July 15, 2003
Niaryth rises once more - and Arisvath DOESN'T catch.

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Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth is lazy and slowly seeks out to find your thoughts. Her own are hazy and disoriented but she hugs your thoughts to hers.

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's wide awake, mind starlight and relaxed, soothing against yours in wordless comfort.

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Niaryth sends out delicious, warm thoughts to all the dragons of her weyr. She's sleepy though, not quite awake as she touches those around her with her mind.

Dragon> Ista Weyr dragons sense that Niaryth 's next thought is more alert and instead of being warm and fuzzy, there's a bit of an edge behind it... a hunger, an awareness, a calling of need. Soon, very soon.

Arisvath> Orinth casually lifts one buttock and vents a bit of excess gas with a delightfully juicy sound.

Arisvath> Niaryth is high on her preferred shelf above the living caverns and overlooking the bowl. Her hide speaks for her, the intensity with which the smoke gold of her color burns brighter in clarity. And there is that particular scent -- not Orinth's -- that is her alone.

Dragon> Niaryth bespoke Flight dragons with << last check.. Jeirath is clear but I need all clears from Szaryth, Arisvath and Orinth - are you on this channel? >>

Arisvath> Arisvath bloods with a quiet ferocity that is his signature; his head is lowered as if in prayer over the deceased beast that he has felled, then his teeth sink deep within, the blood drawn out in long globules of coagulating red liquid.

Arisvath> See? Instinct. Even having been off dozing, Jeirath is pretty good about showing up on time for this blooding business. He hops the fence from the bowl, skimming the ground before he drops to an abrupt halt in front of some kind of terrified creature. Lots of screaming and crunching and squishing ensues as he settles to blooding like a good boy. Slurp and stuff.

Arisvath> Orinth sweeps his way into the feeding grounds, feigning indifference to the other dragons there - he doesn't so much as acknowledge them with a glance. He fells a herdbeast with one powerful blow and snaps its neck with a single sharp twist of his jaws, pausing to savor the snapping sound before he takes the blood.

Arisvath> Niaryth wings down to a landing on the grass, scaring a few of the herdbeasts.

Arisvath> Niaryth circles the field from above, a hungry predator selecting her prey. Once it's acheived she swoops down and lands upon it, killing it quickly. As always, the first instinct is to eat - only stopped by a rider's ability to get them to blood.

Arisvath> Szaryth spots Niaryth, a whining sort of greeting sent toward her before he lifts once more into the air and casually makes his way to the feeding grounds. A bit beyond showing off his skills on landing, the brown comes down low and fast, wings giving several light backswings before settling him with a rather hard jar onto his paws. Shaking his head, he judges the immediate area-- the other males, more importantly, before giving a loud bugle. He makes no move toward the herd, perhaps having blooded earlier, watching intently the golden form in the sky. Silent now, the dragon works his way a bit closer to the others, tail lashing and eyes slowly whirling into the red spectrum.

Arisvath> Arisvath lunges forward to take away the life and liberty of a second beast, letting it lunger upon the edge of his talons for a moment before tossing it forward, suckling the great wounds with a lust-filled hunger. Niaryth's affections his aims at with a soft croon, though he's distracted and occupied, tearing at his kill to best reach the blood the gurgles away within.

Arisvath> Orinth flips his wings back, rearing up silently, a surge of energy crackling in him as Niaryth's arrival stirs him from his battered bloody corpse of herdbeast, into the air to circle and seek another victim.

Arisvath> Unsurprisingly, Jeirath is blooding, too. Hunkered off to one side, going to town on some fat critter, he doesn't do much to acknowledge Niaryth's arrival. Oh, sure, he looks at her all longing-like, but there's not much poetic about his present state, and it's really no more lusty than anyone else. When Arisvath's discard invades his personal space, Jeirath picks it up in one forepaw and chucks it carelessly off to one side. He'll have his area tidy, thank you.

Arisvath> Inkynath comes from the bowl on the other side of the fence.

