doesn't appear to be out of breath. Of course, he's also sans the requisite wineskin, has ink on his fingers, and looks a little cross. "I was working," he gripes at Shiae.

Y'know, like it's her fault.

Arisvath> Jeirath skitters a little at the whipping tail, scooting further into his corner - if that's possible. His hindquarters are pressed against the fence now, and one wrong move is going to spell disaster. Fortunately, now into his third herdbeast, he doesn't make any sudden lunges or anything. Just bloods away blithely, like a good bronze.

Shiae hurls herself into the guest weyr as if someone had yelled 'free hidework!' Once there she turns, at bay, eyes wide and teeth bared. They're still -here-, those stupid males. As if they knew where she was /going/! "You stay /away/ from me," she snarls at the Weyrleader. "And he stays away from Carianth, too. Stupid bronze - stupid rider! Can't see beyond your own nose, neither of you."

Y'lan moves to interpose himself between Shiae and E'van, dangerous as that may be. "He won't get close to you," he croons to Shiae. "We won't let him. We'll stop him. You can be with us."

Arisvath> Carianth eyes the males savagely, her attention darting from bronze to brown to blue as each one dares move, snags her attention. She hovers over her prize, growling, tail lashing as she bloods. None of them - none of them - clever enough. Smart enough. None of them shiny enough for her. Then, before she could be even halfway through with blooding, while the stupid males congratulate themselves and make more kills... she's up and away!

As the group of riders make their way towards the guest Weyr, Kachiri can't help but offer Y'lan a sympathetic look. It's not like he deserved that slap after all, but then what do you do with a half flight-crazed greenrider? Not much. Still though when she's inside the weyr she'll smooth her hair back once more and look around. The weyrleader is noticed, as are the other riders, and then Kachiri is settling herself against one of the walls. She's striving for a respectable distance especially after Shiae's outburst, but at the same time trying not to seem too aloof either. As for her expression the diminutive rider still holds a faint smile upon her lips, as she settles her hands upon hips. Her pose is somewhat confidant, as Ruhith's own confidence leaks into Kachiri's mindset now.

E'van stands blinking just beyond the entrance for a few seconds after that, then finally - between being surprised and in that whole haze of sexy dragon-ness - has the grace to look stung. Despite the disheartened expression, his mutter is quite the opposite. "And what will you do to stop me, Y'lan? Drop your drawers and run around with your little friend flapping in the breeze?" Emphasis on LITTLE.

Dragon> Carianth bespoke Flight dragons with << Two rooms up - I'll wait until all y'all have made poses before leaving the room. >>

R'hyn leans up against a wall, forever silent. His eyes implore - and yet, at the same time, deplore - Shiae, squeezing shut every so often.

Arisvath> Arisvath's finished within the space of a moment, wings drawn out further, massive hindquarters drawn to tension to give him the forceful push that sends him sailing into the air. Hurtling, indeed, for the few moments it takes before his wings begin to beat, and he can race against time and sky to catch up with the zippy green ahead of him.

Arisvath> Ruhith was just working on his third beast, but as soon as Carianth is up and away, the blue drops the beast to the wet ground and lunges upward with a heave of blue wings and hindlegs. This is what he was waiting for! The flight. He'll strive to gain as much altitude as possible, so that he may catch a thermal and coast as much as he can. Save that energy for the last bit of flight, that's what he'll do. However as he rises upward into the sky he can't help but burst out with a brassy bugle, as he strains to follow the green.

Arisvath> Herdbeasts? What herdbeasts? Orinth's kill is forgotten, dropped to the ground like so much dead meat. Well, that's what it is. And he launches, with a thrust of his massive hindquarters and long sweeps of his broad wings, aiming for as much altitude as he can get, as quickly as possible. Another dragon, a brown, was quicker off the mark, but Orinth cuts off his access to the thermal he was using and quickly outpaces him.

