Sardrinth turns his head, taking a good sniff as you gently slide down his neck and land with a soft thud.

Teza's eyes flash over Alee's frame, brief smile touching the harper's lips. "Hello, Annalee. Briganth was getting antsy or something for some reason." Not proddy, surely not. "I think she's hungry."

Briganth takes off.

Above, Briganth flies northwest, towards the center of the bowl.

Taking off her riding gauntlets Thesy gives Sardrinth a gentle slap on the shoulder, "Thank you, love. Now go up to the rim, will you?"

Sardrinth takes off.

Sardrinth> Above, you see Celth.

Above, Sardrinth glides on translucent wings of dreamy silver northwest, towards the center of the bowl.

Sardrinth> Above, Celth wings in to the faintly heard tune of an irish reel southeast across the bowl.
High above, Celth wings in to the faintly heard tune of an irish reel across the bowl from the northwest.

Above, Celth spirals down for a landing in the bowl.
Celth circles in and lands.

C'ran nearly jumps from the height of Celth's neck and lands gently on the ground, Celths attention already on everything else around.

Sardrinth> You fly westward over the bowl.

Sardrinth> Sky Above the Plateau
You soar over the plateau, in a place that was probably once the western wall of the bowl of this volcano, but the distant past eruption blew out the wall and formed the plateau below. On the southern end of the plateau here, a fenced-off area corrals the Weyr's herdbeast and wherry population, and serves as the Weyr feeding grounds. Beyond it, to the west, the plateau slopes down to the turquoise waters of the ocean. East lies the Weyr bowl itself, framed by the five pointed pinnacles of the rim, reaching skyward as if to touch the sun.

Annalee blinks, letting Erranth rest--or, okay, um, sure, harperblue is going along with Briganth. "He's antsy too?" Slim arm is slipped through Teza's--it's a habit. "Want some klah?"

Erranth takes off.

Sardrinth> Corral
This part of the plateau has been fenced-off to provide an enclosed pasture and grazing area for the Weyr's herds. Grass covers the fields, rippling like waves in the wind. Herds of herdbeasts wander about, grazing lazily. To the north is the exit to the plateau, and from here you can also see the forests and beaches below the plateau to the west, as well as the ocean, stretching off to the horizon.
It is a winter afternoon. The sky is dark, and black clouds thunder ominously on the western horizon. The wind is blowing more strongly, and gusts set the trees to swaying.
Green Briganth is here.

Charysli practically waddles in, carrying a heavy bucket of scraps in both hands, the bowl of it dangling practically between her legs as her back is somewhat hunched with the weight. She drops it, wiping her brow to wave at the riders.

Kiana trails along in several 'riders' wake, her excuse looped over one shoulder. Basket of glows -- covered lightly with a wisp of gossamer -- is shifted by fickle fingers, Kia offering an automatic grin. "Hullo."

C'ran slides down Celth's side and peers at the riders on the ground "Alright, who is it?" he scratches his chin in annoyance "One of you has got Celth all antsy..."

Celth takes off.

Teza watches Briganth take off, thoughts with her dragon for a moment. Turning to Annalee with shake of her head, she murmurs softly, "No klah thank you." Looking over at C'ran curiously, she reapeats, "Antsy? Briganth is antsy too. Is something wrong?" Not Proddy.

Sardrinth> Sardrinth wings to a halt and glides down, peering at the green with an anxious croon while keeping his distance.

Above, Celth wings in to the faintly heard tune of an irish reel northwest, towards the center of the bowl.

"Anna!", Thesy laughs as she recognizes her friend, "What are you doing here?" Turning at the sound of an unfamiliar voice behind her, she regards its owner curiously, "Pardon me?"

Above, Erranth warbles musically as he soars on harper-blue wings northwest, towards the center of the bowl.

C'ran closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath, the same one weyrlings often see from trying to hold his patience. "Teza, you've gone up before, you should certainly know what that antsy feeling is, why do you greens always try and deny it? You're about to be flown."

Sardrinth> Celth has arrived.

"Oh, yeah." A blush traces over Teza's angular features, dragon and rider behavior suddenly making sense. Eyes darting over in the general direction of the corral, Teza inhales just as deeply as C'ran. "So she is," she says weakly. "So she is."

Sardrinth> Erranth has arrived.

Above, Azrieth spirals down for a landing in the bowl.
Azrieth circles in and lands.

Annalee um's softly, slipping her arm out of Teza's and stepping back slightly. She's just a wey--okay, she's just a newly-made Tsunami rider. She doesn't know what to do!

Escaping sepia hide, Rade unstraps themselves from barb wire ridges, sliding down like dew does from grass as they fall, before landing in a soft plunk, as quiet as a babies' bum is soft.

C'ran lets some of the annoyed demeanor at having been woken from a good sleep and a good someone seep out into a smile "You do remember what its like don't you?"

