Jinieth's Second Leadership Flight

Jinieth takes to the skies again, confirming P'ter and Aisheth as Weyrleaders once more. And L'nan woos Jenna in the Living Cavern.

Jenna - Sunday, March 03, 2002, 11:36 AM
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You head into the Living Caverns.
Fort Weyr Living Cavern(#199RJa$)
Approaching half the size of the Hatching Grounds, this cavern echoes with voices
during the day, and the soft patter of feet during the night. Dozens of tables are
spaced throughout, each with open space around to provide small amounts of privacy
for the discussions carried on at each. The night hearth, with a cluster of pots of
stew and klah, is situated near the large entrance to the Bowl. Several other
hearths are spaced around the huge chamber, lending light and some heat to the room.
Broad marble steps to the southwest lead up to the impressive Fort Weyr kitchen. To
the east, a short flight of stairs leads to the hallway to the inner caverns. A
stout door to the north has a healer's emblem on it, marking the Infirmary. To the
south is a wide tunnel, leading out of the weyr, and a wide opening to the west
leads to the weyr bowl.
Contents:
Jamison
N'sales
P'ter
Meg and Peg
Fort Weyr Firelizard Perch

Osgiliath> Above the northeastern area, Jinieth spreads her wings and launches off her ledge.
Osgiliath> Above the northeastern area, Jinieth wings her way southwest over the bowl.
Osgiliath> Above the center of the bowl, Jinieth spirals down towards the Center of the bowl, and backwings to a landing.

P'ter peers as Jenna comes in, but Jenna is exactly that, Jenna, so he takes a sip of his klah and nods to her.
Fort Weyr> L'nan snugs and waves to Llwfi!
Fort Weyr> P'ter snugs
Fort Weyr> N'sales idles for a minute

Public announcement: Leah announces "Golden Jinieth of Fort Weyr is about to take to the skies in another leadership flight! Though the Winner is, of course, pre-determined, anyone who is interested in doing so is welcome to join us by @emitting or puppetting an NPC Bronzerider! If interested, please page Leah! If not, you're more than welcome to +watch the flight by +watchng fort-bowl :)"

Leah comes in from the bowl.
Leah has arrived.

Jamison fills a large mug with juice. Actually, it's a small pitcher, but in his hands, it looks like a mug. Big men need big drinks. He makes his way over to the more populated table.

P'ter spills his klah, "Leah! Hello Leah." He sounds calm, but has to pat quickly at the spreading klah stain on his shirt, ouch, hot hot hot.
Osgiliath> Above the center of the bowl, Aisheth spirals down towards the Center of the bowl, and backwings to a landing.
Osgiliath> Aisheth has arrived.

Jenna comes in humming to herself, and for once without anything to occupy her hands. She feels P'ter's eyes on her for a moment and gives him a quizzical look. Even moreso as the Weyrwoman enters and he spills his klah. Someone's been out of the weyr on a run in the last few days and has missed the fireworks.

Osgiliath> Aisheth lands carefully, warbling a long and longing note towards Jinieth.

Leah charges in with a frantic look on her face. Her butt must be on fire with the way she's running. She storms right over to her Weyrmate and Weyrleader, saying tothe two of them, "Why, exactly, are the colors of our knot brown and black?! Who
decided that?? And why wasn't I included in that decision, hm?" Hands go on hips and she taps her foot impatiently, looking from one to the other.

Osgiliath> S'mis slides down from Osgiliath's side, and then pulls out a list from his jacket pocket. "Yeah, Os, We'll just be a few minutes. They sent me up to look for these records." That said, the bronzerider heads towards the living caverns, mumbling under his breath.
Osgiliath> Jinieth is glowing a rich, dark shade of gold. She lands with a satisfied smirk as she sprays dust all over everyone else in the bowl, then snorts at Aisheth, a low growl in her throat. He must've made this mess!

L'nan walks in from the inner caverns whistling cheerfully and talking to another bluerider. "Yeah, and /then/ she kissed her smack on the tip of her- afternoon," he interrupts himself waving to the various folks he recognizes.

P'ter raises an eyebrow, looking shocked, "But you don't like the colors?" He blinks, "Really don't like them? I'm sure we can change them if we need to." He looks around, all those tapestries, all those items, all those things all carefully rendered with at least some brown and black.

Jamison pauses a minute, looking up, as he sits down, just watching the Weyrwoman. He tilts his head slightly knowingly, as anyone who has spent any significant portion of their life at or near a Weyr might do, and looks at the others at his table. "Flight?"

P'ter turns to L'nan, resistance is futile, even in this situation he must respond, "Tip of her afternoon?"

L'nan blanches slightly at P'ter and then grins widely, giving Leah a wide berth. "Uh, well, the tip of somethin', anyway," he smirks. "Weyrwoman," he adds with a slight bow. Best to be polite, eh?

Jenna's eyes flicker to Leah and she ohs faintly, recognizing the Weyrwoman's temper. She heads towards Jamison and nods, "Guess so. I'm just going to try to stay out of the way."

Leah nods to P'ter with some satisfaction, "That is exactly what I think! Pink. Two shades. Baby pink and that rich magenta pink. Don't you agree?" From the look on her face, he'd better agree with her or there might be something exploding... like the Weyrwoman's head.

N'sales looks at his weyrmate with a blank exression nodding in agreement to P'ter's response. "That would be a lot of work to make those changes. What colors would you like to see them?"

Osgiliath> High above the bowl, Mvraeth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Jamison just nods slowly, quietly sipping his mug-o-juice. It seems that SOMEone knows when it is a good time to just be quiet and watch.

N'sales closes his eyes to shield from the colors she chose. In a cool voice he says, "Pink. I see."

Osgiliath> High above the bowl, Mvraeth trumpets his identity loudly to the watchdragon as he appears from *between*.
Osgiliath> High above the bowl, Mvraeth spirals down lower into the bowl.

