In comes O'kano, expression sullen and annoyed -- the usual. Muttering something beneath his breath, likely directed at an unseen lifemate, the weyrling eyes the others irritably, impatiently, before striding towards the sideboards without deigning to greet the cavern's occupants. Concentration focuses upon the spread instead, and although he stands before the tables for several moments, he only comes away with a scant mug of klah.

 A newcomer to the Weyr slips into the living cavern, a heavy rucksack rides against her left hip, the strap lashed over her right shoulder and across her chest. Her eyes travel carefully over the room before she steps quickly towards the sideboards. The observant might notice that the back of her head is bandadged.

<*Jharzeth*> Eilanth projects the warmth of a lazy summer afternoon, sunlight streaming down through limbs overhead to dapple warm fragrant earth, her normal sharpness replaced by a soft langour spiced with tension. << The woolies look edible today, >> notes the young green. to the Starmount Weyr dragons.

 A few paces behind the first newcomer is, yes, a second newcomer, carrying a second, slightly larger rucksack. The underfed lad is only slightly staggering under the weight as he peers uncertainly around the room. Um. More new people. But that's a good thing, right? Right? Someone tell me I'm right!

Kilari narrows her eyes at all the people. Hmm...are they dangerous? The ever ready for threats mind takes control and she eyes everyone suspiciously.

Myca nods politely to the incomers, a sudden burst of energy carrying her over to inquire of the duo, "Are you expected? Is there someone I can send a runner for? Welcome to Starmount Weyr, I'm Myca. Come on over here by the hearth and warm up, it's terribly cold out there, though not as cold as it -will- get." She directs the duo towards the nearest hearth, gestures indicating her willingness to help unload burdens from pack-people.

K'rian's finger scontinue to scritch lightly over Surreal's eyeridges, as he looks up.. and a smile curves his lips at the sighting of Myca, eyes lighting a bit. "Hey there, beautiful.."

<*Jharzeth*> Jharzeth exhibits mild interest in the green's thoughts, brassy overtones tempered to a cleaner, clearer trumpet-like quality. Crimson splashes as he contemplates herdbeasts and the like, eventually remarking, <<Woolies are always edible.>> A pause. <<More edible than usual?>> to the Starmount Weyr dragons.

Surreal sighs softly and she would ooze down K'rian's chest of it weren't for the claws that curl carefully in his shirt and the tailhold around his neck.

Kilari continues with her suspicious scrutunies of all in the room. She moves to a seat farther in the back. Definetly too many people in here. For her liking at least.

Crow pauses in her steps as the boy follows her in. She turns back towards the door, closing the distance between herself and the brown-haired lad with a few swift steps. "Serov.. are you sure you want to carry that? I'm pretty sure I can handle it.." She quickly looks up at the sound of the Rider's voice, her dark eyes revealing slight startlement, "Oh.. hullo, Myca. I'm Crow, this is Serov and... No.. I don't... believe we're expected.." She shoots a quick, uncertain glance at her companion. "Just.. some imports from Azov. I'll only be here for a few days, to.. get away from it all. It was.. suggested." She's clearly reluctant to discuss her reasons for being here.

Serov shakes his head at Crow "I have it. I'm fine." Seems Crow's not the only one with a stubborn streak. He looksat Myca "It gets *colder*? Shards..." He blinks again at Myca "Oh, hey... it's.. you. I got one of my firelizards from you. Hi." He adds, to Crow's explanation ".. what she said."

O'kano stomps on over to an unoccupied table and collapses in a nearby chair, which creaks with the unexpected weight. Myca, with her apparent energy, is eyed foully for several moments before the young bronzerider resolutely turns his attention back to his fare. The steaming liquid is stirred with a finger while Puo broods, sulking in his corner of the caverns.

Kilari takes a glance around, looking much like a frightened animal caught in a cage. Her shoulders tense up and she looks towards the entrance to the living caverns, ready to make a break for it.