Sardrinth> Briganth lands, eyes whirling faster with each second that passes spotting and herdbeast, talons unsheathed, wasting no time to make her first kill, the green seeming unaware for the moment of the males watching her as she first starts to eat, the changes her mind only draining the blood from the carcass.

Charysli blinks as the word sinks in. She mouths it herself for good measure, her brows drawn in thought. Flown? She flushes. "You mean...?" Oh, boy. She picks up the bucket as quickly as her straigning muscles will allow and hurries off on her errand. She'll get to that when she has to, but right now...she doesn't have to...

Snow just melting -- snow from High Reaches -- it falls over her eyes, wet, sticky. Rade pulls off outermost jacket, letting that warmth of Ista Weyr call her; and she stuffs the rest of her things into one of the pouches on Azrieth's straps. Burnt amber; cold and dark a'flutter in those wings, he shifts his light weight, softly, over the sandy ground. Rade goes down the straps. On ground. So warm. " Hi Annalee, Thesy," she greets those she knows. " Kiana."

Thesy looks at Rade, utterly perplexed, "Shards!" she mutters, glancing from the brown rider to Annalee and back again, "Is everybody from the 'Reaches coming down today?" Then it seems to dawn on her. Green proddy? And being flown. So that's why Drinth insisted on coming.

Charysli moves with slow strides, attempting to mask her limp to the Central Bowl.

Sardrinth> Celth rumbles from the edge of the corral, watching the greens every movement, the metallic taste of his earlier kills still fresh upon his lips.

Teza's blush drains from her face, a slight twinkle entering her eye. Not that she is affected, of course, by her dragon, but her mood suddenly seems.. flirty. "I remember," the green rider says, voice steps from a purr.

Sardrinth> Erranth watches Briganth, utterly startled at the sudden change in his friend. Oh dear. What is going on? Blue spreads his wings halfway, responding to instinct.

Annalee takes another step back, towards Thesy and Rade. Safety in numbers. "Oh this is just dandy, ne?"

Rade notices Teza -- that girl -- that girl purring. The weight of fallen snow from High Reaches is lost, the water nearly dried by now. " Just dandy," she whispers, repeating Annalee's words with an unallowed softness, quiet without respect. " How are you, then?" Sulky eyes roll over to Annalee, taking her up, Rade's own lips playing up in a pout.

C'ran's tongue just barely slides out over his lips, his own purr matching hers "Good..." eyes glitter in the cold light of the winter afternoon, focusing upon the young green rider.

Kiana returns Rade's greeting in an absent murmur, backing off a little hastily. Play with fire and get scorched, for all that curiosity is itching throughout her face. "Charys--wait." is called in girl's wake, Kia setting off for the comfort of unproddy company.

Kiana pads to the Central Bowl.

Sardrinth> Sardrinth backwings up into the sky, a sudden urge to feed coursing through him, eyes pick out a target in the now alert herd and without a second thought wings are angled to swoops down, breaking the beasts neck in one quick snap and laying throat open to bare the warm energy within.

Sardrinth> Briganth drops the carcass, eyes whirling, changing shades from orange to deep crimson red as she darts after another beast, ripping it's throat and draining it's life quickly. Whirling orbs see the males now and a warning hiss is given, daring them to get too close.

Azrieth weaves lonesomely to the Central Bowl.

A faint flush, not often seen on her face, colours Thesy's cheeks as she glances sideways at Annalee, "Think so ..." comes in a rather low voice before she looks over to Rade, wondering at her changed mood. Suddenly a hand flutters to her collar, nestling nervously to open it. It must be warmer down here than she thought.

Annalee watches Rade's mood change, and C'ran's, shuddering once as both Erranth's naivete assaults her and the mood around her... heats up.

Glancing around at the others with alert eyes, Teza grins, a baring of her teeth. Grin broadening just a mite, she turns to physicaly face Briganth's location, in the corral. Voice soft, she whispers to herself, words barely audible.

Sardrinth> Celth's wings flex in anticipation, a barely contained inferno held within a powerful blue shell, shining out through the molten red whirling of his multi-faceted eyes.

Charysli moves with slow strides, attempting to mask her limp in from the Central Bowl.

Sardrinth> Erranth spreads his wings again, once more, small blunted blue quivering with confusion and anticipation. Perhaps all those hours practicing wingtip turns and spins and dives for Thread might help in this situation as well?

Sardrinth> Azrieth enters; the leath'ry mass of himself hot. Burning hot. The pale brunt of brown leaning towards a shean of luster, hue lightening to accord the brilliance of the burning sun -- charcoal body yet unused to this warmth. Slender'ish tail twitches in slight anxious, eyes dark, overlooking Briganth as his legs brush against each other, smooth, silky hide.

Charysli hurries across the bowl, her hands clasped behind her back and her eyes focusing on nothing in particular in an attempt to look otherwise occupied. She's fine, really...