Jenna glances over to L'nan for a moment, and then curls up into a chair, out of the way.

Osgiliath> Jinieth snaps at a poor, hapless blue that's wandered a bit too close in his efforts to escape from the scene. A defiant bugle is raised in his direction as he escapes to his ledge, then peers down fearfully over the edge. The gold watches him with a snorts and claws at the ground.
Osgiliath> Beliath bugles a greeting as he lands.

P'ter wonders if it might be his own head to explode, perhaps under some near by moveable object. "Pink on pink? Sounds interesting. We can start to set the arrangements in motion tomorrow, I'll contact the harpers then, we'll need new tapestries."

Osgiliath> Above the center of the bowl, Mvraeth spirals down towards the Center of the bowl, and backwings to a landing.

S'mis comes in from the bowl.
S'mis has arrived.

Osgiliath> Mvraeth finds his path and carefully lands among all the dragons. The gold one receives a gentle warble.
Osgiliath> F'tan slides with ease down from his place between his lifemate's neckridges. As he reaches the ground, Mvraeth croons happily.

F'tan comes in from the bowl.
F'tan has arrived.

Leah says to N'sales, "You don't like pink? How can anyone not like pink?" She glances at P'ter, nodding with satisfaction, then tosses her hair over her shoulder. Rolling her eyes impatiently, she looks towards the bowl, calling out, "For Faranth's sake, Jinieth, I'm busy organizing a Weyr! It's all your fault anyway!"

Osgiliath> Tinieth lands with a challenging bugle and a flare of his magnificent bronze wings, as if to scare off any other chasers. M'tran slides down from his ridge-o-comfort and hefts a box that was strapped to the bronze's side. "Lessee, Tiny," he mumbles. "This's for one Salyn. Think she's a baker, eh?" With a cheerful - and oblivious - slap on the bronze hide, he marches towards the living caverns.

N'sales nods in agreement to P'ter. "I will talk with the weavers in Ruatha and see how long it will take to get the tapestries re-commisioned." He looks at Leah's facecarefully, trying to determine her next words.

L'nan coughs and makes his way Jenna-wards, reaching out a hand to touch her shoulder lightly. This is joined by a small smile, a glance to Leah and the lucky bronzeriders, and a sigh as he plops into a chair.

Osgiliath> Ziroth lands in the bowl, his rider quickly dismounting.

S'mis comes in from the bowl, pulling off his gloves. "Southern Barrier's duties to Fort and her queens." The short bronzer nods to those assembled and then zeros in on the Weyrwoman. "Uh, Weyrwoman? I was sent up here to look at some hides. I mean, some records!" The bronzer turns bright red, unable to resist assessing Leah's hide, or what he can see of it.

Osgiliath> Ziroth spreads his bronze wings as well, letting the sun shine on his bronze hide. Let the others try and fly this queen, he intended on winning!

M'tran walks in, hefting a box. "I've got somethin' for a Salyn... oh, and Benden's duties t'Fort and her adorable, lovely, and shiningly magnificent Queens." He beams, proud with his gift (?) of flattery.

Jenna looks up at L'nan, chewing on her lower lip. "How are you, Lu?" She's trying her best to ignore the tension that's building across the caverns, both with Leah's demands and the bronzer's circling.

P'ter peers at S'mis,"Does not Southern Barrier have hides of its own that it could look at?" "Our Leah's hide is in perfect condition." He blinks, "Her hides, I mean her hides, in her er ... records room."

N'sales is distracted by the arrival of the bronze from Southern Barrier then braces himslef against Leah's remark. "Do you have a time frame in mind Leah for completion?" he tries to distract her from the other bronze lest a fight break out.

F'tan enters the cavern quietly, idly wipping his right shoulder. He scans, spots P'ter then smiles. "Hey there..." Behind him a quite tall rider comes in wearing the knot of a bronzerider.

Leah nods absently to N'sales, still staring out towards the bowl, "I think now would be good. It's very important that we get these changes in immediately.... WHAT?! Leave me be, I've got work to do!" She turns on her heel and storms off into the bowl.

Osgiliath> Ziroth snorts at the appearance of more bronzes. His eyes whirl red with growing lust and anticipation.

L'nan shrugs and gives Jenna a cheerful wink. "All right. Alirath's hiding," he adds in a low voice. "How're you doing? You all right around all this?" he asks, waving towards the pink-knot-discussion.

Osgiliath> Beliath eyes all the unknown dragons alternatively but only one catches his attention. Moving swiftly he dares to come closer...

Jamison just raises an eyebrow. He chuckles and stands. "I need to get back on shift." And heads back into the inner caverns, taking his mug with him.

S'mis puts hands on his hips, completing the rather blocky and stocky figure. "It's well known that Fort's the first weyr, or had you forgotten that sir?" He's *trying* to be polite. Really. Blue eyes flicker back to Leah, twinkling in amusement, "And as for her hide, I can see it's rather... well kept." He jumps back out of the way as Leah reverses course.

Leah heads out the cavernous entrance to the bowl.
Leah has left.

Jamison walks down the eastern stairs to the Inner Caverns.
Jamison has left.

P'ter gives N'sales a conspiring look. Better to work together than against each other. "We had better head out?"

Osgiliath> Ziroth edges slowly toward the queen, eyes whirling steadily now, red-tinged facets gleaming as he displays, tucking his neck toward his chest in a proud display of being male.
Osgiliath> Osgiliath is biding his time, not nearly as disturbed as the other bronzes gathered. His eyes are fixed on Jinieth, ignoring the new arrivals.

N'sales nods to P'ter in complete agreement. "Best not get on her bad side." he whispers something quiet to him.. "and just ride this out..."

M'tran delivers his box into a young baker's hands, then watches the goings on with interest. He seems quite genially cheerful until Leah storms out. "For Faranth's sake, and all that's bronze in the world," he grumbles. "Why've I got such lousey timing?!" and he follows the Fortians out.