Arisvath> Inkynath confidently coasts down into the feeding pens and *splotch*. Death, blood and destruction follow quickly after. His sharp, ink black tallons tear wickedly into animal flesh and, as he drinks, he throws something of a cheeky grin towards the glowing gold.

Arisvath> Niaryth finishes off blooding her first beast and hurdles it down for another. It doesn't take long for the smallest gold in the weyr to fill herself with the blood. Two beasts later, there will be carcasses to clean out in the morning and some very weary dragons. She tilts around, making sure all eyes are either on her, or on the kills and then makes her daring getaway - up, up and up some more...

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

Arisvath> Arisvath weaves his way higher, shadowing Niaryth as best as he can, wings spread wide and far to gather in the thermals and breezes that whisk him further. Faster, higher, stronger, and all the rest: he croons, but most of his attention is focused on the flight itself.

Arisvath> Orinth drops the animal from his jaws and, with a great sweep of wings and scattering of dust, launches his way into the air with a burst of speed that allows him to quickly overtake the slowest of the dragons, about half.

Arisvath> Jeirath drops the herdbeast that'd been in his mouth, and it lands with a nice, wet SMOOSH on the ground as he launches up after Niaryth. He clips a bit close to the fence at first, nearly fouling himself right from the start, but manages to get by with minimal drag as he climbs. Behind Niaryth, behind Arisvath, behind Orinth and a couple others, he's by no means leading the pack. He falls in with the rest of 'em, just cruising along to catch up right now.

Arisvath> Niaryth flirts in the sky with her daring would be lovers. She knows who will be with her tonight. She has already handpicked him out now hasn't she? The strongest, the fastest, the best and the one who can outfly her. But there is the game to play, flying the longest - and now they start the test - the first fifteen minutes of chase comes into foray. Eager are those behind her, some browns trying to show off already with their speed.

Arisvath> Inkynath bunches his well practiced muscles and shoots into the skies with the rest of the pack. He may be smaller, he may be older, but certainly this only makes him better versed in the ways of flights, right? His oaken wings stroke the air, carrying him after the flash of gold far above. She may be the ultimate goal, but the immediate one is losing the rest of these yutzes. Thus begins the real competition.

Arisvath> Szaryth crouches and before too long of a wait, the flight begins as Niaryth pelts off in the sky. Wings spread and his powerful hindquarters push him off into the sky, several strong downbeats taking him higher after the gold and the other males. Trying not to use everything ni the beginning, he sorts around until he finds a small thermal, riding it for as long as he can before settling out into a level flight path. Chest expands as he draws in a deep breath, a short-lived trumpet given toward his competitors. Waste of breath, really, but he can't help it. Giving his tail a feisty little flick, he rises higher, struggling as he tries to reach the front of the pack.

Arisvath> Jeirath does the aerial equivalent of plodding along right now. He's not trying to outshine anybody presently. Staying with the majority of the pack, he keeps to the queen's course without making a great deal of headway just yet. A few browns blow by him; a few bronzes lumber behind him; all very average.

Arisvath> Arisvath's quick-- well, reasonably so. He pushes faster at the air, straining after Niaryth with every muscle in his body. He's well practiced, and he knows Niaryth well, but he's nowhere near the front of the pack, efforts aside.

Serriena walks towards her weyr. She smiles as she spots R'hyn and turns to say, "See? R'hyn is already here.." Assurance that he will remain Weyrleader still fresh in her mind. She looks to Y'lan as she emphasizes that point, water pitcher still clutched in her hand.

R'hyn turns brilliantly pink, leaning up against one wall, his hands clasped about his sides. He watches Serriena, eyes wide.

E'van leans out the entrance, squinting at the sky a few moments longer and saying something along the lines of, "That's very nice for R'hyn," when the Weyrleader gets his mention. Not exactly in a chatty kinda mood.

"He has to get there, first," Y'lan says confidently, tossing a smug smirk in R'hyn's direction. "Ya gotta be, like, competent, to catch a gold."

It's scarlet that R'hyn turns, at Y'lan's words, though he says - in a voice that edges upon a yell - "Arisvath's caught Niaryth plenty of times!"