Rade swallows -- her own moods changing at her tight bond with Azrieth. Hot. This air truly is hot. Fingertips brush against the slender skin of her neck, shoulder bones, wiping that sweat away from her brow. The golden of her leathers sheens softly under her own sweat, hugging those curves in themselves. Leather.

Sardrinth> Sardrinth releases the now cold body from his grip and before the thing has even completely hit the ground he has another in his grip, draining it to his own satiation with a crooning purr.

Sardrinth> Dropping the second carcass, Briganth sits up on her haunches, wings flare, eyes whirling crimson as she pauses, almost hovering, waiting....

Sardrinth> Erranth watches anxiously, wings half-out, waiting to snap into that first beat that will take him aloft.

Glancing around at the others, Teza's lips split into a grin that is more a baring of teeth. Challenge in her eyes and anticipation in the stance of her body, she turns to physicaly face her dragon in the corral, mind both with Briganth and here.

Sardrinth> Celth's wings tense visibly, a stiff sheet of muscle ready to take to the sky, waiting, watching the green as her movements become to focal point to his universe as a starters pistol in a race.

Charysli clears her throat, certainly glad that she isn't being noticed as her eyes stray to the group of riders linked to the dragons beyond. They linger a bit too long as she rushes on, her cheeks a bit pinker than usual.

Charysli moves with slow strides, attempting to mask her limp to the Living Caverns.

C'ran turns as well, a mirror to Teza's stance with one exception, his focus is not upon the far off corral, but upon the oh-so-near body of the greenrider.

Thesy's eyes wander to the petite greenrider, suddenly attracted by a woman she's never seen before, and this is obviously confusing her as thoroughly as the sensation of white hot liquid running down her throat. Arms folded over her stomach - Shards! are the even heating the bowl? - she simply stands there, watching Teza, mirroring unconsciously her smile.

Sardrinth> Briganth's wings snap back, sending the green skyrocketing into the sky like a glowing ball of green fire, tail snapping almost tantalizingly behind her, though her bugle echoes warning, to stay away.

Sardrinth> Briganth takes off.

Sardrinth> You take off.

Sardrinth> Sky Above the Plateau

Sardrinth> Erranth takes off from Corral

Sardrinth> Celth takes off from Corral

Sardrinth> Azrieth takes off from Corral

Annalee stands stock-still, shivering with mirrored anticipation. She settles close to Teza, near to the fellow harper, her friend--who's suddenly changed so drastically.

Rade's heart remains in herself -- itself whirling a flutter -- cheeks heating up with each passing breath, the whirl of hot passed throughout her. Teza. That is what she's focusing on; that greenrider, so lovely she is. "

Teza," voice plays in her voice, soft, cloaked in near quiet of depth, pliable in it's heights of drowning joy. Yes, Rade is definitely captured in her dragon's thoughts.

Sardrinth> Erranth forces his way up, riding thermals from the approaching storm. This, yes, now this he's quite good at. Wingsails fill with air, bearing him higher, mind fixated on Briganth.

Teza's thoughts may be partially with her dragon, but the rest fall securely in herself. The rider watches, feels Briganth take off, smile tugging on her lips. Amber melts in fawn eyes, turning to regard the other riders with a mix of excitement and something.. else.

Sardrinth> Staying away is not Sardrinth's intent as he leaps from the ground, kill forgotten. The air beneath his wings carrying him upwards, using rather then fighting the strong wind coursing from the coming storm.

B'oat stumbles out of Living Caverns, blinking tiredly. "Shippy?" The Big blue warbles happily at his rider before turning his head to the green Yup, Shippith has not missed the change in Briganth.

Sardrinth> The wingsails stretch forward towards the air; triangles of joy lighting upon the sun, charcoal'd hips twitching like his tail, a wedge-shaped snake it swirls around in each taut whip length. Higher. Higher. Farther. Farther. Despite his ruggedness in his flight, Azrieth remains soulful, quiet swirling eyes nearly remorseful in it's joy -- yet another wonderful flight.

Annalee watches Teza with the last bit of her mind that is grounded and not locked in that tighter-than-normal bond with her dragon. Amazement: is this really the apprentice she gabbed with, the senior apprentice she learned from, the journeyman she's such dear friends with?

Sardrinth> Celth bugles loudly, taking to his old friend the air with a familiarity born of long association. He will arise and go now, for always night and day, I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I fly up through the airway, or through the cloudy grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

The smooth of the leather 'gainst her legs, the heat burning in her grey eyes that have melted already. Rade simply smiles and swoons as she gazes at Teza -- barely recognizes her as a human, no, she is Briganth. So pretty. So green.

Suddenly her feet seem to lose contact with the solid ground below as Thesy's mind goes up with Sardrinth, her bewilderment growing with every moment of the flight same as new sensations, never felt before, making her move closer to Teza, not able to tear her eyes from her, the green.