Osgiliath> Ziroth keeps his eyes on Jinieth. He *wants* her so badly! He edges closer, this time a little bit faster, until he is practically next to the queen. Almost, but not quite.

Jenna shrugs at L'nan. "It's a flight. No big deal, really. Happens all the time." She lowers her voice, "Usually when I'm out on a run, but... Too late to run down to the hall now."

F'tan looks around for a moment then realizes that the Weyrwoman is glowing almost as the Gold dragon he saw when he landed in the bowl. He's a smart brownrider you know. "Huh oh...It isn't maybe the right time to ask you for advice P'ter?"

Osgiliath> Tinieth turns his head to stare at Jinieth. He's not covert, and he's not shy. He just _stares_. Mmm. Pretty gold.

N'sales says "I will take Ruatha if you want to head to the Harpers?" he shrugs. "How far you want to take this actually?""

N'sales heads out the cavernous entrance to the bowl.
N'sales has left.

S'mis heads out as well, torn between seriousness and amusement. Looks like amusement is going to win out. "Well, they were old records anyway. Not like they're going anywhere."

Osgiliath> Jinieth hisses at her rider as the petite blonde comes out. Leah stomps over to Jinieth and the two seem to get into an arguement, though the only one that can be heard is the small woman, "I will not! You've had your bath, your hide oiled, you ate two days ago, and you won't leave me be! What's wrong with you!" Jinieth suddenly swings her red-tinged eyes over to Tinieth and hisses at him to with a << What are you staring at? >> kind of sound.

S'mis heads out the cavernous entrance to the bowl.

P'ter grins to F'tan, tight faced, "Not now no, but I'll see you later. Unless I get my way and it'll be much later!" He slaps the fellow on the back heartily and heads out.

P'ter heads out the cavernous entrance to the bowl.
P'ter has left.

Osgiliath> Tinieth merely bugles in response to Jinieth, and he does it in an annoyingly condescending way, too.
Osgiliath> N'sales comes out following Leah a short moment after she leaves. He quickly tries to catch up to her. Stopping as Jinieth hisses at her. best not get in the way of that. Instead he chooses to stop and wait patiently, watching from a safe distance.

F'tan winces a bit then smiles. "We'll see..."

F'tan heads out the cavernous entrance to the bowl.
F'tan has left.

Osgiliath> F'tan trots after P'ter, a smile on his face.
Osgiliath> Ziroth looks down at Leah, then turns back to Jinieth, and bugles, stretching his neck out toward the sky. He seemed to be asking her <when?>
Osgiliath> Above the northeastern area, Orenth spreads his wings and launches off Jinieth's ledge.
Osgiliath> Mvraeth doesn't even casts a look at his rider, totally bewitched by the bright Jinieth.
Osgiliath> Above the northeastern area, Orenth spirals down and backwings to a neat landing on the bowl floor.

L'nan nods at Jenna's comments, then leans in to whisper to her.

Osgiliath> Orenth comes from the northeastern area.

L'nan mutters to Jenna, "... want, you're certainly... to my weyr...."

L'nan whispers " If you want, you're certainly welcome to hitch a ride up to my weyr...."

Osgiliath> Jinieth bugles defiantly, lowering her head once more to eye her rider... threateningly? No, that couldn't be. Well, unless... the gold suddenly takes off with a brilliant show of golden wings and leaps over the others into the feeding pens.
Osgiliath> Jinieth has left.
Osgiliath> S'mis swings his head over to look at his rider, and then turns immediately back to Jinieth. He likes this one, Boss. A soft croon is given, and he shifts, then taking off to the feeding grounds.
Osgiliath> Orenth comes in from the northern area of the bowl, looking quite satisfied with himself, giving a buggle to the other dragons present.
Osgiliath> Ziroth hisses now at Orenth. *Another* bronze! They just keep coming and coming, he clearly stated to his rider.

Osgiliath> In the Fort Weyr feeding grounds
Osgiliath> Nestled in the southwestern end of the oval-shaped Bowl, this grassy
field provides quite a contrast from the unremarkable dirt ground found elsewhere
around it. These are the pastures for the herdbeasts which feed the inhabitants of
Fort Weyr.
Osgiliath> The peaceful lake shore from which the herdbeasts drink runs east, where
the sandy shore allows for swimming and relaxing, and curves to the south. The
western most portion of the lake is fenced off, to keep the herdbeasts separated
from bathing dragons, and is reachable to the south. The bowl stretches far to the
northeast, nearly 2 miles long. The weyrling barracks lie a north of here.
Immediately to the west, next to the cliffs, are pens in which the herdbeasts are
kept.
Osgiliath> Contents:
Osgiliath> Beliath
Osgiliath> Mvraeth(#17913JMaepqs$)
Osgiliath> Jinieth
Osgiliath> Obvious exits:
Osgiliath> Lake Shore LAke Weyrling Barracks Center of Bowl

S'mis> Tinieth just about hops after Jinieth in a manner that seems to say, 'This'll be /fun/'!
S'mis> F'tan puts one hand on his forehead. "Wow already? That'll be fast..."

Jenna's brow furrows slightly at L'nan. "Really?"

Osgiliath> Phalanxeth arrives, an out-Weyr bronze dragon who was in the area, and couldn't resist the pull of a Gold about to Rise. This rather old dragon, some 40 Turns in age, just sits there, watching the Queen arrive. He rumbles softly, chasing after her, but moving slowly, patiently. He's been through flights many-a-time before.

S'mis> P'ter sighs, "Here we go again." He turns sternly to his dragon, "Now Aisheth, you promised me tha.." Aisheth snorts at his rider, a snort that tells him to go boil his riding jacket. P'ter is still wiping the film of liquid from his face when Aisheth crosses the fence.
S'mis> P'ter calls out, "Well you didn't have to put it quite /that/ way you bronze lump!"

