... easy.... We just need to get you down, and then the healers will be able to ease the pain." Thera comes to a halt behind Madri and T'jano, dropping the kit to the ground. From the skies, Hadamarth glides to land in a space impossibly small for him, and balances on talons. Grabbing her dragon's maw, Thera is lifted into the air in a move that seems somewhat risky, but which is trusted absolutely...

... easy.... We just need to get you down, and then the healers will be able to ease the pain." Thera comes to a halt behind Madri and T'jano, dropping the kit to the ground. From the skies, Hadamarth glides to land in a space impossibly small for him, and balances on talons. Grabbing her dragon's maw, Thera is lifted into the air in a move that seems somewhat risky, but which is trusted absolutely...

...until one of the other dragons panics a beast toward him. Snap of hawkish muzzle, clasp of teeth upon the beast's neck and Xanth cowls over it. Presumably he bloods. >> ( Fort Weyr ) Hadamarth glides down from the Star Stones - a place of of quiet contemplation and thought. The winds don't buffet rather they cushion the brown and he lands with a meditative *plop*. We dined yesterday...

...in slowly, letting his eyes adjust. The bed will be empty. At this later stage of pregnancy, sleep often eludes Thera entirely, and so she is awake, with the dragged quilts and furs taken to Hadamarth's couch to make a nest and there she is curled in the embrace of his forelegs, cheek pressed to brown hide, eyes open and she staring off in thought. Sound she did not hear, but the flicker of...

10/9/2008 Logfile from Tejano. >> I bespoke Hadamarth with: I sense that Mrrth touches minds, a heavy saline mist, cool with dank undertones. < < >> I sense that Hadamarth touches back, soft and lit with a golden glow and the smokey hints of sage and cedar by the sea. < < >> I bespoke Hadamarth with: I sense that Mrrth takes...

... When she makes it to the ledge she wanders further in offering a decidedly wolfish smile to Imogen and E'th as she nods. "weyrwoman." And she'll take another pull from that wineskin of hers. Ikaroth> Hadamarth leaves his rider in a swirl of cold dust and holding the perverbial pot as he extends dark and glistening wings across the bowl to land in the feeding pen, head turning towards Hestiath with...

...find Amarik and find how his day went. Thera has stepped from the Hold's front porch with no real thought or direction a few minutes before R'ish and T'jano, just on a beeline to the waiting Hadamarth. She's back in her old leathers but for the most part is walking without concious awareness of her surroundings. Hadamarth will whuffle politely at the landing Gold but his attention turns...

...man's bronze would be it.   Counterpoint to his human, at least in this.   Impeccably clean, oiled, well-fed, strong.   Whiskey watches, trying to appear not to watch at all. (Fort Weyr) Hadamarth wafts smoke in shapes of wings and does not see the flight from the beach < < Is it like the waves? >> < < Rattler> Cerulean loves entrails, so he swoops, finding some leftovers from...

...you to the west and southwest, and you can peek up and through the mountains to the training area. It is a summer sunset. A refreshing breeze laces the hot, gloriously blue skies. You see Suzanth, Hadamarth, and Hestiath here. Thera is here. Obvious exits: West There's nothing particularly brilliant about tonight's sunset as it fades into the twilight glimmer that exists between and betwixt the...

...authoritarian,  is just not that effective when someone can't process beyond the first two syllables. "Halt what?" She's confused and pulls back from R'ish again, "Leave me alone! Both of you." Even Hadamarth is upset by his rider's mood swing and RUMBLEs across the sand to Thera.  R'ish wasn't expecting to be swung at, and Madri's sudden ordering distracted her. Thera catches R'ish with that punch...