High Reaches Weyr . PernMUSH: Sept 22, 2006 Gold Flight Search Cycle: Autumn 2006 Gold Flight Sept 22, 2006 HRW-Bowl> In the sky directly above, Leiventh flies down to land gently on the ground. HRW-Bowl> Leiventh has arrived. HRW-Bowl> R'hin hops down Leiventh's side to the ground, using his straps as handholds. HRW-Bowl> R'hin has arrived. HRW-Bowl> From high up on the bowl wall above the lake, there's the movement of yet another dragon passing through the sky, though the cinnamon bronze appears to have a tad more speed than is strictly recommended. Leiventh's wings snap outwards as he descends to the bowl floor, slowing his descent enough that his landing is - mostly - soft. "What," his rider mutters, "Was that?" R'hin seems more bemused than anything, as he drops to the ground, eyeing the dragon sidelong. HRW-Bowl> In the sky directly above, Kyreth wings down to a quick landing on the ground. HRW-Bowl> Kyreth has arrived. HRW-Bowl> Ayana slides down Kyreth's side to the ground. HRW-Bowl> Ayana has arrived. HRW-Bowl> Josilina strides down the short flight of steps from the weyrleader ledges. HRW-Bowl> Josilina has arrived. HRW-Bowl> R'hin's standing in the bowl, shielded from the light rain by one of Leiventh's thoughtfully outstretched wings. The bronzerider's doing what can only be termed as 'loitering', arms folded, eyes on the comings and goings in the bowl with a distant sort of look. HRW-Bowl> Kyreth and Ayana wink in from Between, making a landing right towards the lake shore abruptly. "We were suppose to land /outside/ the Weyr, not in the middle of the sharding bowl..." the brownrider is heard stating as she slides down. The light rain only deems fit to irritate her more, giving the brown a look. With something spoken in silence, she rolls her eyes and steps close to shield herself from the rain with a grumbled "Fine, have it your way...for now." This is all before she notices the loitering R'hin and Leiventh, which brightens her mood considerably as she heads his way. HRW-Bowl> S'rist meanders down the short flight of steps from the weyrleader ledges. HRW-Bowl> S'rist has arrived. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Niereth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! HRW-Bowl> Leiventh cracks an eye long enough to greet the arriving Igen brown with a low, bassy rumble, more felt than heard. It's enough to draw R'hin's attention with a puzzled glance, expression clearing as he sees the Igen rider. "Aya," he greets with an easy smile. "Didn't expect to see you here." He takes a step forward as if in welcome, though remains under the sheltering spread of the bronze's wing. HRW-Bowl> In the sky directly above, Niereth wings down and lands lightly on the ground. HRW-Bowl> Niereth has arrived. HRW-Bowl> E'tyn slides down from Niereth. HRW-Bowl> E'tyn has arrived. HRW-Bowl> S'rist wanders down from his ledge, a buckle of some kind in his hands that he's tugging at and eyeing speculatively as he strides out further into the bowl, getting the better light of the cloud filled sky rather than the dim light of the glows. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Insreth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! HRW-Bowl> Josilina comes down the steps from her ledge with a look of vague irritation, muttering to herself. Maybe it's the rain. Or maybe it's the gold lounging on said ledge, her hide a very distinct shade of Unusually Bright. "Reaches duties," she calls to the landing brownpair, not going terribly far from the base of the stairs. As S'rist descends she moves out of the way, pausing before following the Weyrleader, asking, "Did you get my note about the traders?" HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Insreth glides downward in the bowl, towards the western wall. Teonath> Down below, on the bowl floor, Melata meanders out of the living cavern. Teonath> Down below, on the bowl floor, Melata has arrived. Teonath> Down below, on the bowl floor, M'hon slips from Insreth's turbulently colored neckridges with help from a bronze forelimb. Teonath> Down below, on the bowl floor, M'hon has arrived. HRW-Bowl> M'hon walks over from the western side of the bowl. HRW-Bowl> M'hon has arrived. HRW-Bowl> Insreth tromps over from the western side of the bowl. HRW-Bowl> Insreth has arrived. Teonath> Down below, on the bowl floor, Verenth has arrived. Teonath> Down below, on the bowl floor, Verenth raises his head to look across the bowl at the gathering browns and bronzes. He wrinkles his muzzle and snorts. His rider pats him on the shoulder, "Yes, yes. We all know that you could fly that gold, any gold, if you wanted to. You just want to let the larger dragons have a chance every once in a while." HRW-Bowl> S'rist looks up from the buckle and over towards Josilina, "Was it the one about wanting to get those pots mended in the kitchens?" Then he ahs a moment, "Or, I remember now, the one about the seasonal route with the Dijilia. I gave it a quick read, seemed like you have it well in hand, and it sure seems like a good agreement to me, if they're willing to risk the weather to get here." HRW-Bowl> Kyreth is quick to return the greeting to Leiventh as Ayana moves to stand beside his rider with a warm grin. "Wasn't suppose to be /here/," she explains almost crossly, "but Ky wants to do what he wants today." She looks towards the other end of the bowl, probably figuring out the distance it would take to get out of here before Josilina's greeting gets her attention. With a curt nod towards her, "Igen's duties," she gives