Myca sends a warm smile K'rian's direction, then nods to Crow and Serov. "Jansey," she calls out, looking expectantly at one of the younger weyrbrats. "Go let Rianna know there's two guests who need tending to, please?" That settled, she says to the two youths, "Starmount's always glad to play host. You must be quite chilly, if you're from Azov. Relax, enjoy the hearth, and Rianna'll be here shortly to help you get settled." Another smile crosses her face, temporarily banishing whatever's needling her, and she half-curtsies to Serov. "Glad you take delight in him, lad." O'kano's sulking gets an amused glance and the weyrling making a face at the bronzer, her steps taking her that direction.

<*Jharzeth*> Eilanth's scorn can be felt. << Woolies are not always edible. Today they are. Perhaps I'll have one >> she muses, the thought accompanied by the feeling that she's stretching in the warmth of the sun. to the Starmount Weyr dragons.

Crow calls out after the rider as she gratefully slides the heavy bag off her shoulder. "Thank you, Myca.." Then, she settles down on the hearth with a heartfelt sigh. "I'm so glad I found this jacket before we came up. It's cold as the bottom of a tunnelsnake's heart up here.." She glances up at Serov, "Thanks for helping me with my stuff."

"Relax, Kilari," K'rian says with a smile over to her, "These are friends, after all." He rises from his seat, then, to approach Myca with a casual step -- and greet the newcomers with a vague salute, "Welcome!"

O'kano glances up long enough to scowl back at Myca as she approaches although he's unaware of the earlier face pulled at him. "What do you want?" he snaps. "Go away." And whatever she does, don't sit down. Indeed, feet are propped up on the nearest chair in the hopes that he can take away the seating options. "I don't like you." At least he's honest. Another glower is cast towards the greenrider before he resolutely peers back down at his klah.

Serov grins briefly "Sure. The least I could do." Psst. Hey. Serov. You can drop the bag now. Oh, right! He sets the rucksack down with an audible sigh of relief. "Maybe I'll stay the night here, then go back." Yeah, that's a plan.

<*Jharzeth*> Jharzeth takes no notice of the green's attitude as he delights in a steady stream of vermilion thoughts. <<Herdbeasts are better than woolies,>> comes his announcement. <<More blood. More mess. More good.>> to the Starmount Weyr dragons.

Kilari shakes her head slowly. She swallows hard, but at K'rian's words she relaxes ever so slightly. The suspicious look is still in her eyes however. She mutters something to herself and downs her juice.

Myca drapes herself over the back of the chair-turned-footrest and peers down at the surly bronzerider, K'rian's approach noted with a small smile and warm look. "And why don't you like me?" she asks bluntly of O'kano. "You don't look as if you like -anything- tonight, judging by the dour looks you're handing out."

Crow idly watches the sulking young man who 'doesn't like' the Rider who was just so nice to them. Hmmph. The dark-haired maid gets a momentary glance. She vaugely returns the ambivalent gesture from brunette man, then looks at Serov, addressing him in a low tone. "Would you? I don't know about this place.. I don't know anyone at all.." She wraps her arms around her shins and rests her chin on her knees, letting the warmth of the fire beat against her back. "I can't believe I'm even doing this." A tiny, indignant squeak comes from the rucksack she was carrying, and with a small grin, she reaches out for the top flap, unfastening the tie that keeps it closed. "Alright, lads and lassie.. you can all come out now.."

Serov nods slightly, taking in the people he'll be sharing the weyr with, at least for the night. "Aye. I'm not sure I'd like to be left alone with these people, either.. oh, shards." He hastens to the other pack, and opens it quickly. He peers inside. Let's see.. A brown and a green intimidating the other brown while the blue tries to protect him and the tiny bronze looks on, confused. Wait.. tiny bronze? "Er, Crow... I only had four firelizards when we left Azov, right...?"

O'kano's answer is another glare accompanied by a few short words. "Because. I don't need to explain myself." Myca's evaluation holds true enough: he isn't disposed to gaze upon anything favorably, least of all the greenrider. Resolute, the feet remain positioned upon the opposite chair as the lordling's focus shifts back to his nice, safe, unassuming mug of klah. "Please be nice -- for once -- and go away," he requests.