Sardrinth> Briganth flares wings again, catching a draft of wind and soaring high, higher, higher still, twisting, turning this way and that yet still upward she flies, her hide glowing, shimmering brilliantly against the dark backdrop of the storm. the storm, ohh-yes that ominous storm that looms not so far in the distance, much like the storm raging in the green's mind. Keep an eye on the bank of clouds, it just might worth investigating.

B'oat blinks in suprise as the blue rockets skywards with a bellow and a tenor bugle. He shakes his head as he stumbles towards the crowd.. and Teza.

Sardrinth> Sardrinth dips and dives over the air currents, cutting a path right through that of another dragon with a backwards look of triumph as wings carry him higher still, the wild wind whipping around and over him with a screaming whistle.

Sardrinth> Erranth spreads wings wide, not /chasing/ the green, per se, but watching, waiting, let the others burn themselves out. Wings reach wider yet, settling him near Briganth, in front of the oncoming storm. Now. Harper blue waits. Watches. And tries to get rid of the confusion! Really, this should be just like chasing Thread... shouldn't it?

Sardrinth> The storm; the clouds; the wings catching a breezy thermal that uplifts him into the storm, the clouds streaming past that sleek, airodynamic body -- he flies in sunkissed, unforbiding wetness o' the crashing of waves towards Briganth, the glowing green. Each breath is another breezy gasp, as Azrieth continues to fly, echoing each of her movements with a heartfelt twirl, a slightest neck curling around in the steamy air, rivlets of his love already starting.

C'ran's smile curls up to be almost... predatory. Top button on his jacket is loosened with one hand, the other pushing a lock of hair back out of his eyes.

Teza's mind comes back to her body at a gust of wind, slight frame stumbling at the onslaught. With a coy look in her eyes, she glances over her shoulders at the ground weyrs. "The weather is turning bad," she purrs softly. "Perhaps we should go inside." And so she does, moving with a soft chuckle.

Teza slinks quietly to the Ground Weyrs.

Annalee whimpers softly, locked within Erranth's mind. So-black hair is pushed back, barely letting herself be pulled along by another rider towards the ground weyrs.

"Inside?" voice echoes under Teza's words. Like puddy Rade is now, slinking over behind her with an easy slung step.

Rade shimmers and shines like the light from the moon to the Ground Weyrs.

With a slight bow to Teza, B'oat follows. His eyes bcome grey-blue, like a storm.

Drawn by an invisible string Thesy stumbles inside the Ground Weyr

C'ran wriggles on his way, shake it groove thang, shake it groove thang, yeah yeah to the Ground Weyrs.

Ground Weyrs
Dark stone arches upwards to vault high above the entrance to these ground-level weyrs. Large enough for more than a few dragons, pillars define the expanse of one smooth dragon-couch from the next, to offer at least the hint of privacy. Redolent, the air struggles towards the vents high above in an attempt to escape the prevalent odors of redwort and numbweed that drift and lurk in every tidy corner. Tunnels branch off like tentacles, heading into dragon-healer's quarters and the infirmary further southeast.

B'oat follows closely. His eyes become a storm grey-blue, like the emotions that fill both him and his dragon. He grins with a passion not often seen by him.

Rade's hands go to her hair, sleeking back it, teasing it 'round her fingers as it's soft sheen shines under the many glows. Hair, hips; both bouyant, shaken in her uneasy, love swooned step. Sauve is forgotten, simply she stands, quiet, quiet, watching.

Thesy gasps. Here it's even warmer than outside! Jacket and sweater are shucked off immediately, fingers brush back slightly moist curls and, since knees are a bit wobbly too, she leans against the wall, one hand firmly stuck into a pocket, the other nervously brushing over leather-clad thigh, opening and closing in intervals getting shorter and shorter.

Sardrinth> Celth puts no more effort then needed into the wind, letting it curl him up in great circles with its own currents and paths, ever nearing the course of the green, eyes awhirl with desire. By a cloud, by rings on the moon, Or a bough that casts no shadow By the snowflake falling at noon. In a warm sky Do the knowing eye and the reason, abandon all for the season.

Jacket is tossed to the ground, gloves follow, then Annalee makes a face as floor-length braid is pulled up and piled atop head. Oh dear. It's /hot/. That's all she can tell--the rest of her is awing with Erranth, watching Briganth, waiting...

C'ran unclips the straps to his jacket, letting it fall open and reveal a tanned chest beneath covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. Hands start to lower but pause, resting upon his hips with a soft purr.

Sardrinth> That storm, so dangerous, so violent in nature as lightning strikes through the clouds, illuminating thunderheads with each flash of it's brilliance, yet so inviting, so curiousely interesting and it's darkness offering shelter to hide in, to be lost in and not be caught. Briganth banks sharply, putting her self and any pursuers able to manage such a tight turn on a direct intercept course for the storm, her path sure and straight, gaining speed and height still like an arrow toward it's mark.