as she looks back to R'hin. "How's it been?" she asks, only giving the arrving riders a curious glance. HRW-Bowl> Niereth's arrival is quick: from betweening in to spiraling neatly down into the bowl. Instinctively, the young man tightens his flight jacket about his chin and casts a glance about from the perch of his dragon, thought furrowing the space between his eyes. The package tucked beneath an arm tightens, and somehow the Telgari bronzerider manages to slide down to the ground with a salute for the various riders he notes, and a mild, "Telgar's duties to High Reaches Weyr." HRW-Bowl> R'hin's attention slides sidelong towards Josilina, and it's not the shade of her dragon's hide that's attracting his attention; a brief frown of thought crosses his features before it smoothes away just as abruptly. The cant of Leiventh's wing is shifted slightly to provide shelter for Ayana as well, the bronzerider's lips curving upwards. "I should be asking -you- that. Is Igen well?" E'tyn's greeting earns a slide of eyes in the Telgarian's direction, lips twitching. HRW-Bowl> "I've already got a meeting set up about the pots," Josilina says, adding with a grimace, "Though if Cook comes after me about it again too soon, I'll just have her do it." Unusually snippy for this particular goldrider, perhaps, but you know. The rain. "Right. Well. They were thinking about maybe the arrangement including transportation aide from a wing. We'd have to talk to the wingleaders, obviously. And work out compensation, if they agree." - "Duties." She calls out to the other new arrivals, lifting a hand in greeting. HRW-Bowl> Insreth has been here, really he has... lounging off to the side now for some time while his rider was conducting business with one of the stationed crafters the Telgari bronzerider knows here at Reaches. The fact that the bronzerider came across a couple of cute girls while here has nothing to do with it, right? Suurre. But alas, M'hon had just finished up and has headed over from the general direction of the living caverns. HRW-Bowl> S'rist gives a nod towards the arriving visitors, "High Reaches duties..." then his attention is back to the weyrwoman, "I agree, we'll have to work out something with them. I suspect we'll have to see just how much assistance they'll need to make it work." HRW-Bowl> M'wen wanders away from the lake shore, back to the main bowl. HRW-Bowl> M'wen has arrived. HRW-Bowl> Ayana cants her head in a wordless nod of thanks to Leiventh's offer of shielding as her eyes roam about the various riders again with mild interest. "Igen's coping well," she answers R'hin as she does so, "but we lost an egg on the sands, found out. Has Rohzenth in a fit." The Igenite brownrider doesn't miss anything, however, as her gaze takes in the Telgari riders with mild interest before looking towards the other Reachian riders. HRW-Bowl> Catching sight of R'hin's familiar face, E'tyn halts the uneasy shuffling of his feet and straightens his stance along his back a touch. The saluting arm falls to allow his package to exchange spots, and as he hasn't spotted his fellow Telgarian rider yet, the young man steps towards R'hin and Ayana. "I'm looking for H'ten, if you might know of him?" Niereth shifts, discomforted and extends his wings in a split-second stretch that results in his wings snapped open and shut again, pressed closer to his side for the mini-exercise. You wander towards the eastern side of the bowl. Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr(#840RJs) "You lost--" a beat, R'hin's expression downcast. "I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you'll pass on my regrets to Kaeryna. The candidates?" he queries, eyes sliding past her to E'tyn as the other bronzerider approaches. "E'tyn of Telgar! How fares your parents?" if it seems like casual, polite enquiry, well, it's easy enough to mistake. "H'ten? Mm, I know of him." A sidelong glance to Leiventh, then, "I believe he'll be returning from sweeps shortly." Josilina nods briefly, "Right. Someone's meeting with them in not too long. I think. So that shouldn't be too hard to work out." Her lips thin as she glances around the bowl, giving M'hon another brief nod as she spots him going by. "Busy day, today," the mutter seems more for her own benefit than anyone else's. S'rist considers a moment the gathering crowd, "Indeed, quite a lot of people about for such a dreary day. Maybe I should invite everyone inside for some klah to fend off the chills." The interlude between Igenite brownrider and Reachian bronzerider garners just the slightest upward lift of E'tyn's brow. But even more surprising for the young man is an affirmative from R'hin, large eyes blinking owlishly. "Ah-," he hesitates and then nods briskly, "Thank you, I'll have to wait as his sister said this should be delivered in person." He's silent a while, watchful of R'hin, and then, after dark eyes scrutinize the bronzerider for far too long, remarks cordially, "My parents are well. As well as can be expected." In the bowl, to the west, Verenth snorts again as he watches several more browns and bronzes glide in and the crowd of riders grow. No one seems to be dispersing with any speed. Satiet jogs up from the lake shore, a steady beat to her gait and sweat accumulating on her brow and neck. Her ponytail swings idly with her movement, and while she seems lost in the thoughts that an afternoon jog in light rain might bring, the sudden influx of both familiar and unfamiliar faces in the bowl stops the young weyrwoman short. Above the bowl, to