L'nan leans back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. "Of course, really," he affirms, amused. "Only if y'want, though." He shrugs, giving her his best lopsided smile.

S'mis> N'sales gives a sigh and moves against the bowl wall to help steady his failing legs suddenly.
S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Ziroth rumbles slightly and hovers above the golden queen.
S'mis> F'tan chuckles. "Just like his lifemate..." The brownrider teases P'ter with a wink.
S'mis> Leah seems to be trying to chase after her dragon. She runs through the others to the fence that bars access to the feeding pens and jumps up so she is standing on the first bar. Yelling at her dragon, she says, "If you eat anything more, I'm going to burst!"
S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Tinieth is switching attention from Jinieth to the herdbeasts, mostly because they're the most noisy things in the area. He settles on staring at Jinieth again, waiting for her to start her meal. He's just about daring her, really. C'mon. I /dare/ you...
S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Ziroth watches Jinieth, his desire beginning to grow stronger at the sight of the dazzling beauty.
S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Mvraeth slowly walks over, rumbling once at the too close bronze Beliath.

Jenna chews on her lower lip, and takes a long drink from her mug, not quite answering yet.

Osgiliath> Beliath echoes adding his loud tone. This young bronze may be inexperienced but his youth is his strength.

L'nan tilts his head. "Jenna," he finally murmurs. "Y'can say no. I won't be offended," he adds, reassuringly. "I mean, in all honesty, I might beg, but..."

Osgiliath> Ziroth swiftly sidesteps Beliath to be even, landing smoothly *very very closely* to the queen. He arches his neck, bugling his wanting...
Osgiliath> Aisheth snarls loudly, his gaze fixed onto Jinieth as he lands while still moving, his huge claws digging large rents in the soft ground. He croons then, croons of his desire and his lust for Jinieth, hoping she will hear his song.
Osgiliath> Orenth watches the golden queen with intense interest. His wings are taught as his head flicks back and forth watching, waiting.
Osgiliath> Osgiliath doesn't waste time, and instead reaches out for a herdbeast as it stampedes by. It is speared on his talons and he quickly draws it in. There are a couple of quick snaps of the beast, breaking it's neck. Or perhaps he's just trying to get it off his talons, now that he managed to catch it. Finally, he resorts to pulling it off, and closes his maw about the wounds, drinking deeply, tail lashing. He meant to do that, really.
Osgiliath> Jinieth lands, seeming to delight in the screams and terrified flurry of herdbeasts and wherries. She roars once, just for good measure, her eyes swirling deep red with her emotions as she takes the time to torture the poor beasts. Finally, she bounds in a single leap to break the neck of a fat buck and carry it up to a ledge where she begins to rip at it's neck.

Jenna grins at L'nan, looking a trifle nervous, and blushing under her tan. "You sure? I didn't think..."

Osgiliath> Mvraeth , moved by a strong instinct suddenly bites a poor herdbeast's head off as he runs near. A cascade of steaming blood is sprayed everywhere.
Osgiliath> Aisheth snarls again as he watches Jinieth kill. Then he leaps airborne, swooping in on a ground of herdbeast and landing heavily in the middle of the group, killing two outright from crushing, taking another in his claws. One more bellows in pain, running from the bronze dragging a shattered rear leg.
Osgiliath> Ziroth watches, then suddenly is urged by some instinct inside to do the same. He begins to blood his own kill in preparation for the flight. He reaches out, swiftly catching a herdbeast and tears into the side where the blood was most, drinking neatly and swiftly. He begins to feel energized, powerful, able to do anything, even to catch the gold.
Osgiliath> Tinieth seems to take Jinieth's neck-breaking as his signal, and promptly hops onto a freaked-out beast running by. He takes a swipe at it, then watches in seeming amusement as the maimed beast shrieks and wobbles about. Just before the beast gets a few steps away, Tinieth pounces again, this time burying his dark-bronze maw into the hide and taking a healthy chunk out of the now gushing meat.
Osgiliath> Beliath doesn't move for now, watching the gold beauty. A series of low sounds comes from his throat. A dragon's song?
Osgiliath> His attention is torn from the queen as abuck stampedes in from of his maw. In a quick flash of speed and delicate action (as delicate as a dragon can be when feeding), he snatches the buck just as it tries to jump out of the way. The action of the buck leaping and Orenth's attack snaps the neck. He quickly latches on to the neck draining the presious nutrients spilled forth.

Jenna squirms a bit in her seat, glancing out towards the bowl, her face still flushed.

L'nan pokes out his lower lip. "Y'thought what?" he play-pouts. "Y'thought I'd beg first, /then/ ask? Fiiiine." And he drops to his knees and beseeches in a sing-song voice, "Oh, Jenna! Sweet Jenna! Lovely Jenna!" Yes, attention's on the bluerider at this point, he's not being quiet. "Won't you puh-leeease accompany me to my weyr?!"

Osgiliath> Jinieth lifts her bloodied muzzle to bellow defiantly at her rider! it's a long moment with two sets of wild eyes, one swirling red, one blue, staring at each other in silent battle. Obviously the little one wins as the gold roars once again and lowers her face to suck the blood vampiricly from the neck of the ruined buck.
Osgiliath> Phalanxeth just sits there on his haunches, watching. Waiting. Patient. Perhaps he's too old? Perhaps he has lost the excitement of other younger dragons. Or perhaps he is just biding his time, for his eyes swirl rapidly with that same deep blood red color as the other younger, more active bronzes.

Jenna turns scarlet, glancing around the rest of the cavern. Heads are turned, and Meg and Peg are going to have a field day with this one. "Lu!" She reaches for his arm, trying to tug him back up to his feet. "Do get up, you look utterly silly down there."