Arisvath> Oh, nuts. Jeirath being mired in the mud and nearly tangled with the fence is in a real bind when Carianth takes off all sudden like that. Factor in the naturally slower response time of bronze dragons and he takes a real discount to his reaction to the green's flight. The feeding grounds are cleared of other dragons by the time he gets off the ground, dripping mud as the rain washes it free of his hindquarters and feet.

Arisvath> Carianth wings up to the sky, leaving the feeding grounds behind her.

Arisvath> You spring aloft into the sky over the Istan bowl.

Kachiri can't help but drag her attention away from Shiae to focus upon E'van for a long second, and then with a smile, and a light laugh the bluerider says, "Perhaps it's not a man that needs to finish this job, Weyrleader. Perhaps it's a -woman-." And with a grinning expression still the bluerider can't help but look just a tiny bit smug, thanks to the influences of Ruhith and the flight in general.

Breathing heavily, Shiae wrestles a chair between herself and the others. "Do what you want... just stay away from -me-. Sharding, stupid, wherryheaded..." The words are muttered to herself more than the others, all her attention taken up by the back of the chair. No, by the flight overhead, of course. The chair's back is merely a convenient place to fold her arms.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Weyrleader," Y'lan says stolidly. "There's nothing /little/ about me." He takes a few more steps forward, closing in on Shiae, tentatively, seeing how far he can go without threatneing her.

"I think we've all seen otherwise," remarks R'hyn, voice breathy and not all that loud - though certainly audible.

E'van's got his expression schooled casually, but his teeth are grinding pretty visibly to judge the working of his jaws. He gestures with an open hand toward Shiae, telling Kachiri, "By all means, bluerider. I pity the man OR woman shackled to the shrew." He falls silent just in time to catch enough of R'hyn's remark to lift his brows in an I-told-you-so way at Y'lan.

Arisvath> Carianth climbs swiftly into the hail-filled air, her (relatively) small size and surprise exit gracing her with lengths of space between herself and her closest chaser. Ice pings lightly from her wings, her hide, causing the green to scream again. It is /touching/ her. How dare it touch her! and so she strives ever higher in her attempt to escape the storm.

"You wish," is Y'lan's oh-so-mature retort.

Dragon> Flight dragons sense that Carianth swears genially at you all. Evil people. How'm I supposed to choose between /this/?

Dragon> Carianth senses that Arisvath notes, almost conversationally, though there is an earnestness to his voice that suggests he is forever honest and frank, <> Rain. Hail. Nasty.

Dragon> Orinth bespoke Flight dragons with << Pick me! Then you can spread a rumor about how big my rider's wang really is! >>

Dragon> Carianth bespoke Flight dragons with << Oh - and if anyone does not want to be shackled to Carianth's shrew, gimme a page. >>

Kachiri glances pointedly around at the various male riders, and then glances right back at E'van, and with another smug smile she says, "Well if you men think she's a shrew, I'm afraid you're all terribly short-sighted, but then that's what usually happens with men." She lifts one shoulder in a vague sort of shrug, and then turns her attention back towards Shiae. Obviously now she's going to try and ignore the male riders and focus solely upon Shiae now.

Dragon> Ruhith bespoke Flight dragons with << Snicker at Orinth >>

Arisvath> Arisvath is not the largest of bronzes, but nor is he the smallest; it's not surprising, therefore, that he is not at the front of the chasers, but nor is he at the back, either. Climbing, he dodges other dragons, speeding up, perhaps unwisely, to push himself further to the head of the pack, vrooming past some, struggling to keep up with others. This is not his best work, but he's trying.

Arisvath> Orinth doesn't really seem to notice the rain much, anymore, except that he's first-lidded his eyes to protect them - hang the loss of visual acuity. He can barrel along after the nearest chasers, anyway, confident that they'll remain more or less on Carianth's tail until he shoves them out of the way.

