...panic and a /crash/ as a hulking bronze hits earth at high speed. With an anguished cry, J'bral stumbles out of the weyr, rushing pell-mell to his downed lifemate. Aadi, on the other hand, doesn't move yet. Taini's chosen, but there's still Q'luin to deal with and a ledge to clear. "Then I'll /wish/ y'off this ledge, Qi." Another wolfish grin. Just after Ikaroth impacts Birgith by some matter...

...the room, and then returns to her writing. She hasn't even bothered with anything to drink right now. Her focus, what little she has right now, is on her book and the letters she puts in it. T'ren, as he enters the cavern, makes his way toward the food tables, where he fills a mug with hot spiced cider, before turning to look around the cavern, and find a seat near its center. C'valor of bronze...

 Logfile from Taini.   Backwhen. T'ren meets the new gold. Firannoth, appearing suddenly in the air above the clearing, backwings as he lands, then furls his wings as he settles to allow his lifemate to dismount T'ren swings down from his lifemate Firannoth's neck. Taini is finishing cutting up meat for her dragonet. She's slowly feeding them to the small fire-dappled queen, and laughing about...

...Fort Crossroads and the trading routes. It is a winter afternoon. The vault of sky is still, empty, freezing cold. You see Variteth, Vesta, Glissiereth, Firannoth, Ihyvath, and Klimth here. Waebren, T'ren, and I'rao are here. Obvious exits: Fort Hold Courtyard Healer Courtyard (to Harper) Fort Road Waebren starts. Um... Was that a dragon neck that just arched around him? Waebren can't see,...

L'ton and Ikaroth once again defy Vyune's expectations. Taini helps to clarify somewhat. Zhazyth, Firannoth, and T'ren spectate.   Northern Curve of the Bowl The dark granite cliff face rises high and stark overhead, a neck-aching view all the way up to the ice-laden peaks of Tooth Crag and its companions.  Twin ramps incised in the stone provide ground access to a stair-linked network of well...

... Pale eyes of father take in those already here, express a cheer grin at them, before he re-addresses his attention to the sands. "Which egg do you think Daddy's dragon is growing in, Anzan?" T'ren makes his way into the galleries, from the ledges where his lifemate has perched. He pauses, then frowns as he becomes aware of the little boy being carried by someone he's not yet met. He ahems...

We got eggs! (  'Maybe there's hope we can get Sidijith to adopt them?'  )

...they are useful. That's fairly sensible. Do you have any of those ridiculous rules I heard about at Ista?" Irwin looks faintly amused for a moment, blissfully unaware of his double-standard. With Apprentices, it makes sense, but in a Weyr it's foolish. Of course. Abigail's declaration of loyalty polishes his smile to mirror finish. He sends her a look of pure adoration. In the galleries, Davram...

T'ren and N'tan take their dragons for a bath and run into Imogen, Izara, and Iona, and two of them end up having to change knots.   http://community.livejournal.com/the_ipod/21362.html?#cutid1  

...and her sister and flops in the warm sand. "/Gennie/!" she gasps, mock-scandalised. "How /could/ you! Who /is/ he? Did you /kiss/ him yet? What happened to /L'ton/?" All questions. In the lake, T'ren, as he slides downward off his dragon, finds himself wading through hip-deep water, if not deeper, and reaches for the straps on his dragon, pulling himself to the bronze, where he digs out a brush...