Osgiliath> Aisheth transfers one his kills from his claws to his mouth, clamping his jaws down on the beast. It was only stunned, and this new sensation brings back to quick and urgent life, the herdbeast bellowing in panic as the pressure starts to increase, teeth locking its legs into position, the rest of the body inside the large mouth. The bellows suddenly go dim as the lips close.

S'mis> Leah seems quite satisfied with her victory over the wild beast she's lifemated to. She watches with rapt interest as the gold sucks the carcass dry and laughs, "That'll teach you! We need another! Another!"
S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Osgiliath draws his mouth away from his kill and then lashes out with a tail and stuns another beast. With a pleased bellow at his skills, he twists, playing with the stunned beast before drinking deeply. See what he did!
S'mis> F'tan echoes Aisheth's bellows but as he's still sucking his last prey, he throws another Herdbeast's head away.
S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Orenth tosses the now empty carcass aside like a rag doll, rumbling defiance at who knows. He jumps from his spot flaring his rear legs out to catch a wherry scared into his path by another of the bronzes. He lands just as quickly as he lept and makes quick work of the defunct carcass.
S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Beliath echoes Aisheth's bellows but as he's still sucking his last prey, he throws another Herdbeast's head away.
S'mis> S'mis's attention is on Leah, and not much else. Though as his mate gives a bellow from the grounds, he can't help a pleased, smug smile.

L'nan watches Jenna with wide eyes, as if besotted with her. At her words, he spins - still on his knees - towards Meg and Peg. "Darlings, aren't /you/ blinded by her beauty?" And as an aside to a few riders nearby him, "Not tat they aren't already blind..." And now he's hopped to his feet again and holds both hands towards Jenna, pleadingly. "Darling! Love! Sweetheart! My only heart's desire - well, along with Alirath. Please!" Sure he's blushing, but he's also going for broke.

S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Phalanxeth suddenly moves to leap on a herdbeast that has passed by too closely. He rips the head off the beast with one almost negligent swipe of his claw and clamps his dark burnished bronze maw around the neck, suckling with such offhand method that he might as well be a human child suck in a drink through a straw. A very large bronze child with big teeth.
S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Jinieth leaves the bloodless carcass where it is and leaps from the ledge, flying over the herd in such a way that they are covered with the shadows of her immense wings. They scatter in terror, but not before she can grab a healthy doe in each foreclaw. One dies with an audible *crunch* while the other scream-bleats in sheer panic. The noises are cut short when Jinieth lands hard on another ledge and slams it against the ground.
S'mis> F'tan crosses his arms over his chest.
S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Aisheth steadily increases the pressure, the bellows of pain from the herdbeast mercifully muffled till, with an audible if dull thump of sound, the skeleton of the beast collapses under the pressure, death instantaneous. Aisheth looks delighted as blood and other fluids seep from the crack of his mouth to mar his white bronze markings, and he starts to swallow.
S'mis> Leah laughs maniacally at the sight before them, "Brilliant! Get 'em all at once! Make a pile of meat!" She tosses her head back and laughs at the sky.
S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Tinieth hardly finishes with his first kill before hopping and playing with another one. This one he decides to take out the front legs first, watch the poor thing shriek and whimper, and then take out it's rear legs. Finally, he picks up the rest of the beast and tosses it. Yes, he tosses it, and it lands rather near Aisheth. Tinieth has no qualms about going over to it, picking it up again, and tossing it again, this time landing it near Phalanxeth.
S'mis> N'sales digs his hands into the fence forcing himself to watch the bloody show delighting in the sheer anticipation of the events to come.

Jenna sinks a bit in her chair, though she is beginning to get a rather silly, pleased grin on her face as he appeals to Meg and Peg. She clears her throat, trying for dignity and just can't quite make it. "Oh, if it'll keep you from declaring it to the entire weyr - I'll come." She puts her hand in his, her tone nearly bubbling over with laughter.

S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Mvraeth dodges this flying head. Crouching low he rumbles once and jumps on a poor Wherry. *Crack* *blood*
S'mis> P'ter groans, "Aisheth, you promised you wouldn't do that. It makes such a mess when you pop them." He pulls a face, his mouth working as if to rid it of a taste, "And its such a sensation, like ... like squashing a whole redfruit in your mouth." A pause, "What do you mean what's a redfruit ..."
S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Jinieth tears the first beasts belly open and sucks the blood out from the wound, snarling and licking her lips the entire time in a gross display of how un-ladylike a gold can be. Making quick work of the first, and smaller of the does, she tosses the carcass over the ledge where it lands in a dusty *whump* at the bottom. Moving hastily, she tears the head off of the second and spits it out ontot he ledge, then wraps her mouth about the entire neck and sucks this beast dry as well.

Cheers from other folks in the living cavern resound as L'nan takes Jenna's hand and lifts it up, grinning foolishly. "Thanks folks, I'm here all sevenday!" he chuckles. He gets a few pats on the back and thumbs-up signs. One could almost see the small children running up and giving Jenna roses, the confetti falling, the champagne bubbling.

S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Osgiliath is so pleased with his success, he reaches out and grabs two wherries by the tail. The avians are clapped together, feathers flying everywhere, and momentarily obscuring the southern bronze in a cloud. There is a quiet, pleased rumble, and then red-tinged amethyst eyes can be seen through the flying feathers, settled on Jinieth as he drinks.
S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Phalanxeth sucks the last of the juices from his kill, the carcass shrivelling up like a fruit drying up and dehydrating in the sun, until all that's left is a wrinkled empty carcass of loose skin on crushed bones and liquified organs. He tosses the skin-sack that was once a herdbeast away, and quickly finds his next target, treating it to much of the same.
S'mis> P'ter 's attention is pulled from redfruits to more golden dragon fruits, Aisheth doing most of the pulling. He gazes at Leah, then smiles at her in quite an alarming way. One wonders what is in the bronzerider's mind.
S'mis> F'tan frowns a little as Mvraeth seems more aggressive than usual. Even during a flight.
S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Orenth finishes off the wherry and snatches a fat buck with ease. He quickly looks up to the ledge to spie the gold tossing the carcass to the ground. he makes a loud rumble towards her before splitting the neck of the buck with a razor sharp claw.

