... with the lake visible as a glint in the distance. A half mile southeast are the lower caverns and infirmary, while the feeding pens lie to the southwest. T'jano has finally gotten to find Maialeth. He has, no doubt, been looking for the dragon, sometimes finding him, on and off during the night and day. The silver lining behind the cloud of insominia is that one can check on injured dragons...
...here show the signs: soot darkens a large patch from flaming practice, carvings decorate the entrances, and a wide 'crevice' has started to split its way up the most northwesterly quarter. Maialeth doesn't have much left in him just now. His bellow is loud and he drops with a huff. There are score marks along his side and a few small holes in his wing sails. Though thankfully they're not...
...embarking further upon the room. A good head above most, the tall man is content to watch the greenrider from afar, hands clasped before him like a good choir boy. >> ( Fort Weyr ) Maialeth has been keeping an eye out for Elsveth. Taking an interest in the green for a while now, though that's rather uncommon for him. He was actually just about to feed. Having stomped and tromped...
...of the bite of Thread to mind. Debris skitters at your feet in wild circles, 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...
...on past many, shoving his bulky weight straight to the front. Intensity flares in his eyes, while purpose stays any sign of expression on the frigid plains of the brownrider's face. Ikaroth> Maialeth knows the ropes, he knows what that glowing hide means. And then there's that... feeling. Maialeth lingers near the feeding pens, across from the glowing gold. He warbles softly as he inches towards...
..."Why, it's T'jano." Which makes Th'deus the uncle. And the whole tents comments which G'dal reveals goes right past him. Really, this whole conversation is getting quite confusing. >> (Fort Weyr) Maialeth sends a derisive snort across the link, like an autumn wind rustling the fallen leaves. < < Madri was about to laugh, but something akin to a green firelizard that /she/ knows all to...
>> I sense that Maialeth blows in in a gust of autumn wind and rotting leaves. >>Mine could use a little help from yours. Something to make 'them' sleep is needed. < < < < >> I bespoke Maialeth with: I sense that Elsveth reflects images of crystalline purity and caresses with refreshing rain. She plays with that scent, the scent of autumn and twists it back and ahead to spring, then summer...
...lifts his bulk from the sunned ground and then /runs/, lifting into the air with all due haste and attempting to match Mrrth's rise with a rumble that escalates into pure, trumpeting lust. Fanneth> Maialeth has also settled in comfortably just outside the courtyard. Waiting for his rider. He's already taken a nice dip in the water nearby.. and is just waiting. Though.. the proddy green in close proximity...