Kilari sighs, trying to calm herself. She doesn't take her eyes off K'rian, the only person she knows, as if drawing strength from him. She sinks into her chair.

K'rian makes his way along up behind Myca, and just brushes one hand over her shoulders. smiling softly down at her, then glancing with a quirked eyebrow towards the bronzeling. "Mm. Now," he says, "Be nice."

Kilari, making sure not to come too close, makes her way out of the living caverns. She casts a look over her shoulder at K'rian, then she leaves.
Kilari walks down into the lower cavern complex.

Crow lets her arms drop to the side as she turns to look at Serov, concerned. "Only four, as I recall.. are you short one?" She attempts to peer over Serov's shoulder, her worries about her Starmount Sleepover momentarily forgotten. "Who's gone missing?"

The little stowaway peers up into Serov's eyes as he opens the rucksack to get a better look. Hooked. Oh, shards. "None of them are missing. I've picked up another one." He reches in to pick up the little bronze.

"Don't ask the impossible of him, dearheart," Myca requests of K'rian, arm slipping around the older bronzerider with something akin to gratitude. "Eilanth's being -impossible- today," she bemoans to Kor. "She normally doesn't snipe at -me-, but today her temper's just unreal. Tired of seeing me in trews, she claims. Wouldn't be quiet until I changed into one of my best gowns."

Meanwhile, the top flap of Crow's rucksack flips open, and a marbled green head pops out of the bag. It's quickly followed by a dark bronze head.. then, almost reluctantly, a tanish-brown head follows last of all. Six crystaline eyes whirl in collective awe as the three firelizards survey their new surroundings.

Kaeralla walks down from the ground weyrs tunnel.

Surreal chirrs a bit as she lays limp on K'rian's shoulder, she's nearly asleep.

O'kano turns his disgruntled expression upon K'rian, not deigning to offer up any sort of response. The pair are regarded, then, with something akin to disgust, and he finally removes his feet, pivots his chair around, and plops his boots on a different chair with his back turned to Myca and K'rian. The other greenrider is spied next; eyes narrow as Puo glowers over at his latest target.

"It's a beautiful dress," K'rian says, as he slips an arm 'round Myca's waist in return, leaning in to claim a light kiss from her cheek. "I'm sure she'll calm down soon.." Yeah, soon as she rises..

It's not a person, it's a walking quilt. Well, one that happens to look an awful lot like Kaeralla. "Will it ever get warm?" the tones of the Keroon-bred girl's question is plain, her quilt wrapped more snugly about her shoulders. A flicker of a gaze between the two bronzeriders and her fellow greenrider. "Is something the matter?"

Crow blinks at her friend's 'discovery,' shocked, "Another one? Serov.. I swear.. they're going to start coming out of the walls.. How will you ever feed them all?" All three of her firelizards turn their heads in perfect, choreographed unison, their swirling eyes bright with anticipation. You can almost read the unspoken question in their rapt expressions... Did someone say... FOOD?

Myca kisses K'rian in return, a slightly sour tinge to her expression. "She -always- calms down, when she's sufficiently distracted. And judging by the way she's glowing and prowling, she'll be distracted sometime soon." The weyrling sighs ruefully. "At least this gown comes off quickly, if she rises before I change," is her final goodnatured summation. She looks sidelong at the younger bronzerider, as if to judge the effect her casual acceptance has on him, then smiles up at Kor and asks, "What's Tam say about my darling troublemaker? Bronzes are usually good judges of these things."

Serov blinks at the little fellow again, blinking at him. the little fellow blinks back Hi. I'm new. Feed me. "I think it's.. this place. Every time I visit I leave with another flit in tow."

Kaeralla chuckles, fixing up a fresh mug of klah and pulling out a chair to drop into, settling the quilt about her. "Mine are all curled up with Ami, she's been a bit cranky as of late. Jealousy no doubt." a quick glance at Myca. "But she's come around."