Jenna is scarlet from head to toe, but grinning rather foolishly, and leans in to L'nan, "Boy are they going to be disappointed when all I do is beat your butt in dragonpoker." She giggles - yes, giggles - a bit, and then says aloud, "Lead on, bluerider! Who would resist such an invitation?"

S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Jinieth sits up and lifts her head to the sky, bugling defiantly. She shakes the blood and flesh from her face, spattering those nearest with a red, freshly-killed mess. One good look is given to the males around her, along with a wicked hiss before she pushes to her feet and launches skyward.
S'mis> Above the southwest area, Jinieth wings up from the Feeding grounds.
S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Beliath is nothing but a bugle of defiance right now. He peers at the brown and digs a furrow in the ground. << Dare to cross that line! >> his eyes seems to yell.
S'mis> Above the southwest area, Aisheth wings up from the Feeding grounds.
S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Mvraeth doesn't answer and jumps in the air after Jinieth. The price is gone!
S'mis> Above the southwest area, Mvraeth wings up from the Feeding grounds.
S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Tinieth drops the beast he's sucking on at the moment and launches upwards, the blood trailing and dripping down below him.

Osgiliath> You launch into the air.
Osgiliath> Above southwest area of Fort Weyr Bowl(#921RLae$)
Osgiliath> The southern wall of Fort's oblong bowl is disrupted by the evidence of
an earthslide from Turns past, which broke through the southern bowl and into the
lake. The walls on either side of the slide are tall and steep, their inner surfaces
worn from Turns of exposure but still wearing some of the marks. The wind is gentler
here, as this is an eddy spot below the lip of the earthslide.
Osgiliath> Below you and slightly to the southwest spreads the large Fort Weyr lake.
You can see that a portion has been fenced off for the herds in the Feeding Grounds
to the north of it. Back to the northeast stretches the rest of the bowl, with the
large area in front of the Weyrling Barracks and the entrance to the Living Caverns.
Farther to the northeast are the entrances to the Junior Queens' weyrs, the
Weyrleader Complex, and the Hatching Grounds. There are many ledges to 'weyrs'
scattered throughout the walls of the cliffs here.
Osgiliath> Contents:
Osgiliath> Beliath
Osgiliath> Tinieth
Osgiliath> Mvraeth(#17913JMaepqs$)
Osgiliath> Aisheth(#11753JMaeps)
Osgiliath> Jinieth

S'mis> From the Feeding Grounds, Orenth does not have time to finish before the golden queen launches herself from the ledge. He rumbles a loud defening tone before launching himself in chase afterwards.

L'nan gets a pained look on his face - overly dramatic, of course. "Dragonpoker? But last time you said we could have a pillow-fight! Awwww," he moans. He sends winks all around, even to Meg and Peg who tsktsk in disgust. Then he puts an arm around Jenna and leads outside.

S'mis> Above the southwest area, Osgiliath is caught enough by surprise, he brings his two wherries with him, still clutched in his talons. As a result, he's close to the end of the pack and jostling for wingroom among the larger bronzes, and leaving a jet-trail of feathers behind him as he goes.
S'mis> Above the southwest area, Aisheth is airborn in an instant, the huge wings of the large bronze scooping air and sending him after his quarry. No mere prize this, but Jinieth, a golden beauty he has caught once before and fully intends to catch once again. He roars at the other bronzes and the few browns, a roar that speaks of intention, and of lusts unfulfilled.

Jenna attempts to look demure, "But you know I'd beat your pants off at a pillow fight too." She pauses and then grins wickedly, completely spoiling the demure look, "Though that might be fun too." She allows herself to be steered out into the bowl.

S'mis> Leah stomps over to N'sales and grabs him by the front of his shirt, "Come with me! Come on!" She starts to walk across towards the northeastern area of the bowl where the Weyrwoman's ledge is.
S'mis> P'ter starts, "Hey! No fair! Wait for the lot of us!" And he jogs right on after, "Your not getting away that easy!"
S'mis> Leah walks the half mile towards the northeastern end of the bowl.
S'mis> Leah has left.
S'mis> Above the southwest area, Phalanxeth leaps into the air, as well, chasing after the prize, quite a bit behind the younger dragons. While as powerful and with the stamina of any of even the newly hatched bronzes, he doesn't have their speed or agility anymore. Their quickness. His is a cause doomed to failure in all but the most unexpected of circumstances, yet still he flies. A vestige of a once-great era... one of the last remaining bronzes from before the Pass began.
S'mis> P'ter walks the half mile towards the northeastern end of the bowl.
S'mis> P'ter has left.
S'mis> S'mis hurries after as fast as his short legs can carry him.
S'mis> You trek the half mile to the northeastern end of the bowl.
S'mis> N'sales is still strugling in the graps of leah trying his best to keep up and keep from falling.
S'mis> You climb the stairs to the Weyrleader Complex.
S'mis> Low Landing(#15899RL)
S'mis> This is a broad, low lying landing, a short way up from the bowl and acting
as a junction of sorts. From here one can continue upwards to the Weyrleader's
ledges, or off to one side is the Guest Weyr, and on the other is the Weyr's Council
Chambers.
S'mis> Contents:
S'mis> F'tan
S'mis> N'sales
S'mis> Leah

Osgiliath> Jinieth beats her huge wings mightily, gaining altitude quickly. She doesn't dare take a glance backwards yet... she has to get up in the sky! She roars gleefully at the rate of speed she's winging towards the heavans.
Osgiliath> Beliath feels the lust boiling in his veins now. With strong wing beats he raises after Jinieth, a Ruckbat's tears...