Hana enters, the rush of the flight serving only to exaggerate her personality, "Wouldn't it be best, though, Weyrwoman, to have a female Weyrleader? Naturally, I'm more competent than the lot of them as I haven't got all of that testosterone to distract me from performing certain," And here she rakes Serriena with a blazing look, "Duties properly."

"Half by accident! Just 'cause Orinth helped!" Y'lan yells back. "Or else those damned Fortians would have got her so there!"

Arisvath> Niaryth has gained the altitude and the air high above the weyr is even colder than down below. She has the blood of the beast soaring in her, the desires of her mating call, which she lustily booms out a merry creel egging on her pursuitors... Her wings stretch out, pumping to carry her the length of the bowl and out amongst the outer rim where she begins to turn slowly.

E'van coughs into his fist.

R'hyn says nothing, and glares at his feet instead.

Y'lan jumps - well, it's the only way to stomp both feet at once - and declares, "I'm going to catch her this time! It's going to be me! Me!" He pokes a finger into his chest, grinning wildly.

R'hyn comments, after a pause. "You're welcome to it." There isn't much surety to his voice, though; his eyes have fallen back to Serriena, lustily.

"The boy who couldn't be an Assistant Weyrlingmaster thinks he'll make a good Weyrleader?" E'van muses, just loud enough to be heard through the people milling around in the anteroom. He's still mostly looking out toward the bowl, squinting skyward.

"You know I just may tell her to do that..." Serriena says, "But Niaryth has a fancy for Arisvath.." She looks at Y'lan and says, "MY WATER PITCHER!.. Mine mine ... " Her voice falls back and she looks at R'hyn - not shocked but just.. hurt a bit. She quiets for a moment but then stomps into her weyr muttering, "Inkynath.. think Inkynath..shardin men.."

"Inkynath SUCKS!" Y'lan yells, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. "He sucks! You want me! You know you want me! I'll do stuff! I'm awesome! Ask Winnie! I kick ass in bed too! Just ask her! Just ask her!"

Arisvath> Jeirath falls into a nice, steady pace now, levelling off his altitude just a touch higher than Niaryth's - ostensibly enoguh to see over most of those in the pack trailing the queen. If he's heard her creeling, he doesn't respond at all verbally, but instead stays his course like a good li'l bronze: No distractions, no frivolous wastes of energy, just the steady beat of his wings against the dark sky.

Arisvath> Orinth climbs, growling low in his throat, an ominous threat intended for the males nearby, who mostly ignore him. He's settled into a rhythm now, but all of a sudden he shifts his considerable bulk, lunging in a feint of a pass at Arisvath.

Hana grins triumphantly at the others. "You see, boys?" Her hands return to the curve of her hips as she watches the weyrwoman's lovely backside making it's retreat. "All it takes is a woman's touch to do things the right way." Y'lan receives a rather dry and utterly unconcerned look.

"Children," murmurs R'hyn, scoffing as he rolls his eyes. "We'd all be doomed if Y'lan was Weyrleader."

E'van mutters to himself, "A... child. A womanizing... A... simpering... No... disaster area."

Arisvath> Szaryth is young and perhaps can be considered inexperianced and even stupid by some. He powers forward, wings easily reaching and pulling him through the air like a knife. Unfortunately, he's wasting energy he needs to reserve for later, for the real test of the flight. Blowing past a few more experianced dragons that are biding their time, he manages to push himself near the front runners, though can't claim that position for himself. Huffing, he perks up at the taunting call of Niaryth, whirling eyes speeding up slightly as the cool wind rushes over his form, wing tucking slightly as he banks in the direction the gold takes, moving easily with the other dragons around him.

"Winnie's butt must be awfully tired then..." Serriena says before stepping into her weyr.

Arisvath> Arisvath's not expecting Orinth-- but that doesn't mean it completely catches him off guard, managing at the last minute to careen right back at the other bronze, ensuring that they hit each other solidy, Arisvath's wings twisting out of the way as best as he can. Well, ow.

Y'lan ignores that last. "Would not either be doomed, not any more doomed than we are now, and I didn't mean THAT kind of kick ass. Look." He starts to undo his pants, to demonstrate right here and now just exactly what he means.