"And if she doesn't," K'rian says with a slow and impish smile, "The gown comes off quickly." He winks, then chuckles.. barely taking a moment of concentration before replying to her question, "Well, he's been practicing his flying lately.."

Crow sighs as she feels the weight of that combined flitter stare boreing at the back of her head. "Well... the air has certainly seemed to invigorate the appitites of my three.. and I always thought it'd be impossible to get them to eat more than they already do." With another deep sigh, she stands up slowly, lightly rubbing at the bandages on the back of her head. "Congratulations, by the way."

Yes, Myca's words warrant a swift glance from Puo despite his resolution to ignore her, surprise slipping past the prominent expressions of dislike, distrust, and disgust. But he's quick to turn his back once more, scruptiously scooting his chair a wee bit farther away. A hesitation comes before he swings 'round once more, scowling over at the greenrider. "You could've given some /warning/," he fairly snarls, going against his earlier ideas of disinterest. "Now I'm sharding stuck here -- /Jharzeth/ apparently decided he doesn't want to go flying with me now." No: Jharzeth would rather take to the skies bare of rider. "It's all your fault."

Serov grins. "Thanks." The bronze just stares back, its head twitching in a tiny nodding motion. I'm vastly more intelligent than you are, and I want to be fed. I'd get it myself, but.. I don't have a body. "Oh, it's possible." Four tiny heads peek out of the bag. Clearly, they're not going to let the newcomer get all the food.

<*Jharzeth*> Eilanth projects a sudden sense of hunger as her laziness vanishes and she's electrified by an impulse, the impulse to sate herself. That's all the warning she gives, before she's in the feeding grounds. to the Starmount Weyr dragons.
 

Jharzeth> Feeding Grounds -- Starmount Weyr
Jharzeth> Corralled along the edge of the Starmount river, this large enclosure holds a number of herdbeasts and wherries, pawing the ground nervously and hissing some ways away. The grass has been cropped down to stubble, though in places it is beginning to grow again. Dragons swoop down at intervals to snatch up something for a meal or snack, while firelizards quarrel over the bloody remains. A wide opening leads into a cave used during Threadfall.
Jharzeth> Contents:
Jharzeth> Eilanth

Myca answers Kor with a sultry chuckle and the waggle of her eyebrows. O'kano's fuming sends her into a gale of soft, helpless, giggles. "I'm sorry, Puo," she says sincerely. "I thought you'd know from Jharzeth... Oh my!" her giggles stop and her eyes widen, one hand clinging to Kor for support as her knees buckle. "Lady Fern was never like -that-," she breathes, eyes half-closing. "She's blooding!"

<*Jharzeth*> Amentith flickers all golden red in her mindthoughts, the flickers dominating her usual desert tans and verdant blacks. Sulkily, she curls in on herself. Nope, she's not saying a word as to what her fellow green might be up to. to the Starmount Weyr dragons.

K'rian's arm tightens 'round the greenrider as she buckles.. and his eyes widen, showing bright blue before narrowing a little as realization sets in. He sets his jaw slightly, and mms. "Time to go outside, I think, m'love.."

Jharzeth> Tamlinth has arrived.

Kaeralla nearly falls off her chair in startlement. "She's what! Faranth, I've got to get to Ami. Before she starts sulking and grumbling." That she's not the first of the greens to take to the sky, it'd no doubt put a hitch in her arrogant demeanor.

Crow looks up silently from gathering up meatrolls and slices, one eyebrow arched curiously . o O (What on Pern?) Carrying the plate back towards the hearth, her gaze turned towards the cluster of riders, she asks of Serov, "Hey.. you see that? What's going on?" Wish, the oldest, green firelizard looks up sharply, and starts a low hum deep in her throatlatch.

Jharzeth> Eilanth growls at the arriving males from amid the bloody remains of her first kill. Her blood-stained muzzle writhes to reveal equally-stained fangs and then she's pouncing another woolie, pale skin turned crimson as the glowing green feeds the fires growing inside. She's radiating 'touch me not' vibes, her lithe form almost trembling from her fury.