S'mis> Weyrwoman's Ledge
S'mis> This ledge is large enough for any gold who lives here and any visitors she
may ever have. It's right off the low landing that leads to the Council Chambers,
the Guest Weyr, and what would be a Weyrleader's Weyr. To the right as one passes
the entrance there's a huge couch for Jinieth. It's got various furs and pillows on
it, more for the Weyrwoman's use when she's sleeping with her dragon, it seems. To
the left are a number of pegs each with a set of riding straps hanging from them. A
cabinet lies just beyond this where dragon care items are stored, the doors
emblazoned with the symbol of Fort Weyr. Past everything is a set of curtains, thick
brown wool for the first layer, thinner black wool for the second, and the third is
a filmy layer of white for privacy with air circulation during the breezy summer
days.
S'mis> Contents:
S'mis> Leah
S'mis> Obvious exits:
S'mis> Weyrwoman's Weyr Low Landing

Osgiliath> Phalanxeth rapidly falls further and further behind... his case is hopeless. He's still there throughout the flight, but so far back (and not catching up any time soon) that it will probably be all over before he ever gets near the Gold. A shame, really.
Osgiliath> Orenth beats powerful wings in an attempt to keep pace with Jinieth. He turns his head to look back momentarily giving a loud rumble of warning to the other bronzes behind him to stay out of his way. This may not have been a wise move as he narily misses running headlong into a brown who decided to give chase.
Osgiliath> Aisheth grunts in effort, he's not built for speed, frankly he's not built for slowing down either, but he is built for catching golds, and golds with such a tail on them as Jinieth has ... well, its enough to send the ichor pounding through the bronzes body, huge muscles burning huge amounts of energy as he pushes himself to the limit, rising like a blue at first, till his initial burst of acceleration bleeds away.
Osgiliath> Anger and fury are rumbling through Mvraeth's mind as he tries to outfly that fast young bronze that is Beliath. He may be older but he has more experience. Catching an updraft he gains some speed.

S'mis> Leah has come into the weyr with N'sales in tow. A funny sight considering the little goldrider has her tall weyrmate by the shirt. She releases him once they're inside and blinks in honest suprise when she sees the others there, but her eyes are glazed.

Osgiliath> Osgiliath only now seems to realize he still holds the limp and shedding carcasses of two wherries. He drops them abruptly, letting them fall where they may in the bowl. There! That's better! Free of the dead weight, he powers upwards after Jinieth, warbling in his relief as he gains some altitude, though remains solidly at the back of the pack. He's not built for speed, but for stamina, as solid and stocky as his rider. Here the mountain has roots deep into the earth, and it is always difficult to move the mountain.

S'mis> Not ready for her to stop, N'sales doesn't catch himself in time as Leah lets go. Instead he falls flat on his face and turns over to stare up at his weyrmate. The sounds of the other's footsteps brings him back momentarily and he hisses like his dragon at their presence.
S'mis> P'ter frowns at N'sales, "You don't get her to yourself yet N'sales, not by a long shot." He takes his jacket off, slinging it into the corner as if it were a magnet for his pent up feelings. He hears other come in behind him, and despite what he said to N'sales, he himself turns with a snarl that echo's the former.
S'mis> S'mis's face is already flushed and florid, perspiration beginning to drip from his curly hair and down the back of his neck. He gives it an absent swipe, before pulling at his riding jacket. Unfortunately, he's no more agile in the air than his lifemate is, and very nearly overbalances because he's trying to do this without taking his eyes from Leah.
S'mis> F'tan's face look stern as he comes in. He silently leans against the wall, arms crossed, fist clenched.

Osgiliath> Tinieth is taking his time, still bugling tauntingly after Jinieth now and then. It's as if he wants to goad her into flying at him - even if it's to shred his wings or something. He coasts along, going fast but not nearly fast enough to catch yet. It's yet another way of him teasing her, you see - he doesn't /have/ to fly hard.
Osgiliath> Jinieth flies higher and higher until it seems she's just touching the lowest of the clouds. It's then that she dares a peek behind her to see who is chasing... a crowd! Oh no, must get away from them! She croons and then roars at them threateningly, ducking slightly into a fast dive before swooping upwards and over the males, still well out of reach.

S'mis> Leah has released N'sales and is backing away from him now, whispering, "Can't catch me... you can't..." But she backs into S'mis and jumps half out of her skin.

After dropping off his passengers, Alirath slinks into a far corner of the weyr and curls up, not even emitting a rumbel like he usually does. He's a lump, a quiet hidden lump. L'nan grins as he turns to Jenna. "Sorry, dunno why I was bein' so goofy. You just looked so uncomfortable," he adds, shifting weight to one foot,t hen the other.

Osgiliath> There was something Osgiliath had to do, wasn't there? Other than get up high, right? Then as Jinieth roars over the pack of males, it serves to jog his memory. Oh! Right! HER! He powers forward, driving up solidly in the middle of the pack. Unfortunately, the mountain isn't all that bright either. Stuck there, he must now jockey for wingroom as the entire lot is swept in Jinieth's wake.
Osgiliath> Beliath goes on his musically low rumble again. His way to captivate the gold lady, or at least, trying to. He banks right then left.
Osgiliath> Orenth manages to avoid the smaller brown at the last moment, but it causes him to loose valuable time and distance. How dare he get in his way. He will have his prize one way or another. Well defined muscles ripple as his wings beat. Long used wind drafts help him climb after the beauty, but alas he too is built for staying power not speed. He rumbles again trying harder to make up ground.

S'mis> P'ter watches F'tan come in with narrowed eyes, "You! You came here for this didn't you. Wanted to ask my advice did you? Hah." He snorts much like Aisheth does, seeming about to continue but a maneuver that Aisheth makes takes his breath away, and he shuts his eyes abruptly. He opens them to see Leah and S'mis together. "No! Not yet! Surely not yet!"