Arisvath> Ruhith is actually one of the larger blues, and because of this, he starts to muscle the smaller blues aside, trying to shoot up and find a thermal to rise high. Trying to go above the green, to follow the pack from high above, so far though he's still struggling to gain altitude past his other dragon brothers. His spot in the pack is decidedly middle, as he shoulders another blue aside with a loud half snarled bugle at the smaller fellow. He may not be showy like some dragons but Ruhith can become competative, that's for certain.

Arisvath> Perhaps the only advantage to being so far behind is that there's no need to jockey among other dragons for position. From WAY BACK HERE, Jeirath has a nice, clear view of the field - except where it's marred by hail, of all things. The plinking ice is not a welcome addition to his muddy, bogged self. He takes a few pellets right in the face, sniffing irritably as they hit his nostrils and eyeridges and pretty much everywhere else.

Dragon> Jeirath bespoke Flight dragons with << Carianth's got the best timing, I swear. >>

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Carianth politely (at the top of her mental voice) invites you to do things with Jeriath instead. There's no words, but instead a cascade of purple-limned images. Tsk tsk, such language.

Dragon> no one sense that Arisvath probably didn't mean to broadcast so far-- oops. << Carianth! Jeirath's tail is hardly a fit substitute for yours! >>

Arisvath> Carianth, realizing that she's not about to escape the storm through height, folds a wing and goes dropping down through the tangle of males instead. Gravity and wind combine to send her shooting past, well out of reach of any tail or talon, and toward the back of the pack. Perhaps she is searching for Orrath, to save her from this storm as he failed the last. Or maybe she wants to finish clocking him upside the head.

Arisvath> Orinth can't turn on a dime like certain dragons, but he has a few tricks of his own nonetheless. He drops his wings to go into a tumbling dive that brings him well below the rest of the chasers, so that he can execute his turn with room to spare, then put on an extra burst of speed to make up for what ground he lost as he gets going in the right direction once again, and bugles! Ready or not, Carianth, here he comes!

"I don't think she's a shrew," Y'lan says, his voice soft now with admiration of Shiae. He takes another step toward her, licking his lips.

Shiae, her head hanging, ignores the by-play, instead concentrating on the wings above. Her breaths come quickly, panting, all her emotions and thought caught up in a dark pair of wings spattered by ice.

E'van mutters, teeth still grinding, "You're already whipped by a greenrider, so your opinion doesn't count." Having Jeirath so far behind is making him cantankerous.

Arisvath> Arisvath's not the quickest of minds, let alone of dragons, and his rumble of frustration as Carianth changes direction entirely is well belatedly. He struggles to turn, to push back, and find her again-- seeking through the wind, the rain, and the hail, the green -- and some way to actually get close enough to catch her.

Arisvath> Ruhith idly lashes out with a snap of jaw at one particular brown that gets in his way, but thankfully the blue was rather wide off his mark and the teeth didn't connect, instead now he finds himself scrambling! The green didn't she just shoot past them? And with a sound that's decidedly puzzled and confused, the blue folds a wing in slightly and starts to turn toward where he saw that green streak blast past. Finding himself now in the back of the pack, the blue offers another bleat but this time of irritation as he scrambles to shed altitude even as he's pelted with quite a bit of hail. Irritably he snaps his jaws again but this time it's at the hail that's lashing him in the face, neck and hide in general. Whatever happend to warm nights for flights?

Arisvath> Jeirath had been earnestly trying to make up for lost time, on such a straight-shot course that Carianth's sudden dive only exacerbates problems for him. He can't brake fast enough to realign with her trajectory, and his turn is banked much too wide to be at all effective, opening him up to a steady plunking of hail as he turns into the wind, wide wide wider so he still comes up behind even Ruhith now that the blue's fallen back. In short, things don't look good for Jeirath.

Arisvath> Carianth would undoubtedly gloat about Jeirath's predicament, if she knew about it. She angles her dive until she's turned 270 degrees from where she began, and begins to climb again. She's heading toward the finger spires, but lengths and lengths above. If she planned on detaching a few males from her tail by slaloming between the rocks, she planned ill. Another heartbeath and she's slipped past them, out over the rain-lashed jungle.

