...more time in the creche just watching, trying to get the hang of it.  The healers say she hasn't dropped yet, I guess that's the next thing to happen." She shrugs, and sets her mug back down. Rayosia enters from the Bowl. Kyana shakes her head. "I'd heard that he was having problems again; not that you can blame him, given the circumstances; if it's not too hard, if you want you can show me...

...to fatigue. Fizath is almost immediately forced to flame - her short gouts of flame saved until the last second when the majority of the clump can be seared by her sudden quick tongue flick of fire. Rayosia seems constantly in motion, trying to keep the green stoked with firestone and when not throwing stone, she's keeping her eye on the formation to her right and the thread coming in from above....

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...

Eleni comes to visit, and Nidhgoth sneaks out to chase Fizath. Taq gets caramels and a life-altering eyeful. Nidhgoth's Weyr Tiger's eye coloration washes in gradient waves about the smoothly shorn... getting a bawdy eyeful before hiding amongst Nidhgoth’s coils. The dragon says nothing as he claims the boy, allowing N’tan his pleasure, and indulging himself as well while keeping the child safe.

...still muggy air. Yet, further comfort can be gleaned by the way the sun dips toward the horizon, finally on it's way to surrend over to the moons. The balance of moon and sun is what has captured Rayosia's attention for the moment as she wipes her brow with a garden gloved hand. Smearing dirt slightly over her forehead, the said hand abruptly falls to her hip, smiling softly at the complex colours...

...to fatigue. Fizath is almost immediately forced to flame - her short gouts of flame saved until the last second when the majority of the clump can be seared by her sudden quick tongue flick of fire. Rayosia seems constantly in motion, trying to keep the green stoked with firestone and when not throwing stone, she's keeping her eye on the formation to her right and the thread coming in from above....

Logfile from Taini Fort meets Thread over Fort Hold, and there are injured.      Thera stalks through wearing a dress that someone was fitting for her and is so not happy. >> [fling] Gnaedath rumbles...business than anything he's ever done, and his recent pride took a blow, with the recent death of a patient he'd helped with. With humility comes a certain grounding. "It's all good, N'tan. She's good."

... then.   "W'ren!   Welcome back.   You were not supposed to be timing it, and Xanth could not get hold of Gnaedath, when you needed to be here.   You're well?"   A nod is then extended to Rayosia, Thera, and Taini. Taini looks up at her brother's voice, and releases W'ren, just out of instinct, tensing up.   She frowns, looking up at Thadd. "Hey, Thadd."   She says, standing...

...the /other/ half of being Barlord. Trinc and I could give you a hint or two." He winks. The conversation decidedly turned away from where he's been, he takes a breath to eye the newly entered: Rayosia. Thera agreed to truce, she didn't say she had to like it so will sit and sip her juice, eyebrows mimicking W'ren's words in a rather mobile dance. She too will glance at Rayosia and nod a greeting...

 Logfile from Taini.  W'ren comes home, and Tai, Thera, Thadd try to explain things.  And Rayosia gets stuck in the middle.   Language, mention of a violent sexual encounter.   Edited to switch one  exit pose at the request of the player.  :)  On this warm, summer afternoon, Taini is sitting at a table, doing hidework. There is a tall glass of juice beside her, and she sits, reading a hide, twirling...