Who

Kyara, Mai, Tija, Vashae | Liareth, Vardiath, Izahyth, Jovianth

What

Liareth rises on an autumn evening out by the Crater Lake.

The usual flight stuff (Now includes meta! Fortified with innuendo!)

When

It is evening of the twenty-fifth day of the eleventh month of the sixth turn of the 12th pass

Where

Crater Lake, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 17 Jan 2016 07:00

 

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"Did you plan this?"


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Crater Lake

Four centuries ago, a chunk of the very comet that drove some Oldtimers forward crashed to the desert near Igen Weyr, collapsing the original inner caverns and breaking through to a new spring that now feeds into Igen's underground aquifer. The result? Beauty from destruction - a long, crystalline lake of brilliant sapphire blue. Sharp sandstone rings the water in jagged peaks, where sparse desert shrubs cling to steep, sandy slopes and reflect darkly on the pristine, mirror-like surface. Out in the midst of the lake, a small island pierces the glassy plane, umber from azure in a near-perfect cone. A startling break in the stark desert and savannah surrounding the Weyr, the crater lake sits like a jewel in the rough - a picturesque, inviting respite from the rough, dry terrain beyond.


There is nothing quite like stargazing out at the Crater Lake after the sky has been scoured clear by an Igen storm - sand-based or otherwise. That is precisely what Kyara looks to be doing, stretched out upon a blanket on the sand at the foot of the path leading to the water from the plateau just a short rise above. There are several clues that point to this not being precisely the case, however. One is her garb, the swimsuit and sarong typical of both regular swimming excursions and times when an invisible heat crawls inexorably along just beneath her skin. Another is the fact that Liareth prowls restlessly nearby rather than lounging contentedly - quiet due to her grace, despite her size. Even lingering twilight can't completely hide the golden edge to her hide. If this is the case, why is the green pair here? The whims of the pretty grin while proddy are not something easily dismissed. Maybe it's the herd of autumn-fattened caprines on a nearby ridge that Liareth eyes, having found them preferable to herdbeast this time. Either way, here Kyara is, waiting in silence as the hedonistic steam of her lifemate's mindscape casts outwards. She knows she's been seen, even followed. Therefore, it's no large matter for her to be just beyond the Weyr's walls rather than in them for this.

Mai seems to be wandering out to the lake to relax, being insistently pressured by Vardiath to do such a thing. And he seemed to insist on her bringing the lute which she's become decently good at. "Really?" She asks as she walks along the edge of the lake until she sees Kyara and hers. "Aaah.. Ah, that's w… you cheeky." Vardiath seems to ignore his rider and just sort of saunter over, giving a bit of a musical trill to Liareth's form as he sits down nearby. Mai wanders over towards Kyara. "Hey."

"Kyara~~" Tija walks her nimble ass out here, dressed to kill, of course. It's always a toss up for if Tija and Izahyth are here for the flight or for the leftovers. Nevermind all of that though, she's here right? And is totally going to try to plant a kiss on Kyara's cheek, though she won't try too too hard if her fellow pulls away. Izahyth lounges, having regained some of his weight, tail twitching as he watches Liareth do her thing.

It's no big surprise to Vashae at this point that when Liareth is close to rising, Jovianth clams up. He doesn't necessarily tell her what's going on, why he's deviating from their intended path - but when he sets down long enough to allow Vashae to glimpse her greenriding friend, the truth is easy enough for Vashae to see for herself. The bluerider sighs lightly, shakes her head, and strips off her flight jacket and helmet. "Kyara," the bluerider greets. She settles on her heels a short distance away from the other, letting the items drop beside her as she settles to half-sit on her legs. Jovianth merely croons at Liareth in greeting, the soft sound of an orchestra settling and tuning radiating from within the grey fog that encompasses his mindscape.