Kachiri can't help but just snort at E'van's comment, even as she continues to watch Shiae, and also Y'lan as well. One has to wonder if he's going for a repeat at that face slap thing, and with another sound of irritation that mirrors her lifemates, Kachiri straightens from her slouch against the wall. "And yours is highly respectable as well, E'van?" She flashes a hint of teeth as she bares them towards the Weyrleader, and now the rather short woman takes a step towards Shiae and Y'lan.

Arisvath> Arisvath, once again, is in an awkward position, attempting to reach up and return to a reasonable course, to get enough height before he has to navigate above the finger spires-- because he certainly couldn't slip through with ease. He pushes onwards, wings beating a monotonous tattoo of desperation and desire, bodylengths slipping past with haste, and yet, not quite enough.

"Respectable? Certainly." E'van buffs his nails, though the gesture is mechanical and graceless through his present tension. "Respected? Not nearly enough by you Istans is my much-lamented discovery." He practically spits the term 'you Istans.'

"Respect," says R'hyn, speaking up again in that quiet voice of his, not stirring from the wall where he's pressed himself, "has to be earned. Even I knew that."

There's a hiss, of sorts, from the greenrider's barricade, but no words.

E'van snorts. "Do they teach that as a mantra or do you all ju - " He stops short, peering toward the greenrider's fort. "Huh."

Arisvath> Orinth continues his own climb, some distance back from Carianth and still a bit above her. He swerves around a slower dragon, hissing annoyance at the other beast for getting in his way. Straining for more speed, he manages very slowly to gain on the green, but he's nearly at his limit.

Y'lan says a very, very rude word to E'van. That seems to be his only answer to that question.

Arisvath> And Jeirath would no doubt be properly embarrassed to be having THIS much trouble staying on the course of one li'l green. Right now, though, it's enough for him to keep from tumbling out of the sky between his own poor attempts at turns, the wind, the ice, and his careless fervor. Despite being all but out of the running now, he labors to find Carianth's course once more, turning his head this way and that till he's spotted her and is back on (a very distant, might-as-well-throw-in-the-towel) track.

Arisvath> Ruhith can't help but bellow in frustration, his usually stoic presence cracking a bit as the green dragon changes course -again- on the poor male dragons. Trying to outwit her, and some of the other male dragons as well, Ruhith finds a thermal and tries to rise as high as he possibly can. He's not as quick as the green, or even as agile, but maybe just maybe he can try to get above her and then drop in for a quick snag? Maybe? He's going to try and try anything at this point, as he starts to spiral upward, wings flaring with the thermal.

Arisvath> Carianth is tiring now, determination driving her forward as much as her strength. The wind and weather are her enemies, gusts shoving her back toward the males while the hail continues to beat its tattoo. Now she steals a look over her shoulder to see who's remained. What she sees she doesn't like, for the green fairly grabs the thick air to pull herself into another steep climb.

Arisvath> The wind and the hail is enough to make any dragon stumble, Arisvath included. It's more tiring than normal flying, and weariness is beginning to take hold of 'even' him. He joins Carianth's climb, some distance back, gaining slowly, but still not even close enough to be able to sprint the distance between them. Wingsails fluttering with more than just his own wingbeats, he presses onwards. Soon? Oh, hopefully soon.

A frustrated Shiae snatches at the decorative pillows placed on the chair and begins flinging them hither and yon. Arms trained to Turns of firestone make fast-moving, painful weapons of these previously harmless bits of fluff. The first one huzzes straight for E'van, the tassels on the corners whirling like so many lashes.

R'hyn smirks, visibly, at E'van's pillowed treatment. Hah.

Arisvath> Alas, even Jeirath has to admit when he's been licked. Although the green's distance seems to be closing marginally, his ability to stay on her tail has been battered by a bad start and stupid hail. Just as she starts to climb, he starts to drop, pulling away from the pack and falling back toward the Weyr with an appropriately sulky rumble. Stupid Carianth; she sucks.