Teza's lips part with a flick of her tounge, lips dry. Slender hands reach up to her leathers, playing with the buttons. It is hot in here indeed. Jacket pulled off, Teza tosses it to the side, tunic underneath damp. She pauses, mind with her dragon.

Sardrinth> Erranth waits just outside the clouds, he /knew/ these would come in handy. Blue hide is nigh invisible against the stormclouds, wings wide. Collision course? Oh no. He moves slightly, heading at an angle deeper into the clouds--only enough where he can still make out that bright green form that is Briganth.

Sardrinth> Sardrinth bugles defiantly, whether to the storm or the dragon unknown, but a sharp twist in his course sets him back toward the green and the waiting clouds. Legs tuck up into his chest, wings closing in tight to his body causing the scream of the wind to grow louder still, picking up speed.

Sardrinth> With a bellowing tenor bugle, the flash of blue that is Shippith heads skywards. Like an ancient sailling ship, skimming the furious ocean waves, he breaks through the currents up, and after Brigath. Green eyes swim in greys and yellows; Blue hide ripples like the waves of Pern's seas and wings clip the currents sharply as he twists to keep in sight of the green.

Sardrinth> Not so easily lost in the air is this blue, indeed with a small adjustment Celth is following with increased dexterity, turning each dive and jink of the air to his advantage. The smell of the storm is on the air adding spice to the flight, and excitement to the catch. So who can regard the least, Of these things with pulse untroubled? The wind has veered to the east, The fields are stubbled, And the shrewd airs inform Us of the storm.

B'oat can feel the air pressure that tears at his lifemate, and trys to blow him offcourse. Already dressed in loose pants and a light shirt - having been summond from his bed by his dragon, B'oat's thin shirt is soon drenched in sweat caused by adrenaline and excitement.

Sardrinth> To be caught in; to be captured; thrusted into the pleasures and gullies of the warmth, the hips swirling at each passing breath of soft air, going past the calluses of his hips, past and around those legs caught in the pleasure of flying. Higher and higher. Towards the arrow, Azrieth shoots, gaining height and speed at each passing; raw breath caught into croons of beguiling pleasures, voluptious curve of body silhoetting 'gainst the sun. The warmth patterns over his body like a rainfall, tapping each burnt hip of midnight in a facet of colors. The color of his own eyes is a deep purple, wine dark. A tapestry of thoughts is hidden in those eyes. Of thoughts of this radiant green.

A light enticing growl escapes C'ran's throat, a low rumbling coursing through his tanned chest as jacket falls from his shoulders to the floor with a wisp of sound. Having been woken up without warning, no shirt mars the flesh beneath his jacket, nothing to cover the tanned flesh and hardening nipples.

Rade's temples burst in a pressure of beating heart, voice a low purr; not unlike how Teza's was before -- she copies C'ran in that growl. Though hers' is different, more feminine, posse. Golden length of hair falls before her eyes, she tucks some behind her ear as she groans. Shoulders rise and fall at each passing engulf of breath.

Wiping off the fine film of sweat from her forehead Thesy seems to return for a moment, mindwise. "Didn't anybody bring something to drink?" is asked in a hoarse voice as tongue flickers over her lower lip, the blue rider, consumed by glowing heat, unceasing and even stoked, glances towards the others briefly before blue eyes return to Teza, not hiding a new and alluring longing anymore.

Annalee stands back against the cool, the cold, of the stone walls. It is /nice/ there. Chin tilts up slightly as almost-almond sapphire eyes close, not wanting to increase the burning heat within her anymore. Normally soft voice is almost raspy--"I agree... even just water would be nice." And she's gone again, waiting within the storm.

Sardrinth> Briganth levels off, too high can prove to be fatal as the green slows, not out of want or desire, but out of pure necessity to need to see in the dark, turning, whirling clouds of this storm. a sudden flash of lightening surrounds the green, momentarily illuminating the form of a brown in her path which she dives, twisting to avoid collision and spinning to get a safe distance from that, that, that male! She must have gotten turned around in the storm, how else could she have almost collided with Azrieth.

Sardrinth> With a rumble like that of the stormcloud, the windtossed blue dragon sails skywards, and eyes are locked upon the green that glows oh so brightly. With a snap of his large, sail-like wings, Shippith rides the stormy weather up..up.. up...

Short, fiery hair flies as Teza returns the growls with her own, more a purr than else. Harper hands, callused fingertips toy with the neck of her tunic; thin, white material clinging to her body as she shifts slightly amongst the others.

Sardrinth> Sardrinth presses his advantage, giving no heed to the warning of the storm as instead he darts into its midst, flying blind with only the instinct of where the jade jewel is. A jag of lightning slides past his body, but with a quick dart to the side he remains unharmed, speed gaining in the cool billows of cloudy darkness.