Kyara slowly turns her head as she hears Mai approach, sitting up and letting a deeply-drawn breath out slowly. "Mai," she returns glancing past the brownrider to another - Tija. The greenrider's jaw clenches as the kiss lands on her cheek, and she goes very still for a moment, but doesn't pull away. And then, unsurprisingly, Vashae, whom she greets with a thin smile. "Hello, Vash," is returned, and she glances around a bit longer. No men. While not under Liareth's influence, this is an 'oh well' sort of situation that the greenrider resigns herself to. But now, while Liareth has her enthralled, she doesn't rationalize things as well. "Did you plan this?" she calls out and upward in Liareth's general direction, but the lithe green only growls, and Kyara abruptly rises to her feet, brushing sand from her sarong. "I'm sorry," she grumbles to the other women, scrubbing a hand over her face. "It's nothing to do with any of you, at all; it's…" Boys? None of y'all had better be sitting or lounging, because Liareth is abruptly off like a shot, leaping up and darting across the eastern edge of the lake to fall upon two caprines at once, a third mortally wounded in the wake of her flashing talons. A dancer's bells shimmer across every mind present, a thick, heated, fire-lit fog obscuring the lithe, enticing form of the one bearing them. « A dance in the dark for you, » comes the coy and sultry tease, even as she pursues the taste and energy of blood. « Don't trip over your own tails, now. » And down below, Kyara looks abruptly relieved, but there's an uncommon annoyance to her voice as she snaps, "It's about bloody time!"

"The lack of male companionship is a bit disconcerting, sweetheart." Tija doesn't sound sorry at ALL as she takes a few steps past the greenrider and settles herself upon the ground. Her shirts flare out around her, white lengths showing up starkly against the ground and outlining her long legs nicely. "I hear that perhaps there is an occasion which might have called many of the males from home. I am sure they would chase if only they were near enough to hear the siren's call." Liareth's call. But that would not be pretty enough of a speech for Tija. Izahyth takes some effort to get off the ground, but he totally does. For once he DOESN'T speak yet, he'll save his ribald comments for a little bit later.

"Not my fault, Kyara… Vard…" And then all of a sudden the graceful songfilled brown arches along the path after the green, gathering up his own caprines to blood. He almost does it leisurely, slashing at them and lapping up the flowing nectar. « What is a dance without music? » come the orchestral notes of the Bardish brown's mind, swirling and dancing in a concordant and musical fashion. Mai frowns as she looks around, at the derogatory remark that only women are here.

"No offense taken," Vashae replies easily, with a small smile. It's no secret to either of them that Liareth is one of Jovianth's favorites to chase, and it's something Vashae has accepted over the turns since Impression. Vashae stays where she crouches, eyes closed against the feel of Jovianth's mind and the sight of what's going on around her. Jovianth is quick to choose a target and blood it, once he's followed Liareth to the caprines, his eyes steady on his green clutchmate. « Liareth, » the blue croons. « I would dance with you whenever you chose. » The hum of the orchestra beyond the mist thrums within Jovianth's mind, warming up - but not yet playing. There is a low hum of disembodied voices accompanying the blue's orchastra, but too low to hear just yet what the voices sing. Hopefully it is not a song of discord.

Kyara doesn't find fault with any one of them or their dragons, truly; how can she? She's been dealing with this for nearly seven Turns now, and has had what happens well-engrained into her life as a greenrider by now. Liareth is certainly happy with her spread of suitors, as well…so the extra agitation from Kyara must come from some other source. It's not a source likely to be divulged right now, of course; there's too little of her own mind at play to single it out or say anything for now. "You're fine…" she tries to assure Mai, cutting off with a hiss of air pulled in, Liareth's blooding having a physiological effect on her to the point of feeling it in her own throat. Leaving the blanket behind, she steps to the water's edge and crouches down, scooping up a handful of chilly water and splashing it over her face. "The dance is hers," she says distractedly, a bit breathless at the cold as she turns back to face them. The amber of her eyes brightens and flares, the intensity if not the hue evident through the twilight. "The dance is mine." The change in timbre is drastic as Liareth finishes her blooding and powers into the blue-black sky. Vardiath's music is appreciated but met with a warble of challenge; does he think to seduce her so easily? Steam billows blindingly to mingle with Jovianth's mists, and just aims to blind Izahyth.

Tisk tisk tisk, whatever Izahyth sends back along the link to Tija has the brownrider throwing her head back and LAUGHING, the sound dancing upwards into the sky. She's as relaxed in this as Kyara is tense, half-sprawled as she is upon the ground. "Oh she's testy tonight." Izahyth is just as amused as his chosen here, as hammer meets anvil and sparks flair into life. He's forging a link between himself and the green, but the beauty is in the creation, not in the final product. Unlike the other's he's here for the chase and not so much for the catch like his rider. « Liareth, is that any way to treat an old friend? These skinny asses that chase you aren't worthy, and you know it. » And there are his insults.

Mai's nostrils flare as she hears from Kyara's throat and then Vardiath's response to Liareth's blooding and teasing as she takes off is for him to launch himself into the air as well. He isn't as strong as most browns, but he's fast and graceful. He floats after the green. He snorts and rolls over in a circle around Izahyth's form, his graceful form swirling as he moves towards Liareth. He won’t pine or cry for the green, but he does keep up the lovely music, still beautiful and bright.

