... "Well. If that one is yours, it's doubtful Hunter will do much damage." As if assuring the man that the little puppy with the soft teeth isn't as menacing as he looks. G'dal chortles. "Yeah, that's Fanneth." G'dal says, then takes in the reply to his comment. "Aw. Onna them Barlords." Fanneth has stopped paying attention to Hunter, instead swiveling his head toward the woman. "Aw, Fan, whassat?"...

...stop either. People enter and are otherwise ignored, her mind is elsewhere... seeking to maintain that control in the age-old struggle of rider over blooding dragon. >> ( Fort Weyr ) Fanneth was staying with a weyrling blue with wingstrain. He heard the call, as did the weyrling. However, the weyrling dragon stayed. Fanneth, though, heard the drums, the loud beat only heard in...

...a young brownrider, still a senior weyrling by the looks of his knot. "Yer... Yer doin' what?" A deep frown accompanies his words as though he isn't sure why the rider would be learning /that/. Fanneth, nearby, chortles his amusement, chuffing toward both men with a loud whoosh. Gunilla floats in from the center bowl, a ride atop a dragon having afforded her a wide smile from the pure rush...

...out another hiss, her inky form hovering over her prey. "I need to eat. Or drink. Or something." She mutters and heads towards the caverns. Exit stage /left/. Madri trundles eastward. (Fort Weyr) Fanneth watches this firelizard flight, transfixed. < < Do we appear so when /we/ take to the skies? >> It intrigues him. < < So rough. So ... >> The drums of war begin, in the background, but not so...

... G'dal stands in the middle of the bowl, leaning against his dragon, just watching the busy world around him.   "Aw, Fan, naw, that's not what he said."   The brownrider is deep in discussion with Fanneth, who twitches his tail and rumbles as a reply.   Pregnant and hot. Never a good combination at the best of times and with the way Madri is feeling this evening, it's just Not Good. Elsveth...

Madri is sitting here alone, trying to escape the heat that was today. She is  curled up under a tree, or at least as much as her expanding belly will allow  for. She has her eyes closed for the moment... slightly.. and that's how she stays as Madri slips away from her. Wide eyed,  blinking with her mouth hanging open slightly.. She watches Madri leave.  Blinkblink. Then.............. there's a smirk.

... G'dal stands in the middle of the bowl, leaning  against his dragon, just watching the busy world around him.  "Aw, Fan, naw,  that's not what he said."  The brownrider is deep in discussion with Fanneth,  who twitches his tail and rumbles as a reply. Pregnant and hot. Never a good combination at the best of times and with the  way Madri is feeling this evening, it's just Not Good. Elsveth, fussing...

...skin slung around his chest. "Aw, Fan, it ain't been /that/ long, 'as it?" The old brownrider's voice calls through the air, loud enough for anyone to hear. G'dal is getting his bath, so to speak. Fanneth needs cleaned, or so he says, and G'dal is the only one allowed to wash the old brown. He scrubs away, glancing over at the green and his rider. "Lookie, Fan." He says, lowering his voice a few...

...Kitchen, but every so often she pokes her head into the door of the Passionfruit Pit and scowls, turns and disappears again. She's waiting for someone and when he arrives, he's going to get it. Fanneth> Mrrth shifts in her perch, dozing. Even through her several layers of eyelids, the livid hue of purple darkens her pale head, and her tail twitches like a feline waiting for the opportune moment...

Who: Nataquin, N'tan, Eleni; Rayosia, Fizath, Nidhgoth, G'dal, Fanneth, J'bal, Kwaith, NPCs T'ruvin and Pfaith Where: N'tan's Weyr; Feeding Pens and Skies above Fort Weyr What: Eleni checks up on the injured rider and bribes his son with sweets. Rayosia's Fizath goes up, Nidhgoth chases, and everyone deals with the consequences. OOC Note: Flight, so adult themes. N'tan's edit: Eviyath doesn't oblige...