the west, Wydreth rises effortlessly into the sky from Dasmareth's ledge, low on the Western bowl wall. Above the bowl, to the west, Wydreth wings down to a quick landing on the ground. Ayana nods slowly to R'hin's condolences, "I'll be sure to let Kaeryna know," she murmurs quietly as she looks across the bowl again briefly. "The candidates are well, including Kalliope," she answers simply as she looks E'tyn over curiously. "Got banged up in the wrist alittle, but it's healing well. Igen's duties," she adds, finally sending the Telgari a greeting with a nod as she listens to the exhange between the two. In the bowl, to the west, G'non slides lightly down Wydreth's foreleg to the ground. In the bowl, to the west, G'non swings down from Wydreth's back to a shoulder, and then to the ground. He winces just slightly as he lands. R'hin's not unaware of the watchful scrutiny of the Telgarian bronzerider, if the brief curve of lips is any indicator. "Good to know," is his mild reply, "That you are a dutiful son." A sidelong glance is given Leiventh, puzzled almost, speculative, though Ayana's words are distraction, attention shifting back to her. "I'm glad to hear it. Have you met E'tyn of Telgar? Ayana, of Igen." The introductions brief, clipped. In the bowl, to the west, Verenth makes room for the bronze. Melata looks around Verenth's neck. "G'non! Long time, no see...you have been a busy man, I hear." Josilina looks increasingly edgy - twitchy, almost - as she stands in the bowl, watching the various visitors and locals. "Maybe." She answers S'rist, admitting in a lower tone, "Though I really don't know that - Satiet!" Her voice rises sharply at the junior's appearance. She goes towards the younger woman, already speaking, "Satiet, I think you and Teonath need to get out of here. Sort of now." M'hon sends a jaunty salute to Josilina as well as S'rist as he passes on the way to his lifemate. He calls a greeting to E'tyn as well, but Insreth is behaving oddly in comparison to his calm and collected usual self. Her name spoken, the younger weyrwoman's pale gaze veers sharply to Josilina and lingers there a beat, before turning up to the gold on the Weyrwoman's ledge. Her lips twitch, then thin and with a low exhale and wordless nod of assent, Satiet makes a continued arc about the bowl where she's met by Teonath. Fleeting in her gaze, however, are the variety of males gathered, the familiar causing more distress than the unfamiliar. In the bowl, to the west, Teonath glides down from her ledge. HRW-Bowl> Above the bowl, to the west, Teonath climbs higher in the bowl sky. HRW-Bowl> M'wen walks towards the lake shore. HRW-Bowl> M'wen has left. HRW-Bowl> S'rist eyes Josilina for a moment after she speaks with Satiet, then glances up over towards the ledge he left just a few moments ago. He takes the buckle he was fiddling with and tucks it into one of the pockets of his jacket. "I suspect that we've just about conducted all the business we're doing to conduct today..." HRW-Bowl> "Impression doesn't change family," replies E'tyn evenly, his free arm coming up to scratch at his neck. A smile soon finds the young man's mouth, shaping his uncertain distance into a warmer, or at least more placid regard for Ayana. "Good afternoon, ma'am. Telgar's duties to Igen Weyr and her queens." For now, he omits the typical salute that follows those words, for somewhere in his periphery, the Weyrwoman's words to another woman captures his attention and his chin lifts, tilts, and pauses. HRW-Bowl> The call of the junior weyrwoman's name attracts R'hin's attention, too, the sandy-haired bronzerider's eyes sliding in her direction with a furrowing of brow, following her gaze to Lhiannoth's ledge a beat later with an exhaled, "-Oh-." Abruptly uneasy, he shifts his glance to Leiventh, lips pursed. No reply is given to E'tyn's comment, though he ordinarily would. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, Wydreth gazes eastward with a longing expression. He flexes his wings experimentally, the left still stiff and somewhat unresponsive. "No," G'non tells him firmly. "You are NOT fully healed, you are NOT in peak condition, and you are NOT going to injure yourself chasing." HRW-Bowl> Ayana's gaze lingers on E'tyn for a moment as R'hin gives his query. "No, I haven't , but nice to meet you," she gives with a grin. Josilina's call to Satiet has the brownrider looking from her lifemate to the goldrider, a small frown forming as Satiet disappears. "Well what..." she begins in bemusement as her eyes return to Kyreth. "Ah, ofcourse," she just says to no one in particularly, dryly. E'tyn's words to R'hin about family doesn't go amiss as her focus returns to R'hin. HRW-Bowl> Some of the tension in Josilina's stance relaxes as Satiet leaves with all due speed. "Sharding, ridiculous - shells." The junior's departure was well-timed, it seems, as on the ledge Lhiannonth raises her head, rumbling low. "Well. That's that then." Josi says, a bit grim and making her way towards the guest weyrs across the bowl as the gold launches into a low glide that carries her to the feeding pens. HRW-Bowl> Above the bowl, to the west, Lhiannonth rises effortlessly into the sky from the Leaders' ledge, low on the western bowl wall. HRW-Bowl> Above the bowl, to the west, Lhiannonth glides to a swift landing on the ground. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, Verenth sweeps his tail back and forth, then settles down himself. His rider rolls her eyes and thumps him once on a foreleg. HRW-Bowl> Lhiannonth lumbers over from the western side of the bowl. HRW-Bowl> Lhiannonth has arrived. HRW-Bowl> Lhiannonth flies east across the bowl, over the fence and into the feeding grounds. HRW-Bowl> Lhiannonth has left. HRW-Bowl> Dzurath tromps down the short flight of steps from the weyrleader ledges. HRW-Bowl> Dzurath has arrived. HRW-Bowl> Dzurath flies east across the bowl, over the fence and into the feeding grounds. HRW-Bowl> Dzurath has left. HRW-Bowl> Josilina meanders towards the western side of the bowl. HRW-Bowl> Josilina has left. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, Josilina goes up the stone steps onto the ledge of the ground level guest weyr. HRW-Bowl> S'rist gives a nod and tromps after Josilina, "I guess that is it... so much for reworking duty rosters tonight." And with that he makes his way towards the guest weyr. HRW-Bowl> S'rist meanders towards the western side of the bowl. HRW-Bowl> S'rist has left. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, S'rist walks up the stone steps onto the ledge of the ground level guest weyr. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, Melata asks G'non, "It is Lhiannoth, and I see Dzurath over there. Do you think any of them have a chance against our esteemed Weyrleader? Of course, Dzurath is getting a bit long in the tooth...and there are a number of younger dragons over there...." HRW-Bowl> Insreth flies east across the bowl, over the fence and into the feeding grounds. HRW-Bowl> Insreth has left. HRW-Bowl> Kyreth flies east across the bowl, over the fence and into the feeding grounds. HRW-Bowl> Kyreth has left. HRW-Bowl> E'tyn blanches, pale and visibly forces his body to pivot and take in Niereth, who's been ready, who has known far earlier than his naive rider, who has taken off towards the feeding pens on Lhiannonth's trail. The visage of a golden tail in flight has caught his attention completely, and in spite of the straps that line his back, the bronze dragon means to chase: rider's disagreement or no. "Shades," he exhales and tears little nail holes into that package. Generally, he seems uncertain of what to do and just stares. HRW-Bowl> Niereth flies east across the bowl, over the fence and into the feeding grounds. HRW-Bowl> Niereth has left. HRW-Bowl> Something makes R'hin's expression darken considerably, lips pressing together in anger, eyes focused on Leiventh. The dragon's oblivious or uncaring, withdrawing his wing as he tenses, and leaps over into the feeding grounds. With an exhale of breath, jaw clenched, his rider turns and stalks towards the guest weyr. HRW-Bowl> Leiventh flies east across the bowl, over the fence and into the feeding grounds. HRW-Bowl> Leiventh has left. HRW-Bowl> R'hin walks towards the western side of the bowl. HRW-Bowl> R'hin has left. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, R'hin walks up the stone steps onto the ledge of the ground level guest weyr. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Two wherries fly over Leiventh's head, chattering noisily. HRW-Bowl> As the bowl empties into a hole in the wall, and Niereth is far too inclined to stay than leave, the young Telgarian bronzerider mechanically moves his feet to follow the crowd. HRW-Bowl> E'tyn heads towards the western side of the bowl. HRW-Bowl> E'tyn has left. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, E'tyn walks up the stone steps onto the ledge of the ground level guest weyr. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, G'non shakes his head. "The young ones push themselves too hard too soon. They don't know the thermals like Dzurath. I'll be surprised if he loses." He rubs his temples. "Of course, SOMEbody is convinced that *he* knows the thermals as well as Dzurath...and keeps forgetting that he's under dragonhealers' orders not to push himself." HRW-Bowl> Ayana just rolls her eyes as Kyreth heads off to the ground, then follow after the riders slowly. HRW-Bowl> Ayana walks towards the western side of the bowl. HRW-Bowl> Ayana has left. HRW-Bowl> M'hon wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, "Shells and shards." he mutters, striding off following the other maleriders. Despite his flirtatious ways he doesn't actually like flights. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, Ayana goes up the stone steps onto the ledge of the ground level guest weyr. HRW-Bowl> M'hon meanders towards the western side of the bowl. HRW-Bowl> M'hon has left. HRW-Bowl> In the sky directly above, Maxeoth springs powerfully into the sky from Maxeoth's ledge, low on the southeastern bowl wall, over the lake. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, M'hon goes up the stone steps onto the ledge of the ground level guest weyr. HRW-Bowl> In the sky directly above, Maxeoth disappears into Between. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, Melata laughs, then watches the riders stumble towards the guest weyr. "No, I don't expect the youngest dragons to do well, but some of the seasoned bronzes, say in the 7 to 10 year range, may compete well. Of course, sometimes the youngsters do get lucky...if the Gold allows them." HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Lhiannonth circles the pens, letting the animals below scatter at her approach. Her glide is surprisingly slow - leisurely, even - for the situation, up until she folds her wings and lands almost full on top of one of the slower herdbeasts. There's the token hesitation before she sets herself to blood, tail curling and uncurling somewhat spasmodically behind her, and it's a quick process before she's up again and after a wherry. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Leiventh is in his element, the feeding grounds his familiar territory, the stampeding creatures eyed with a proprietary air as the bronze touches down inside the fence. Crimson-draped wings are spread wide, less for balance, more to give himself that edge: to make his lengthy frame look bigger, more fearsome, more intimidating. A low growl emanates from his throat, preceding a quick selection of meal, a short hop, a rending of ivory talons and a squeal of a young herdbeast that is cut short as the dragon begins blooding. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, While the radiant queen takes her time, Niereth's already landed in youthful impetuousness and raked down a large buck; there's nowhere to run for the beasts today. A ripple of his musculature begins along his neck and cascades down along his hide to his back flanks as the exsanguination of the herdbeast courses new life through the younger of the two Telgari bronzes. Flattery lights up his lust-hardened eyes, as they sketch the gleaming figure Lhiannonth makes. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Dzurath takes down a herdbeast with a quick snap of his jaws and a twist of his neck. He may be the elder but there is no white in his hide and he's not going to let one of these young rivals show him up. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Kyreth is quick to land on the feeding ground and stake his claim on a wherry. Tail lashing a bit in agitation, he sets to draining it of blood as he tears into the helpless creature. He's more about getting it done as quickly and as fiercely as he can, eyes keeping on the gleaming gold with hunger. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, Verenth momentarily rises rampant to crane his neck to watch the bloody display in the feeding grounds. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Insreth is also bleeding a herdbeast the bronze had taken down while the queen was choosing her kill, lapping at the torn jugular with military-like efficiency. His wings are partially spread and soon he's off to dispatch another beast. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Lhiannonth pays little to no attention to her suitors - competitors, at this point, until she's tired enough to consider them as otherwise. She only pays heed to them as she must, moving out of their way, or in amusing herself by throwing a drained wherry carcass - her second - in the path of one of the younger bronzes. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, As one of those younger bronzes, Niereth looks taken aback first, and then only thinks to move a half beat too late getting a face full of wherry feathers that obscure his vision. Blink, blink. This does little, unfortunately, to swerve his desires as after a shake of his neck, a sinuous twist this way and that dislodging what feathers might still be stuck, he returns to his killing: another buck goes down with a swift tail lash, and with ease, the young bronze pounces backward onto his second. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, The facets of Leiventh's eyes gleam a mingled red and purple, the cant of his head bespeaking clear interest in, and awareness of, Lhiannonth's presence in the feeding grounds. The need for blood uppermost in his mind right now, the young Reachian bronze is swiftly in the air, pulling down a slightly larger herdbeast, using the weight of his momentum to snap the creature's neck cleanly, before already bloodied muzzle lowers to drink deeply, crimson wings mantling over his kill. He's angling for a third when he's nearly hit by the discarded carcass of the queen, ruffling of wings bespeaking momentary perturbation, eyeing the other dragons nearby before seeking another kill. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Dzurath takes a wherry on the run with another snap of his jaws, draining it to add to the heated blood of the herdbeast. There is a ruffle in his wings, readying but not tensing, not yet. There is blood to draw yet before the chase. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Kyreth discards the wherry with a toss, not even giving any of the bronzes a glance as he launches onto another. Snag, tear, and drink shows he's to the point. No flourishing acts from this brown as he drains the life from the creature with deft smoothness. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, Verenth crouches to the ground, tense even though he isn't in this flight, knowing that the gold will be taking off soon...he relaxes with a word from his rider. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, G'non says "I think I'd best get Wydreth out of here before he forgets himself. Clear skies, Melata." HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, Melata nods to G'non, "Take care of yourself. And Wydreth." HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, G'non hoists himself up onto Wydreth's back lightly. HRW-Bowl> Above the bowl, to the west, Wydreth leaps into the sky from the ground below. HRW-Bowl> Above the bowl, to the west, Wydreth wings down and lands lightly on Dasmareth's ledge, low on the Western bowl wall. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Insreth dispatches a third beast swiftly and with an elegance that indicates a lot of sharding practice...of killing herdbeasts anyway. None the less, he's quickly finished with that beast and with partially extended wings waits impatiently. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Lhiannonth takes another wherry as her last kill, keeping her head bent over it until it's thoroughly blooded. Waste not, want not. There's no food-throwing this time, she simply discards the body and, with a sharp bugle, leaps upwards. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Lhiannonth rises up into the sky. HRW-Bowl> In the sky directly above, Lhiannonth flies up in the bowl sky. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Niereth rises up into the sky. HRW-Bowl> In the sky directly above, Niereth rises up in the bowl sky. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Dzurath springs powerfully into the sky. HRW-Bowl> In the sky directly above, Dzurath flies up in the bowl sky. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, Melata watches the dragons go up, up, up with a flurry of wings and bugles. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Kyreth finishes his kill just as Lhiannoth launches into the sky. With a defiant shriek, he's in the air as well, flying after the few bronzes that launched before him. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Kyreth rises up into the sky. HRW-Bowl> In the sky directly above, Kyreth flies down to land gently on the ground. HRW-Bowl> Kyreth has arrived. HRW-Bowl> Kyreth flies east across the bowl, over the fence and into the feeding grounds. HRW-Bowl> Kyreth has left. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Dzurath gives chase with a bugle of his own, wings spreading to scoop the sky as he climbs upwards and upwards, chasing after the glowing form of Lhiannonth. His tail streams behind him straight, wings shifting just enough to try to catch a thermal and rise faster after his golden target. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Leiventh finds his third kill, a slow wherry that is dispatched with a messy swipe of blood-soaked ivory claw, the dragon unheeding of the carnage left behind in his wake. Halfway through blooding, his angular frame freezes, only the length of whipcord tail twitching, head unerringly canting towards Lhiannonth. A low rumble begins in his throat at the bugle given, and it's hard to say if it's challenge, warning or both. Wings snap outward with an audible crack, muscles tensing beneath crimson-splashed cinnamon hide as the Reachian bronze seeks the skies, locked on the queen's fleeting figure. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Most of the animals are somnolescent with midday drowsiness, dozing on their feet, or peacefully chewing cud. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Leiventh rises effortlessly into the sky. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Kyreth leaps into the sky. HRW-Bowl> In the sky directly above, Leiventh rises up in the bowl sky. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Quick to shed preparations for a third kill from his limbs, Niereth flings himself up to the skies with all his youthful energy, with the streamlined sleekness of his wings pressed to his sides and tail flattened in the air. When he's at risk of falling, only then does the wide green-striated wings spread to catch what little rain still falls from above, and a thermal that lofts him higher from below. HRW-Bowl> In the sky directly above, Kyreth wings upward in the bowl sky. HRW-Bowl> In the feeding grounds, Insreth launches into the sky. HRW-Bowl> In the sky directly above, Insreth rises up in the bowl sky. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Lhiannonth is all about the up-up-and-away in these early stages, focusing on distancing herself from the bronzes and browns - particularly those younger ones, with all their excess energy. It's not a particularly cunning strategy, but it has its merits. Her breath clouds pale in the colder sky air, where the light rain begins to turn icier as they go higher above the bowl. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, Melata jumps up onto Verenth's back, as the dragon rumbles softly. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, On Verenth, Melata decides to take Verenth elsewhere, before he gets too distracted. HRW-Bowl> Above the bowl, to the west, Verenth rises effortlessly into the sky from the ground below. HRW-Bowl> Above the bowl, to the west, Verenth rises up in the bowl sky. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Verenth flies higher, out of the bowl. HRW-Bowl> High above the mountains, Verenth disappears into Between. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, For rain turned ice, Niereth has little defense, but the chilling spikes that pierce into his coppery skin doesn't seem to bother the young dragon. Instead, the shades of lusty lavender turn filtered as one set of his 'lids shut to protect his eyes. He banks on speed, a speed that attempts to outpace the others early on but still maintains his distance from Lhiannonth - instinct, lest the melodic shine of the senior queen's hide changes course, shifting when he might least expect. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Dzurath sideslips from warm thermal to cooler air, his wings beating powerfully, but as he beats and tries to chase after the golden Lhiannonth his right wing begins to shorten its stroke, just a little at first, but growing more pronounced. It isn't long before he gives a frustrated bugle and is forced to turn off into a glide down towards the ground, age and experience telling him when a strain in his wing is too much for him to continue, that this gold is going to be out of his reach and that it is better to land now rather than suffer permanent harm should he continue. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Kyreth is unfamiliar with the High Reaches air currents, apparently. He's off to a slow start, the currents much colder in flight than the Igen brown's use to as the light rain beats against his wings in the sky. Despite the climate, he's ever the tolerant one as he keeps the queen in his sights. Atleast, for now, he's positioned himself by a couple of bronzes, waiting for that moment to slip on by. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Leiventh, while perhaps not as fleet as some of the other dragons to take the skies, is not in the least daunted by the age and experience of some of his compatriots. These are his skies, the air currents familiar, each gust of cold wind and spike of rain, each thermal known, welcomed, and used to his advantage. He's firmly in the midst of the pack, low warning rumble given at the nearness of one of the Telgarian bronzes. Though the end goal is never forgotten, Lhiannonth is for now, far out of his reach, her other suitors the bigger concern for the time being. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Dzurath flies lower in the bowl, towards the western wall. HRW-Bowl> Above the bowl, to the west, Dzurath wings down and lands lightly on the ground. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, S'rist walks down the stone steps from the ledge of the guest weyr in the south. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Lhiannonth continues with the upwards approach, though she begins to level out eventually. As she slants to bank a curved turn one of the local bronzes moves to attempt a catch, but he's easily avoided. Not the oppertune moment, apparently. The gold vocalizes her scorn - abrupt, and brief - completing the turn and continuing outwards. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Insreth makes for the thermal, pushing to keep up with the queen while keeping an eye on the other dragons. He's patient all plans and strategy although the scornful snort by Lhiannonth has him streaking after her. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Niereth quests higher in unfamiliar skies with winds that completely disregard the recent lessons and drills of weyrlinghood. The wide stretch of his wings aim to encompass Lhiannonth; across the massive distance between the pair. That a bronze has dropped out of sight, one of many perhaps, is given no marked attention as he jockeys for a place near the lead of the pack. A bugle, clear and brassy in the Reachian sky, reaches across to caress the luminous queen with young promises, hopes, and desires. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Leiventh's crimson-draped wings flare red in the hazy light, beating against the wind and rain both with blood-fuelled determination. Dzurath's departure goes unnoticed by the young Reachian bronze, much in the same way those cast off and left behind have no place in his mind. It's Lhiannonth's scorn that focuses his attention, recognizing that dismissal and responding to it, redoubling his efforts to prove that he, above others, is worthy of attention. The facets of his eyes whirl with heady determination and desire, fixed on the golden queen's form as he slices through the air. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Kyreth finally makes that slip pass the couple of bronzes that he 'allowed' to fly with him, sending a challenge both ways as he flies by. While the Reachian air is still a deterrent for the Igen brown, he slices nearer to the queen now, picking up speed and letting Dzurath slip back down without another glance. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Lhiannonth banks in a sharp turn, aiming - abruptly - to swing below some of the nearer chasers, just - hopefully - out of their reach. Amber and gilt glint with ice and her tail lashes in her wake as she rumbles - taunting? - at the pass, going steadfast in the new direction. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, S'rist has disconnected. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, And now the true games begin; Leiventh is in his element, breaking away from the pack of males, rising higher, catching that thermal he -knows- is there. Height gained, the winds are a shade less fickle further up, the steady beat of crimson wings increasing to speeding rhythm as he closes the gap between himself and Lhiannonth, low, rumbling challenge issuing forth. Her abrupt change of direction catches him unawares, the tilt of wings altering his path to match hers, muscles rippling beneath lengthy frame as he seeks to regain the ground he's lost. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Undone by the taunting, Niereth bugles again, brassy and high. His challenge is too young, his desire inexperienced, and his wings seem to know not what to do when Lhiannonth banks sharply, despite the distance he's granted the gold. Shooting above and beyond, the Telgari bronze flies beyond where the Reaches senior queen once flew and the bugle turns into strangled distress as he attempts to make up lost ground by a swerve that's far too tight about the corners back down. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Kyreth catches Lhiannoth's sharp turn before he alters his own, staying beneath and to the left of her as his speed takes him closer to the prize. He's close to Leiventh as he loses ground from the queen's sharp turn, giving a bugle as he re-positions himself to attempt his catch. His wings beat against the light rain furiously as he flies higher. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Lhiannonth makes easy work of dodging Kyreth, twisting out of the way of his claws. The twist, however, slows her down and she broadens her wingstrokes to make up for lost ground and pull out of the more densely populated area of sky. She swings her tail in closer, away from an older brown, and aims for a clearer stretch of air up and to the left. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Insreth is still in the running with the rest of the pack, although the gold's sharp turn was unexpected, but easily countered and is on track, lightning streaked hide bringing a storm of wingstrokes as he avoids the other contenders and makes for the queen's glowy glowyness. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Kyreth shrieks as his attempt fails, the queen's twisting maneuvers putting him now alittle ways from his target. Anger not yet abated, he uses it to fuel back into the chase, diving down in hopes to reclaim his position near her side. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, The call of her taunts cannot be ignored, and Leiventh is far from immune to Lhiannonth's challenges, the young Reachian bronze fuelled by the heady promise of her elusive form. Whirling eyes are fixated on the queen with steady intensity, as each beat of wings brings him closer and closer to her. The slight turn of her body to the left, where he approaches - pure luck - and his own downward turn to meet her - pure instinct - brings him within reach of the golden prize. Red-stained talons curl, whipcord tail flicking out to seek to entangle Lhiannonth's with his own, a flick of crimson wings daring to brush towards hers in an attempt to claim her. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Young wings tire, the citrine-smattered brilliance flagging as Lhiannonth continues to obsfucate and twist away from his determined flight. Niereth, after a while, seems only to be propelled forward by instinct rather than any true competition having used the entirety of his energy earlier on. Instinct turns his wings left. Instinct causes the spread of his wings to tip just so to catch a thermal, and instinct is what finally causes him to stretch that bit forward in an attempt to force Leiventh's flight to the illuminated queen away. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, And in the end it's the tail that does her in, green-specked catching and tangling with whipcord, and Lhiannonth and her glowy glowyness are pulled away from the nearby Niereth and the rest, thoroughly caught by Leiventh with only a brief rumble of protest - the principle of the thing, naturally. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, And now, everything is as it should be, as Leiventh claims Lhiannonth as his own, crimson-draped wings snapping outwards to slow their paired descent. His low, bassy rumble of warning to those nearby quickly mutates into an almost inaudible croon, whipcord tail twining firmly with the High Reaches queen's. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Kyreth shrieks in absolute horror as his target is claimed away before he turns on a wingtip and heads back down to the bowl. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Kyreth wings down in the bowl, towards the western wall. HRW-Bowl> Above the bowl, to the west, Kyreth flies down to land gently on the ground. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Niereth wings down in the bowl, towards the western wall. HRW-Bowl> Above the bowl, to the west, Niereth catches a thermal and glides east. HRW-Bowl> In the sky directly above, Niereth closes his wings and dives into the lake with a splash! HRW-Bowl> Kyreth waddles over from the western side of the bowl. HRW-Bowl> Kyreth has arrived. HRW-Bowl> Kyreth tromps towards the lake shore. HRW-Bowl> Kyreth has left. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, E'tyn walks down the stone steps from the ledge of the guest weyr in the south. HRW-Bowl> E'tyn wanders over from the western side of the bowl. HRW-Bowl> E'tyn has arrived. HRW-Bowl> E'tyn walks towards the lake shore. HRW-Bowl> E'tyn has left. HRW-Bowl> In the sky directly above, Niereth flaps his wings strongly, rising out of the lake. HRW-Bowl> In the sky directly above, Niereth climbs higher in the bowl sky. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Niereth wings upward, out of the bowl. HRW-Bowl> High above the mountains, Niereth disappears into Between. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, M'hon walks down the stone steps from the ledge of the guest weyr in the south. HRW-Bowl> High in the bowl, Insreth circles lower in the bowl, towards the western wall. HRW-Bowl> Above the bowl, to the west, Insreth wings down and lands lightly on the ground. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, M'hon grabs hold of the black leather straps and hauls himself up to settle between the stormy and lightning-chased neckridges. HRW-Bowl> Above the bowl, to the west, Insreth rises up into the sky from the ground below. HRW-Bowl> In the bowl, to the west, Ayana walks down the stone steps from the ledge of the guest weyr in the south. HRW-Bowl> Ayana strolls over from the western side of the bowl. HRW-Bowl> Ayana has arrived. HRW-Bowl> Ayana wanders towards the lake shore. HRW-Bowl> Ayana has left. HRW-Bowl> Above the bowl, to the west, Insreth disappears into Between.