Sardrinth> Erranth shifts into high gear now, a blur of near-invisible blue 'midst stormclouds and other dragons. Blunted form easily slices through the air, compact body holding very little air resistance. Swiftly-whirling eyes keep to Briganth: Yes, it is she he wants to catch, no one else should...

Sardrinth> How else indeed? Delighted; sheerly delighted in that near catch - Azrieth nearly stops altogether just to shiver in absolute delight at it. The light nary bothers him, darkness engulfs once more, that cloud pondering a grasp here and there along himself, much alike to this storm of feelings; of passions brought to the light of the brain. Enlightened at his hopes, he gives himself another chance and flies, this time without that pouty stupor in each flirty twirl of hip.

Harper answers harper's purr with a return one, even as Erranth heads on a collision course with Briganth, Anna's own stunned sensuality returns to her. Curved form stretches, and she heads 'way from the wall, nearer to Teza, sapphire eyes half-lidded.

Sardrinth> Celth widens his wings to get a better feel of that around him, turning into a roll through clouds, cleaving through floating moisture like a knife through butter, leaving a path in his wake of upturned roiling darkness. Wings curl in, sending him upwards with a crack towards the green remeniscient of a roll of thunder. Whose hands -- not yours, not mine -- Shall hold the floods in tether? We have seen the cloud and the sign, But we cannot stay the weather. Run to your clouds. Pull fast Your wings on the blast.

B'oat shivers; not because the weyr is cold, but from the excitement and arosal of his blue partner. Sliding to the floor, he pulls at the collar of his shirt. Panting, he growls deeply; like his dragon, B'oat's voice is a rumble of thunder that echos through the stony chamber.

All of them want that catch; Teza and Briganth; what a neat little package. Purr continues, wretched in itself, Rade was never a singer, so the elasticy of her voice remains sultry, gaspy, and purely raw and passionate. Her words -- do they matter? -- they are rarely understood, caught in the roll upon her tongue as they make each syllable, ununderstood, though to her they sound like the soft plutter of poetry; 'gainst her tongue they are the absolute of romantisms. Who cares what the others think they sound like?

Sardrinth> Briganth continues to spiral down, down, till wind finally fills wingsails once more to send acrobatic green rocketing upward again, corkscrewing as she flies, brushing past dragon wing and turning to near miss Erranth. another one she didn't see in the stormy darkness. Briganth is lost now, flying on complete blind instinct and sure desire to be uncaught.

Sardrinth> Shippith rumbles deeply, and furls dark wings, dropping low like the raindraops that wizz past him and the green. The stormy darkness ignites in the fire of lightning - Dark Skys answer with a crash, and wings outstretch and snap as the wind rushes beneath him and carries him up, up up.. towards and after the green beauty that taunts him so in the clouds of night!

Sardrinth> Erranth crows wildly as he pulls wings towards him, diving straight down towards Briganth. He will not miss. Months on end of practicing will not go to waste here, no! Uhoh. Here she comes again. Wings snap out once more, the sheer force of it sending him straight up. Harper blue wrestles with the thermals, sending him on an energy-saving angle straight towards Briganth.

Slowly, almost reluctantly yet not able to stay away Thesy moves closer to Teza, her glance never leaving that lovely face. Closer, one more step still there's that invisible wall that maybe will disappear. One hand trails down her neck, pausing briefly, stunned by the feeling of a racing pulse.

Sardrinth> Sardrinth wings to the side daringly, barely avoiding lighting playing through the clouds like children on a sunny day. A bugle nearing laugher sounds out at the temerity of the clouds to challenge him, regardless of his temerity at challenging the green. Ducking up and about through the ebony billows, every closer to the jinking emerald intent upon eluding his grasp.

With a cry like his dragon's bugle, B'oat's eyes, now a deep grey like the storm clouds he knows, and through his life-mate feels above him, snap open, resting with sheer lust and primal need to be close on Teza.

Sardrinth> Up now? Up he goes then. Placid are not his features; instead Azrieth is depicting all that love inside himself, bursting to get out. Another croon. Raw. Throughout the storm he continues to stumble, each wing bringing him closer to his hopeful target, each breath filling those lungs spewing of croons. In and out, up and down, he tries to be found; the tearing of weathered riplets of storm continuing to take him to the peak of existance, higher he must go. He came so close -- how can he loose her now? Suave, coy, those are once more gained. He tiptoes through clouds, playing a game of peek-a-boo; searching for that green somewhere here.

'Gainst most of her common sense, Rade takes the dare of her lifemate, and gathers herself closer to Teza -- each breath a gasping, wretched one of herself, noisy and unpolite as they are she cannot help them.

Sardrinth> Celth matches each corkscrew with one of his own, up, up into the midnight towers of the sky. Eyes shine a molten crimson in the dangerous dark, surrendering himself to the night. Some night I lose the feeling, Some nights I lose control, Some night I just lose it all when I watch you dance and the thunder rolls.