R'hyn peers at Y'lan. "Gross." Flushing, he mutters to himself, "Keep... cucumber... puny self."

Arisvath> Inkynath angles himself out of the way of Orinth and Arisvath, preferring to allow his competition to fight amongst themselves for position. Let them do the dirty work and take advantage of the sudden bit of clear air space. He slips among the bulkier bodies of the bronzes, inching a bit closer to the front of the pack. Ha!

Hana arrives through the tunnel from the queen's weyrs.

Arisvath> Orinth grunts massively as he and Arisvath collide, hissing at the other bronze and trying to muscle him to the side so he can get free and continue on after Niaryth, but it's hard for two pair of wings to maneuver effectively in the same airspace.

Serriena is watching Y'lan, though she still has her pitcher.. "No no.. let him.. I think he's been wanting to show me since before he hit puberty." She waves off R'hyn and then says, "Besides.. you don't want it anyways.." Again that hurt tone, which she covers by taking a drink from the pitcher. She eyes them and mutters, "Inkynath.. think Inkynath .. Niaryth.." And her eyes glaze over, caught in the thoughts of the gold.

Arisvath> Arisvath was stuck in the middle of the pack before; now he's struggling even to stay with the pack. A last-minute lunge down, and then up results in his freeing himself to rush back into the throng, an angry bellow escaping to warn off any further attacks from the childish bronze. And if his tail hits Orinth on his way up, well... all's fair in love and war, surely.

Arisvath> Jeirath takes a cue from Inkynath and stays well away from the colliding bronzes, actually veering well to one side. It costs him some time, space, and energy, but he breaks wide of the pair, snaking his head back around briefly to keep an eye on them as he skates passed - their little tangle giving him a chance to put some distance on 'em (for the moment, anyway). Suckers.

Y'lan yanks open the buttons of his fly, exposing himself proudly to Serriena. "See? Tolja. You want me, doncha? I knew you would... HEY!" Furious, he whirls and launches himself toward R'hyn, hands outstretched to deliver a hefty shove, or maybe hit him, or something... with his stuff still hanging out of his pants.

Arisvath> Niaryth sweeps ahead. She looks back and seeing that Arisvath is well behind, decides to throw him a bone. He is her main squeeze after all. She turns and starts to fly at the pack, intending to select her target.

R'hyn backs away rapidly from the advancing Y'lan and his stuff, face screwed up into a mask of utter revulsion. This results in his tripping. Well. Certainly makes him vulnerable.

Arisvath> Orinth roars angrily. The humiliation! The agony! A tailslap! He barrels right for Arisvath, forgetting all about the point of this little exercise, which is actually to catch Niaryth. Well, he's behind and all. But if HE can't have her, well, Arisvath won't either!

E'van looks at Y'lan, looks at R'hyn, looks at Y'lan's dingaling, and cracks up.

Hana moves with sleek confidence towards a bit wall closest to Serriena's bed, "Shards, Y'lan. Put it away. That dinky wang is only going to further convince her that she'd prefer a nice set of clever fingers." Artfully, she dances her own fingers at the weyrwoman. See? Pretty, aren't they?

Arisvath> Neener, neener, Arisvath seems to say with his motions - except that Orinth interrupts it with the whole barrelling thing. Hey. That really wasn't supposed to happen. Perhaps Niaryth is heading right back for him, but Arisvath is entirely out of action, hurtling right off target. Not supposed to happen!

"It's NOT dinky!" Y'lan roars, aiming a kick at R'hyn, which misses, and spinning around and trying to stuff himself back in his pants and punch E'van at the same time, which doesn't really work, because he doesn't have enough hands.

"Baby-sized!" R'hyn manages to get out, as he attempts to right himself again, and stop flushing furiously.