Osgiliath> Tinieth realizes that his tauntingly slow flying is getting him surprisingly behind. With an angry bugle he wings forward, only to head at an angle that aims him away from the golden target. He veers to try to fly beside her, though he can't quite catch up, of course.

S'mis> N'sales snaps his loks over at P'ter a snarl on his face. As Leah backs away him gets a mischevious grin, "Oh I can't can't I?" and he starts to get to his feet.
S'mis> S'mis jumps as if goosed and doesn't take advantage of the momentary contact. Instead, startled, he falls flat on his back with a wild, "Woah!" Blinking in confusion, he goggles up at the Weyrwoman, jacket forgotten.
S'mis> F'tan opens his eyes, now looking at P'ter. He still looks stern and he shrugs. "I thought I didn't have to need a formal invitation to come visit a friend..." His voice is cold.
S'mis> P'ter , who is already standing, rips off his shirt, white buttons flying everywhere like little missiles, one pinging off of the edge of a chair, going straight up into the air and dropping down with a slight plop into a glass of water. P'ter watches this, astonished, till suddenly the moment sweeps back over him and he throws his shirt after his jacket.

Jenna blushes. "Well, at the very least, I won't end up doing something I regret with someone else."

L'nan quirks his lips. "So you don't think you'll end up doin' somethin' you regret with me, then?" he teases.

Osgiliath> Orenth can't keep up and in a loud cry he plummets to the ground. It can't be! Creeling in pain he lands in the bowl.

S'mis> Leah loses her footing and trips, falling over one of S'mis's feet. She lands on her own rear end with a suprised look, then scrambles away from the fallen bronzrider in a backwards crab-like crawl.

Osgiliath> Aisheth roars again, slicing at a nearby brown that gets in his way. He paces himself now, pushing large wings to their limits, getting every ounce of thrust that his experience can give him. He seeks out the target of his desire, sees her sweet form in the middle distance and croons after her, singing of his strength's and his desires and wishes.

Jenna chews on her lower lip and shakes her head. "No." Her voice is a trifle unsteady and she tries again, "Absolutely not. So, ah, where are those pillows you were talking about?"

Osgiliath> Jinieth swerves and dives again, folding her wings and opening them once she's out of reach of the bronzes. She bugles defiantly over her shoulder at them, a draconic laugh that she just can't seem to stop. Once more, she heads for the side of the bowl.
Osgiliath> Mvraeth's bugles betrays his frustration. With his body entirely extended he tries hard to outfly his nearest challenger. A sharp and swift jaw's movement and the tail of the bronze chaser is bitten. *GNAP*
Osgiliath> From the Feeding Grounds, Iliad comes over from the east.
Osgiliath> Tinieth manages the swerve and the dive with Jinieth, but falls woefully behind when the Queen heads for the side of the bowl. He bugles angrily, though it doesn't help him get ahead much.
Osgiliath> Beliath roars his surprise and pain. He violently banks away from the under threat and opens his maw, bugling loud. Sadly both brown and bronze are loosing distance...

L'nan watches Jenna, all amusement in his expression, which turns to smiley tenderness as he advances towards her. He reaches out much like he's going to grab her waist and do something very forward, but instead just gets very close and picks up something behind her. He holds it up for her to see - it's a pillow.

S'mis> Leah hits the feet of another rider as a shower of buttons rains down upon her head. She glances up at sees P'ter there, shirt open, and her eyes widen... is that fear? Nah, can't be, she knows this man very well.

Osgiliath> Osgiliath :tries for a fancy move. He should know better. He folds his wings and drops from the pack, also heading for the bowl wall. Unfortunately, once the mountain starts to move, there is no stopping it. He ends up slamming into the rock wall head first. It's rather comical actually: immoveable force meets unstoppable object. There is a startled exclaimation and then the stunned bronze spirals down to the bowl, out of the flight.
Osgiliath> Aisheth can see the object of his desire loosing height, height he has fought hard to gain. He will not lose it, not know, he has soon too much trickery from too many golds and even greens to trust such movements at such a time. What goes down much come up again. Normally. He extends his left wing, turning the outer sail till it stalls, the stall quickly running up the wing to his torso, the membrane flapping alarmingly as it loses lift at such high speed. The other wing tips him up and almost over, but a strong sweep of his tail transforms this to yaw, and the dragon spins on the spot, suddenly facing in the opposite direction and both wings beating in unison to gain speed, he must stay about Jinieth, he needs to stay above her. And with grunts of effort, he does so.

S'mis> F'tan blinks several times. "Mvraeth!"
S'mis> S'mis :scrambles, propelling himself out of the weyr backwards and on his rear, before gaining his feet and hurrying for Osgiliath.

Jenna's eyes get huge as he approaches, and she sways forward slightly. Then as he produces the pillow, she blinks, torn between laughter and amusement. Finally amusement wins out, as she reaches for the pillow, chuckling softly.

L'nan hands over the pillow, all compliance, then just when her attention seems on the pillow and not the bluerider, he leans in to kiss her lightly, teasingly, on the lips.

Jenna shivers slightly, leaning into the kiss. She breaks it after a moment or two, and then smiles shyly at him. "That was sweet." Then, without warning, comes the *whallop* with the pillow.

L'nan looks absolutely flummoxed at the *whallop* and goes to grab for another pillow. Jenna's inthe way, however, and so he just tackles her - wrapping his arms around her waist as they go down, this time, and he tries to get her pillow away from her.

Jenna dissolves into giggles, tugging on the pillow and trying to maneuver him in for another kiss. She arches up to him - if she's not careful, they may both just crack skulls at the rate this is going.

L'nan relentlessly tugs back on the pillow, though he gives in for the kiss. This time, he tries for true distraction, not teasing, and he kisses her soundly, firmly, and passionately. THAT oughta hold'r!

[Fade out on the pillow fight.]