Vashae rises when Kyara does, almost without even noticing - the effort mindless as Jovianth's mind surges against hers in anticipation, in the revelry of the blooding. A couple of steps are taken towards her, and then another back. An ever-present battle against letting Jovianth taking over completely too soon. Her eyes trace Liareth's distant form at the green takes to the sky, before they snap back to Kyara. "It is what it is," the woman says. Jovianth slurps the last of the blood he can from the caprine's corpse before launching himself into the sky after Liareth. As his wings catch wind the blue's orchestra and disembodied chorus begin their song: a unashamedly bawdy piece this time (he probably learned it from Vashae or someone), one with just enough discord to stand out. « Oh hush, Izahyth, » Jovianth joins in chidingly. « You are the unworthy one. She could look no farther than me for perfection. » Of course, he doesn't say this to Liareth, lest he lose his nerve.

Izahyth - « Jovianth wears skinny jeans. » Like a hipster.

Kyara tilts her head skyward again, eyes falling shut and lightly clad form unconsciously taking up the sway of Liareth's sinuously teasing flight as her grasp of self slowly dissolves. Tija's words have her laughing, the sound low and rich and melodic. "Always!" she exclaims, executing a graceful turn on the balls of her feet and reaching down to tilt Tija's chin up toward her with one finger. "But most certainly always for him." The greenrider's next steps take her around Mai, brushing close as she passes behind the younger brownrider. "Impressive," she murmurs at Mai's ear, "but yet to strike a balance." Whatever that means; it's more a conveyance of Liareth's thoughts than anything, and may not be completely clear. A teasing dance away takes her brushing past Vashae next, a hint of a chuckle carrying her words. "And never dull." Liareth swerves and doubles abruptly back, rolling and diving beneath her more ungainly suitors with a shrill, taunting cry. She is never //mean, not even to Izahyth, just challenging, judging them all for worthiness. « They are if they can keep step with me, » is returned to Izahyth, her challenge to do the same evident in her tone. Ivy-draped wings graze first Vardiath, then Jovianth as she dares to pass close above them. « Play on, play on! >> she laughs, the dancer within beckoning from alluring shadow and whispering steam. « Which beat shall I set my dance to, hmm? Each so unique …»

Tija winks boldly at Kyara when the woman touches her chin, but doesn't do anything that might be more forward then that. "It's nothing less than he deserves for his attentions." Starlight is reflected in her dark eyes as she returns to contemplating it. Izahyth's ringing blows cut through mists, his sparks different colors just for the hell of it as he beats at the cherry red metal, creation in full bloom. « Look at him, » Vard, « He's barely half grown with those spindly little legs. And Jovianth's tail is barely big enough to be noticed, let alone used effectively. » Yes, he just said that Jov has a small dick. Deal with it bro.

Mai turns and looks at Kyara and laughs a bit at that. "Thanks, I guess?" she says, looking at the others before she takes in a deep breath and she looks to Tija and snorts. Vardiath snorts and flashes his beautiful sails, showing his beautiful agility and he spins back around, his music still playing, his flying still graceful. He's not about to overexert himself.

Vashae's eyes and movements follow Kyara, even as the bluerider remains firmly rooted to where she stands, determined to remain where she was. "I should worry if it were dull, my dear," she manages, keeping herself from trying to snag the greenrider for herself - if only just. A moment of decisiveness - a tug at her collar to loosen it. Like that's going to help. A step forward, and two back. Restraint, Vashae. Restraint. Jovianth's wings flare wide as he turns sharply to pursue the green, the chorus of his mind growing louder as the orchestra thrums along. A glimmer of silver can be glimpsed along the sails of his wings. « Do you really want one who would so easily descend to insults, my lovely green? » Because Jovianth wasn't doing that just a little while ago. His mists twine longingly with Liareth's steam, the flicker of a bridge glimpsed through the mist every now and then.

We all know Liareth doesn't want Izahyth at ALL kthanks.

Lesson learned once already >.>

Even though Izahyth is easily the most awesome here. /go pride.

Psh, once you go blue, you never go back~

Usually works better without blue balls, actually.

Izahyth can at LEAST sire children ye-of-sperm-less-balls.