While Myca's giggling, Puo's nearly wailing. "/He/ decided not to tell me. And it's not fair. And I want /out/!" The bronzerider's stuck, though, what with his dragon taking to the feeding pens in close pursuit of Eilanth. And so, for lack of any idea what else to do, O'kano breaks down and bursts into tears.

Jharzeth> Tamlinth descends -- his lithe frame soaring from the sky on sun-touched wings, his hide glimmering just before he strikes. And strikes he does, his deft talons snatching up one of the 'beasts and dragging it a full dragonlength before he comes to a halt. His muzzle dives downwards, fangs lunging to delve deep into the flesh of the creature, a spray of blood emerging as he feasts.. but violet-whirling eyes betray his customary calm as he watches the glowing beauty over the corpse.

Serov blinks again. Apparently a common expression. With five hungry stomachs with wings to feed, he didn't notice the tension in the air. "I don't know... I just got here." He grins for a moment, then looks to the others in the room, hoping for some clue.

"I... I think you're right, Kor," says Myca shakily. She spares a moment's concern for the crying bronzerider, but draconic needs and senses superimpose themselves and she's reaching out to take the nearest males by the hand and lead them to her weyr, her soft sultry giggles floating backwards to goad the slowgoers. "Catch me if you can," she taunts blithly.

Myca walks up the tunnel toward the ground weyrs.
K'rian walks up the tunnel toward the ground weyrs.

Jharzeth> Jharzeth arrives in relative silence, night-dark wings widespread while he surveys the mayhem below -- just his forte. Beauty amongst the beasts, the bronze makes his choice decisively and stalks his prey from the air. Closing in, the attack comes quickly, and a piebald herdbeast isn't given the opportunity to cry out as the obsidian-toned dragon's weight bears down heavily, snapping the animal's back and neck. He feasts, then, gorging on the still-warm blood, keeping a mindful eye upon Eilanth throughout the proceedings.

Plate of meat still in hand, Crow watches the... unusual.. exit with a blase expression. "Ummm.." she glances down at Serov, "Well.. wanna see what this is about?" She sets down the dish by the hearth, only to have her flits ignore it. The bronze and brown have picked up the soft humm now, and Wish takes to the air with a flip of her wings, heading towards the bowl. Wisdom and Trace aren't far behind. "I'll.. ummm... take that as a yes?"

O'kano follows reluctantly, feet dragging -- but he follows nonetheless.

Myca's Inner Weyr -- SMW
No desc yet, besides a bed. A very nice canopy bed with erotic scenes woven into the canopy.
Contents:
K'rian
Myca

Myca stands before her bed, watching those gathered, her expression speculative. "Might as well be comfy," she asys dreamily as she leans back against the high surface of the bed. "This will be over soon enough..."

O'kano doesn't want to be comfy. Or even here. But he is, even against his will -- the will that's buried beneath the roiling emotions of Jharzeth -- and so he contents himself to sullen silence, eyes tightly closed. Well, maybe he peeks a little. But he certainly doesn't /mean/ to.

Jharzeth> Eilanth's fury spends itself in claiming and draining a third beast, unheeding the blood she spills on the frosted ground. The evening's setting sun paints her skin with firey overtones, her violet eyes shimmering in sharp contrast to incandescent green-yellow fires. She mantles her wings and shakes them out, then launches herself into the air with a quick jump, her call taunting the males in echo of her lifemate's.

K'rian, on the other hand, is well used to the rush of flights.. and is well in tune with the flow of his lifemate's emotions. He walks along into the weyr with a confident, casual stride, coming up to lean against the wall sidelong not far from the bed.. his gaze locked on Myca, his lips curved in a slow smile. "Yes," he murmurs, "It will."