C'ran's breathing has turned shallow, coursing, filled with a burning desire. Eyes narrow to view only the rider, one hand at his hips, the other curling up to run down over his chest, a tingling sensation left behind.

Sardrinth> Green seems to seer past him, and the thunder's roar encourages the Blue to take risks; skimming through the currents, Shippith slices through like a hot knife through butter. All focus is on the green, The rolling expanse of green that captures his need so easily. Molten silver flashes ripple across the sodden hide, and twisting with the winds, Shippith dives towards Briganth, the green godess of the stormy chase.

Sapphire eyes snap open once again as Annalee shakes her hair loose of it's constrictive plaiting. Down it tumbles, to the ground, a shining mass of blueblack velvet. One ruby lip curls with a slight trace of possessiveness--someone else dares to want a fellow harper? Mutiny, treason, this is not allowed!

The storm outside rages within, soft laughter emerging from Teza's mouth. The teasing, taunting manner of her lifemate fills the rider, and she dances back from the other riders. Right hand at her hip, the left toys with with the tunic and the leathers in turn. Catch the dragon, catch the rider. But first, there is the catch.

Oh, and when will that life filling catch be? Not that Rade will not live if Azrieth does not catch; she most certaintly will, but she most certaintly will still be sour. Or, perhaps, she won't -- perhaps she'll forget all this. Afterall, it's not as if she's living it. No, no. Azrieth is.

Sardrinth> Twinkle twinkle, little star, how they wonder where you are. Emerald flashing as Briganth does fly, through the clouds hung in Pern's sky. -- and so the song goes, flashing brightly across Celth and Sardrinth's paths, circling round them, then between them though she be unaware of her position, only missing them with sheer luck as wind suddenly gusts, air currents drastically changing....

But Annalee lives it, caught up within the uncommonly tight bond between her blue and herself. Only enough conciousness is maintained to establish the simple fact that she's not in the air with Erranth, and she presses towards the other harper.

Dark hair is plastered to his face; B'oat ignores the locks that marr his view of the rider who'm he wishes to make his own. Like his dragon high above, B'oat knows the game. The dragons skim and chase in the sky, but this wooing of the rider, the approach... He moves slowly, and off to the left. Thundering eyes chase the green rider's and his every move is timed. This catch, Oh yes, so like the dance... Twirling, he comes closer, closer, stepping in time to stay close to Teza.

Oblivious to everything and everybody except that bewitching laughter Thesy feels her knees giving way and slowly she glides down the wall, blood ringing in her ears, breath coming heavier now. Black curls are stuck to her temples, a tiny vein pulsing visibly while hands now both fold and unfold, unintentely and unconsciously.

Sardrinth> Erranth bugles, the sound cutting through the thunder of the clouds, in this dance. Erranth waits beyond Celth and Sardrinth, waiting, watching Briganth for that slim chance that he could be the lucky one to catch Briganth. Wide wings spread wider as blunted form hovers, darts, then hovers again, slipping now towards the knot of dragons.

Sardrinth> Past Celth and Sardrinth? Oh, not those two. Blues. Azrieth would probably like them had this not been a flight -- but it is a flight -- and he knows it. Those blues. Night's blast of himself, inhimself, pulls him closer to that Briganth. Or so he hopes. Afterall, with this ravage wind, how can one tell? That charcoal etches across the brain, across the clouds, he tries to untangle himself from the winds grasp downward, and succeeds. Just barely. Up. To. Briganth. Perhaps she'll let the wolf in afterall. Afterall, his smile isn't that toothy. And he has good intentions, too.

Sardrinth> Sardrinth is aware of how near his goal is, with a sharp twist he wings off to the side only to nearly collide with blue Celth, offering only disdain he flips over the blues back to dart after the green. Too late for anything beyond the catch, the ebony has entered him, become part of him, driving him forward. Tendrils of inky clouds curl about him with each stroke, parting in his wake to be lit periodicly by the sharp crack of lightning leaping.

Sardrinth> Like a crashing wave, the swooping curve of this blue dragons flight path makes him spin out of control; like the tiny skiffs tossed and overturned at sea. No! Nooo! Tenor bugle sings out, inspite of the storm, and with a sharp turn of slimlined body and tapered wings, the currents lift Shippith higher and under the path of the dancing green Briganth.

Sardrinth> Celth ignores the impetuous young blue so intent is he upon the goal, pushing himself further. A croon of invitation soars through the air, reaching the ears of all those with him, no meaning save for the emerald lover in front, what can only be his lover. Will you make me some magic With your own two hands? Can you build an emerald city with these grains of sand? Can you give me something I can take home? He can do that...

So close, so close. Teza's eyes widen til a pool of dark black, rimmed by a ring of golden brown, is centered within eyes so white. Soft whispers, murmurs are voiced in echo of Briganth's thoughts, a whirlwind of disjointed phrases and words.

