Logfile from G'dal.  Gun goes back to Boll to get a drink, and ends up with a candidate.    "Heel! Sit!" Stern words that quickly hail from Hira's mouth as she raises a hand up, shaking it at the dog who skitters to a half-stop in the grass. He looks at her hand curiously and ventures a step forth, Hira tilting her head to the eye and fixing him with a look, "I said -sit-." Ears flap about as he...

...her face as she watches the woman Pace. Her eyes barely leave the pacing woman, and when they do it's only a brief glance around to note the others in the room. Th'deus's entrance is noted. G'dal is supposed to be here, maybe. He's an assistant weyrlingmaster and has come in to report a case of wingstrain in one of the weyrlings that was flying in some tricky form, trying to impress his favorite...

...on her face as she watches the woman Pace. Her eyes barely leave the pacing woman, and when they do it's only a brief glance around to note the others in the room. Th'deus's entrance is noted. G'dal is supposed to be here, maybe. He's an assistant weyrlingmaster and has come in to report a case of wingstrain in one of the weyrlings that was flying in some tricky form, trying to impress his favorite...

 Logifile from G'dal. Gunilla comes to visit, and they talk about things.  Fun. "Aw, come on, S'tor." G'dal calls loudly. "Y' can do better'n 'at!" He shakes his head. "What're ya learnin' these days?" He stands, chatting with 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...

...red flowers and green vines, and careful white brushstrokes have inscribed 'Imogen and Hestiath' to the left of the entryway, and 'Iona and Orlaith' to the right. Imogen, W'ren, N'tan, and G'dal are here. Obvious exits: Bowl Tunnel Fly R'ish walks in. M'cay walks in. Thera has connected. E'th walks in. Ikaroth> Hestiath crouches in the far corner of the feeding pens, watching the herdbeasts...

...those other males who Dare try and woo his catch. He's already decided: she is his catch. HISSS and a warning click of his jaws at those others. MINE.   "M' bronze's chasin' yer green?" G'dal wonders aloud. "Ain't that a pickle."   He shakes his head. "Aw, Fan, lookie."   And indeed, the old brown dragon turns around to watch the bronze firelizard hover and wait.    "Your daughter...

On this hot, summer evening, 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...

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.

...around her and glance over to Th'deus first, then Dia, and following that the others. Storm's damage is assessed and a frown creases her brow even as she shifts over to stand aside Th'deus. G'dal is noted, a smile of approval sent towards the older rider, likely to be miss. At her daughter's words Mads glances back with a grin, "Aye, but stay out of the way of those working and keep within...

...around her and glance over to Th'deus first, then Dia, and following that the others. Storm's damage is assessed and a frown creases her brow even as she shifts over to stand aside Th'deus. G'dal is noted, a smile of approval sent towards the older rider, likely to be miss. At her daughter's words Mads glances back with a grin, "Aye, but stay out of the way of those working and keep within...