Jharzeth> Tamlinth doesn't waste his breath, or his movements - even as the beauty leaps into the air, he rises to readiness, hurling the body carelessly aside in a limp exsanguinated heap and a spray of blood droplets across the feeding grounds. His legs crouch, then push off, his strong wings snapping back with an audible crack of wind as he takes to the air.. eyes caught upon his prize, his beauty. He wastes no breath, saving it for the chase.

Jharzeth> Jharzeth takes another, quickly, allowing the last few drops of crimson to seep into the churned mess of mud, dirt, and snow that spreads beneath the pens. There's more than enough blood staining muzzle and warming belly, and as the green shoots for the skies, he tenses, too. Toned muscles coil and bunch before giving way, powering the angular bronze up, up, up while the sun's last rays strike his darkened hide and glint against the hidden metallicy. Wide wings snap open at the last instant, and he powers after Eilanth, leaving the stirred dust and frost to settle over the newly slaughtered corpses of his kill.

Jharzeth> No sooner than she's safely airborne than Eilanth's snapping into a barrel roll, then soaring up as high and straight as she can go, wings beating in quick patterns as she seeks altitude. The 'touch me not' vibes have given way to sensual projections, teasing half-promises and taunting goadings. The male who flies her will have be the one who can keep up with her!

Jharzeth> When compared to another bronze, Tamlinth projects a slight silhouette indeed -- but compared to the shining beacon of emerald beauty ahead, he is still quite large. Even so, his smaller size may prove of some use in this pursuit, as he darts after her with heavy beats of his wings through the sky, hide glimmering in bronze flickers of light and dark as he twists upwards straight and true, though aiming for a point somewhat below the course set by Eilanth. His thoughts whirl upwards to her, promises of warmth and confidence in the chase, and promises of brighter delights..

Jharzeth> There's steadfast intent behind Jharzeth's pumping wings, nearly tangible next to the harsh realities of surging ichor, whimsical thermals, and always the leading splash of sun-touched verdure: Eilanth. His mind stays quiet next to the flight-driven projections of the others, instead allowing his body to speak for him as he lashes against gravity and strains upwards, hunter sweeping after quarry with each downstroke.

Jharzeth> Eilanth reaches an altitude to her liking and begins to engage in a series of acrobatic stunts: a barrel roll that turn into a powerdive, then her wings unfurl and she soars back up into the air in a massive loop-the-loop, then drops down through the sky again in a trio of summersauls, tail almost touching her muzzle. At the very end she's flying low to the surface of the lake, tailtip causing a ruffling of the icy surface. She calls after the males again, her very being radiating an intense joy in the thrill of flight and daring the others to match her.

Jharzeth> Tamlinth may yearn after such agility, but cannot match it. He rides the clouds, his tail trailing behind him in a serpentine banner, his wings catching the light as he follows as best he's able, working to anticipate her moves as he glides and flies to where he thinks she'll be next.. and after she comes out of her last roll, he power-dives low, pulling out above her - still behind, quite, but at a higher altitude, his tendons and muscles straining as he works to greater speeds, the wind shearing over his hide..

Jharzeth> Jharzeth doesn't falter at the acrobatics, keeping pace until it's more clear where the green's path leads -- and then he follows. Wings fold, vane, 'sails' translucence eventually reappearing as he plummets towards the lake and pulls out of the dive. He follows, careful to keep more altitude between him and the glassy surface, disrupted by the dragons which speed overhead. The other pursuers are disregarded as the bronze delights in the chase, lust-purpled eyes reflecting blurred images of the green, much as the lake reflects the forms of the passing figures. He follows.

Jharzeth> Eilanth daringly dips her claws in the water, and then captures a thermal with her wings and floats up into the air. She calls sweetly to her pursuers, urging them onwards, even as her own excited energy leaks away. Content to be the calm temptress, she rides the air waves and then reverses direction to cross the lake again from higher up. She's not flying to escape, she's flying for the love of it and to impress her suitors. Time enough to be serious later, for now it's time for courtship.