It's better to be able to bang'em and leave'em and not worry about babies~

Kyara laughs for Tija's answer once again, still dancing restlessly between the women around her as Liareth teases and tempts her chasers beneath the stars. "I'm glad you know it," she says before gasping and bobbling to a stop, vertigo induced by a particularly breath-robbing roll and swerve her green makes around them as she doubles back yet again. Past this, silence apart from quickening breaths as her eyes flick between them all. Who will Liareth choose? For tonight, there is nothing to interfere with it truly being her choice and not some quirk of weather or the presence of some flashy bronze to entice her favor. The change of color to Izahyth's sparks does garner her attention momentarily, then she goes right back to being drawn in by the musics of handsome Vardiath and steadfast Jovianth. « Who would I really want? » she lilts, melodic soprano limned in velvet. « Give me the best to choose, if you can! » As though they haven't been trying to get that across to her this entire time!

« Well, I can tell you who not too choose.» That's Izahyth, if anyone was wondering. « Chicken Legs there would last for about two seconds of the dive, and ol' blue balls maybe a second more. They don't eat enough to have the stamina for more. » Izahyth talks too much during flights, as if it were a routine day at the forge and he's shooting the breeze with someone who had come to watch his hammer turn dull iron into pure beauty. « You need someone with a little meat who knows how to do a lady proud. » And he's going to make a dive for it, showing off his impressive girth.

Nobody needs to think about Izahyth's… girth.

Mai looks around Kyara and manages to begin to play a song on her lute that matches Vardiath's own music in the air as he brown swirls around and saves the last big bit of his stamina for this drive, he tucks his wings down and swirls around the others in the air, aiming for the green as he lets out his music in full orchestral fashion. He spins around the lumbering larger dragon, far far more agile and beautiful than his compatriots, his wings aiding him in his flight after the green.

Except Liareth, so she can be impressed by it's awesome.

Its. Homophones guys.

She wasn't the first time. Not that she remembers.

Impressed enough yo!

There aren't any guys here.

Izahyth is totally a guy thanksmuch.

Did you NOT see his awesome girth?

I don't look at other dudes girths.

Out of sight, out of mind! Oh, wait…

Shame. You're missing so much right now.

A step forward when the greenrider stops - but other than that, Vashae stays still, dark eyes intent on the greenrider's frame. Inch by inch, what is Vashae is corroding - the deciding factor will, of course be, whether Jovianth catches or not. « You already know who you want, » the blue teases as the volume of the orchestra and chorus hiding within the mists swells louder - and ever more bawdy. Clearly a song learned from someone who learned it from a dude who learned it from a sailor….somewhere down the line. It doesn't matter! The blue lets his fog swell and ebb, the bridge flashing in and out of sight as the fog roils. He dives - intent on the prize, should he be lucky enough to catch her - the underside of his wings glittering ever-so-slightly with silver.

On some level, Kyara is registering the music coming from Mai's lute. Something about music strikes her on a different level than anything else, and she will likely remember it later and chat with Mai about it. But even as her gaze starts to slide that in the young brownrider's direction, her mind reels with the force of Liareth's intent, her choice made. The males may dive, but she maintains her distance, staying just out of reach until…a slight flex of wings to break her just so, a veer to the left, out of Izahyth's reach and an inch beyond Vardiath to bring her into line with Jovianth. Bawdiness is apparently more to her taste than soaring orchestral melodies this night, but not for his lack of trying. Vardiath with have his day some other time! But tonight, it's Jovianth she favors, slipping willingly into his clutches with satisfaction. Kyara's eyes snap sharply to Vashae and she straightens, breath hitching in her throat, a hand stretched out toward the bluerider as she wavers on her feet. Deja vu', if long delayed. Anyone and everything else quickly fades beyond the background.

Mai sighs softly as she feels the pain from her brown, the loss and pain and she turns and begins to move away, slinging her lute back over her shoulders.

« Fah. She always chooses the skinny asses. » Izahyth, but really, this isn't the first time the brown has lost and he soars away in good enough humor. He'll just go find a nice wherry to sooth is calm. And Tija? She's usually preying after the left behinds, but something else is out there to whet her appetite. Drawing herself up from the ground her graceful movements almost make her seem like smoke against the dark ground as she makes for the Bazaar and whatever lover she may find there.

That moment when Jovianth catches sends a jolt through Vashae, and the bluerider straightens. "Ours," she breathes, though the words aren't qualified or explained further. Those steps she held back, the ones that kept her away from the greenrider while the chase was on are now acted upon, space between the two closing. Tija and Mai don't get more than a second glance at the moment - that will be saved for another time, a time when rider and dragon are separate again, when the dark of the night has turned once more to the light of day. What passes here tonight shall remain undefined except in memory.

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