...injured -- but tonight she greets them all with the faintest touch of summer and spice. The scents underneath are roses gone to black and rosemary, for remembering. < < Madri won't wait for Elsveth to finish her landing routine before straps are unhitched as she's hitting the ground at a run. "R'ish!" She'll call out, her features warped in concern and anger all at once as that hazel gaze...

... an excuse to be distracted from the brooding if he'll look to that. But since he's looking at R'ish, who's looking at the box, she too will peer. Then point. "What's that?" You sense Elsveth bespeaks you directly with >> Elsveth will reach out from the depths of the bitter cold, bringing with her a touch of warmth and light. She'll be there, of her own accord if he allows. Supportive...

...had been also absent; they arrive in force, now. Madri is considerably more unsettled than when he had last seen her. She is outside, in the cold and staring off into the night sky... Elsveth, ever loyal and nurturing is hovering by her side. She wont immediately turn to greet him, rather it is Elsveth who croons a welcome... being the welcome alarm for her lifemate. "Madri...

...created out of a larger trunk. Stacks of reports and other miscellaneous files strewn atop it. Evidently, transfers up from the WeyrlingMaster's office below. It's sometime after his return that Elsveth will announce their arrival in an uncharacteristic manner: She'll land, agile quiet save for the low gutteral growl and ember etched gaze.. evidently a reflection of her bonds inner emmotions....

10/14/2008 Logfile from Thaddeus. >> ( Fort Weyr ) Elsveth has simmered, steamed and finally boiled over. Unannounced, even to her own rider she launches from wherever she had been lurking, leaving in her wake wave after wave of uncontrolled desire and lust. There is no mistaking the urge she shares nor the desire for pure, energy sustaining blood. /There/ in the pens...

...lazily down to the area just outside the pens and, there landing, crouches enough to ease the dismount of his rider. Th'deus slides off, hand brushing over the bronze hide before he'll turn to study Elsveth. Her color. Her attitude. "Elsveth." The rider murmurs. The dragon merely turns his wedge-shaped head toward the green, calculatingly. Elsveth is glowing brighter than ever and...

... and anything not bound to the earth threatens to spread wings and fly like some old wher given wings for a day. Maialeth /is/ nearby.. he rumbles a soft greeting.. and then a warmer one to Elsveth as he turns whirling eyes on the green. A dracionic checking out. R'ish smirks softly. "Yeah.. Babies tend to do that." The eating sleeping burping pooping, and nursing. "Hands full, yeah?" She...

... Madri is on the move. The babes have been fed, cleaned, cuddled and fussed over all morning and now she's grown far too stir-crazy for her own good. Riding straps have been thrown over Elsveth, now radiating, equally restless. One likely the cause of the other. "I know, I know dearheart. We're going... the more you shift, the more difficult it is for me to put these on you know." She...

...what might be a neck. Dark brown eyes, glittering with excitement, peer out from under bangs of hair, and the creature's tail whips back and forth so fast as to almost off-balance him. Elsveth is, for once not up in the weyr fussing, doting or otherwise motherings Madri and Th'deus triplets. The green has been keeping herself busy in the bowl by pacing about, stalking or simply watching...

...feels as if the proverbial weight is off his shoulders. Reward to himself is a few moments of baby-carrying. It's one of the girls now, cradled in his arms, sleeping, while Th'deus steps over to show Elsveth. He does not, at first, see Madri, and lost track of her when he got absorbed in the paperwork. "Here, Els. Look. I don't think they are identical twins," Again, the argument between man...