Annalee slips closer towards Teza, ebon haired harper's eyes focused entirely on the greenriding harper in front of her. It's all such a confused fuss in the sky o'erhead, she's not sure where all the dragons are--she's just locked on Briganth, for she is Erranth now.

Sardrinth> Briganth stutters, trying to maintain her course and speed, trying to scramble out of the pack of dragons she so horribly got herself stuck in. But that sharding wind! Another gust and the green is tossed out of the pack and totally off course to be sent spiralling out of controll, down, down, down past her pursuers with hardly a hope of recovery. Uh-oh!

Phrases and words -- tales beyond tales -- poetry in the making. Rade has those, too. Heated breath, she takes yet another gasp, and, nearly lazily, takes another step towards Teza. Drunken on her lust, she is. Quiet. Thirsty she is. But not thirsty for water. The storm is everywhere. She dodges lightening, and is closer still. Hand goes to her hip, other to the top of her button-down leathers, and she sort of leans to the side, dodging, trying to get closer past that wind.

Sardrinth> Wings sharply flutter, then fold as Shippith dives down, down beside the fallen green! He'll not let her drown in the rumbling wave of clouds!

Sardrinth> Erranth folds his wings and arrows down again, small form dropping like a stone without his wings extended to keep him aloft--down, down towards Briganth. No! Shippith, get away, get away /now/!

Annalee lets out an enraged snarl as she, through Erranth, watches Shippith. "Don't /touch/ her...

B'oat Rumbles and snarls, like his dragon high above in the clouds. Eyes flash like lightning as he swerves from Annalee's touch, and comes closer to Teza...

Sardrinth> Sardrinth pulls wings in tight to his body until, with nothing to support him, he drops from the sky, the scream of the wind so loud as to become a wail. Like a star from above he courses downward toward the ground and that which lies between it. Tail remains flung out behind him every part of him thinning to streamline the dive until the space of a breath separates the two.

Blue eyes, clouded by that double vision, keep lingering on enticing frame, green, that's all there is, filling Thesy's mind. This and a burning desire, strange, frightening, fascinating, rousing her senses almost beyond endurance.

Sardrinth> Silly Briganth. Loosing all control, Azrieth watches. Almost -- not quite -- now. The charcoal of himself, he is no longer the prince, nor is he the beast; nay, he is the prince. Come to take his princess away. The tight, taut of his muscles wretchedly pulls through that wind that engulfs him, lightening striking now again, too close, but not nearly close to him. The tail, so slender, so charcoal, so dark; captures her, her jade so beautiful. Pressed against her, he looses his coy once more. He has caught! Joy!

Sardrinth> A deep rumble emerges from Shippith. One eye locked on his fellow rivals, suitors all for the green prize that is Briganth, Shippith tightens his wings to his sides and falls faster than the green. Neck stretches out, the shine of ocean blue catching in the rain, and wings snap out to slow the decent of green and blue...

Sardrinth> Celth loops up to the top of his arch only to spear downward through the air, cutting through the darkness of the storm as the sharpest knife slits water, flowing about him rather then against him. Everything he is going to Briganth, everything he can be a promise to her, He's looking for an original sin, one with a twist and a bit of a spin, and since he's done all the old ones till they've all been done in, he's endlessly searching for an original sin.

Sardrinth> Erranth dives down, like a stone, 'til blue form is so close to Briganth. A warning bugle is given to Shippith--don't /touch/ her. He is young, he is strong, /he/ will catch her! Azrieth? Traitor!! From under Briganth, blue wings snap as belly rolls up towards the green, claws extended towards Azrieth and Shippith. Away. Away. Now.

Sardrinth> Liquid siver eyes bore into Erranth's own. Away? Never!! The older blue, in his prime, extends shining wings again. All that matters now is the green. To stop her falling.. stop her descent...

Briganth is caught in the sky, Teza cries out below. The rider turns, unsure, her mind in the sky alongside her flying, captured dragon. Hands at her side rise, feebly, as she slumps against the wall. Dragon caught. Rider? Not quite yet.

Sardrinth> Briganth's cries of terror turn to croons of delight and she is caught by Azrieth. her hero, her saver. Jade tail and neck twine about brown, snuggling next to her prince to be carried away, to have the storm of her mind lulled by the gentle touch of her new mate, Azrieth.

Sardrinth> Erranth will deal with this traitor later. But now: He blinks between. Away.

Sardrinth> Celth pulls off with a croon of dismay, rolling away through the clouds back towards the ground, lost. Not a dry eye in the house. After love's curtain comes down. Listen and you'll hear the sound. Hear the sound of a heart breaking.

Sardrinth> Celth soars southwest, out the bowl and over the forest.

Sardrinth> Shippith gives a dispairing cry, before vanishing into the storm, and the cold of between... Be still his broken heart...

Oh, rider is practically caught. Now. Rade sashays over and is with Teza -- as Briganth is with Azrieth.

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