Jharzeth> Tamlinth calls out, from the heart and soul, not from his mouth, a siren's song of comfort and warmth, passion and heat, his thoughts flaring as the first cresting of the sun over the horizon each morn to match the blazing hue of his light-dark mottled hide. Neither higher, nor lower, does he fly, but his wing tilts to one side as he banks left as she turns.. gliding a slow circle over where she flies, ever alert, ever attentive for the whims of the beauty he would hold..

Jharzeth> Jharzeth, too, pushes against air to climb upwards, swift, repeatative wingbeats drumming a tempo of flighty desire into the fickle currents of the sky. Quick, quicker, quickest: doubling back after the green's stunt, he attempts a tailtip turn, but his bulk becomes a barrier and the bronze contents himself to a wider, swinging arc. But a burst of speed makes up for lost time -- hopefully -- as he nears, keeping his goal in sight. Now, for the first time, a brassy trumpet heralds his approach, sounding like ethereal hunting horns. And that's what Jharzeth does -- he hunts after the radiant green, determination evident with every upstroke.

Jharzeth> Eilanth soars high into the air, spiralling in a display of color and grace, pouring the last of her energy into this last series of dancing motions. At the pinacle of her flight, she catches a thermal and hangs in the air for a breathless moment, sunset's last beams of light gilding her like an object de art. As the sun slides behind the mountains, Eilanth closes her eyes and executes a controlled tumble, strength ebbed away and her tumultuous soul ready to find heart's ease.

Jharzeth> Jharzeth stays low, dark hide shadowed and eclipsed by Eilanth in her final moments in the spotlight. He makes his move and seizes the moment as she falls, surging in an effort to steal the show and save the damsel in distress. Fighting against the lapping edges of fatigue which steal over shaped musculature and sculpted contours, the bronze forces wings to move, tail lashing behind. As she tumbles, he rises with wings outstretched in welcome, seeking to cradle and cushion the green with his body, his youth, his irrepressible vitality. And behind it all lurks lust, the heart and soul of his pursuit after the lady in green.

Jharzeth> Tamlinth spreads his wings wide, his body arching upwardsin flight, tail trailing down.. and then they snap back, folding against his body as he lunges downwards, a whip-crack echoing in the wind as his bronzed tail snaps upwards. The wind shears over his gleaming hide as he dives towards the prize as she tumbles towards the shining waves of the lake below.. to his eyes, setting off the beauty perfectly. His heart soars with hope as he reaches for her, with limbs tail and wings, yearning for the perfect union that he would make with this one, his lithe frame against her delicate one..

Jharzeth> A bit of forgotten sunset sky, Eilanth falls through the sky, wings doing little more than guiding her. A flurry of males gather around to catch her, but it's a gleaming black-bronze that colors the victor. Jharzeth's upward journey nets him the prize, Eilanth melting against his strength and letting him set the pace and take the lead -- for now.

Jharzeth> And so Jharzeth cradles and protects and does all the things he promised to do, wrapping around Eilanth with twining of tails and mirrored bodies, required wooing left far behind as passion consumes.

Myca's been rather quiet through the entire flight, too caught up in her lifemate's antics to say or do much. As Jharzeth catches, however, her eyes fly open and there's a half-horrified, half-amused, look on her face as she looks at O'kano. "Ooooohhh dear," she murmurs, anxiety, sympathy, and passion comingling in her as she steps toward the sour lordling.

K'rian lets out a low growl from deep in his throat, one of frustration, as he tears his gaze from Myca.. and stumbles a few times in his step out of the weyr.
K'rian has left.

Jharzeth> Tamlinth pulls up, letting out a low roar of frustration and loss as the chase ends.. and he soars high, his hide glimmering in the sun as he heads to his ledge to take what refuge he might in solitude.

O'kano, that poor holdbred boy who's supposedly dead-set against flights, isn't sure he's so dead-set now. There's bewilderment, yes, and he begins a protest -- "But..." -- that's suddenly cut short, his lifemate's emotions too strong to handle. A hesitant step forward is taken as the bronzerider's resolution to flee dissolves, albeit reluctantly, the desire inspired by Jharzeth blossoming upon Puo's expression as he approaches.