Arisvath> Szaryth thankfully was ahead of the mid-air collision, though he hears the noises and the hissing behind him. Head cranes around to catch a glimpse of what happens before he returns to the flight, sorting his wings and tail out with light adjustments to the slightly altered air currents of a bronze just ahead of him. Snarling lowly, he adjusts to the left to allow him a better view of Niaryth rather than the rump of a bronze. That move costs him as the Queen turns and heads back in their direction. He manages a peek at her as she goes way out of his way, a creeling call to her to return. Really now! Hissing, he strives up and over another brown though his strength is seriously waning, as judged by the tired and delayed flaps of his wings. Sensing this and knowing... knowing he only has one chance, he tucks his wings and moves into a shallow dive, aiming for Niaryth. Talons outstretched and shoved forward in his attempt at fumbling her flight and taking her for his own.

Serriena is breathing hard, her face contorting from wanting to laugh and also in a dilemna about what she is seeing through Niaryth's eyes. "Go for Inkynath.. no Arisvath... no..Orinth get your tail out of the way!" She looks up at the ceiling at something and yells, "Get away from me your brown dud.. I want my love!" She hurls herself at something - that something ending up being Hana's arms which is the closest.

Y'lan is red, now, from embarrassment or anger or both. He's never going to live this down. "It's not! It's not! ORINTH!" he bellows in dismay. "No!"

Arisvath> Seeing as golds don't exactly turn on a dime, Jeirath is able to get a reasonable read on Niaryth's intent in time that he doesn't overshoot her. Instead, with redoubled efforts, he darts head-on toward her in one of those last-ditch-efforts: If he doesn't catch her now, he's going to wind up flying right passed her and probably put himself completely out of the running.

Arisvath> Orinth roars triumph! That nasty Arisvath is out of the way. Now he can grab for Niaryth. Owait, where'd she go?

Arisvath> Inkynath cuts immediately down as, bestill his beating heart, the lovely gold turns right around and heads toward him. She is heading towards him, right? I mean, naturally she wouldn't be at all interested in running head long into the two bumbling and childish fools fighting behind him. Dun dun daaah! He arches his wings, rising to attempt to nab her from below as she careens towards him. It will all be very romantic. Just like lovers running across fields of flowers. Right?

"Slow down there, stumpy," is E'van's sage advice as Y'lan and his fists and his package start thisaway. He does get a club on the chin in the flailing, reeling a couple of steps - probably more from shock than anything else. "Shells, I hope that was a fist I got hit with," he comments, rubbing the offended spot with his fingers.

Arisvath> Niaryth is heading for Arisvath but Orinth's in the way. She drops her wings in time to avoid Szaryth with a snarl of warning that she might rake her talons should he try /that/ again. Orinth is avoided trying to get to Arisvath but that sneaky Inkynath comes out of nowhere, blocking her escape route. That moment of indecision costs her - costs her a mate that is.... Because it is not Arisvath who grips her..... Jeirath.. Jeirath whose last ditch effort managed to change the Weyrleadership, from R'hyn... to E'van.

Hana clutches Serri as she flings herself... well.. exactly where Hana's wanted her all this time. Though with the rush of a catch attempt, she rather involuntarily tries to get a bit fresh with the curvy, brilliantly sexy woman suddenly in her arms. Okay. Maybe it's not all that involuntary...

There's not really much left for R'hyn to do. Arisvath's plainly out of the running, thanks to Orinth, and there are too many things to blush at in the weyr. He reaches up to his shoulder, yanking at the knot that's sewn there with enough force to rip the stitches out, and part of the shirt as well, dropping it upon the floor. "Thank you Y'lan," says the former weyrleader, bluntly, eyes wide upon E'van. "That's..." He turns to go.

You leave the weyr, traveling the tunnel to return to the queen's weyrs.

Arisvath> Szaryth balks at the snarl directed at him, and that is what cost him the catch-- fear of a gold! She might eat him, you know. Watching as Jeirath twines with Niaryth, he growls deeply, baring his teeth angrily before he drops down sharply toward the ground and away from the two others. He would find comfort somewhere else...

Arisvath> See? Suckers! Jeirath wins. Not the most graceful way to catch a queen, but it still works, and - rather than go tumbling earthward - the Fortian (How do you like THEM apples?) bronze catches Niaryth properly and they fade off into the sunset or something.

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