Much like his dragon, E'van's just having a run of bad luck. The pillow's aim is true, the tassels smacking the Weyrleader right in the forehead (and you know that has to smart). He recoils, as much from the rough treatment as Jeirath's sudden untangling from the flight. "Mature, Shiae. Very mature." He bends down, picks up the pillow, shoves it under his right arm, and marches out with a red mark on his forehead and his dignity cowering after him. Sniff.

Kachiri can't help but smile as the pillow goes flying for the Weyrleader. "You're right, E'van. I don't think you do get much respect, but then like R'hyn says you need to earn it." My won't she possibly regret some of the things she's said this night, though obviously it doesn't bother her right this moment, what with Ruhith trying to catch the green, and his lifemate feeling that particular need to snatch Shiae up as well.

Arisvath> Ruhith continus to try and climb higher, as he drags his wings through air that feels almost like lead, but he can do it. He can. He knows it. His rider believes in him, and the green is too good to pass up, so with another heave of wings, he tries to move forward, through the rain and hail and wind gusts.

Arisvath> Drat it. She has to keep climbing like that, does she, making Orinth tired. He was trying to stay above her but Carianth is almost at a level with him now, so he arrows straight ahead, not worrying about altitude for once, just trying to close in on her before she can get too far above him.

A pillow comes whipping Y'lan's way as well. Another smacks Y'nis square in the chest. The fourth... there is no fourth, leaving Shiae groping after air. At least the chair can be sat on now, with all the pillows missing.

Arisvath> Carianth spins around again in one of those wing-twisting moves that the bronzes and browns can only dream about. Her half-circle spin would have thrown the males off her track... if she had tried it earlier in the flight. Now, however, she's tired and the males are far closer. Too close.

Y'lan mrphs as a pillow hits him in the face. He flails, grabbing for it; it bounces off his hands and falls to the floor. He bends over and picks it up, holding it in front of him like a shield, or an offering of some kind.

Arisvath> Orinth rumbles deep in his throat, spotting his chance - there she is, just spinning about in midair, and here /he/ comes, streaking toward her, claws outstretched to seize her, wings spread wide to shelter her, tail uncoiled to ensnare her and make her his.

Dragon> Arisvath bespoke Carianth with <> He says it quietly, and it isn't so much a threat as a promise, warm and fuzzy, soothing - although probably not all that effective. << Soon! >>

Arisvath> Arisvath has one last sprint in him, and he uses it now, ignoring wind and weather to push that last gap into nothing, a final, desperate attempt to reach her. His wings outstretch, battering into those of a brown, who falls back, beaten, his tail reaches, and from beneath her, he shall devour the night, and shelter her from the storm.

Arisvath> Ruhith strains ahead, lead and liquid air now, it's worse than swimming against oceanic currents while carrying pounds of firestone in sacks, and with a bugle that now holds a sound of exhaustion to it, the blue plows ahead as fast as he can. He'll muscle anyone he can aside, mostly smaller dragons than himself, as he likewise sees his chance. And as soon as he seems close enough to Carianth, he'll try to catch the green, crooning now that he's this close to her. Crooning for her to come closer, he'll protect her, he'll shield her, he's big enough, strong enough..fast enough.

Arisvath> Carianth falls, all unwilling, through the air that is no longer her ally. Orrath's beaten back by Arisvath's lunge, but the green isn't dropping swiftly enough for the bronze's attempt to grasp aught but the air under her belly. Ruhith is too far away, if on her level - a dragonlength closer and she would have been his. It's Orinth that Carianth careens into, bronze legs and tail ready to snatch her from the air. It's Orinth to whom she croons wearily, content to let him be her night in shiny armor.

Arisvath> Arisvath's rumble of frustration echoes through the hail, the starry, starry night broken further in his disappointment. He drops back, winding down through the sky. Bah.

Previous Next