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Round one - fight!   6/14/2008 Autumn's onset hasn't diminished the heat, or the dryness, so it's no surprise to find M'an in the coolest corner of the caverns with a tall glass of tea in which a hunk of ice floats. Parts of his posse lounge with him, a loose cadre of older riders whose devotion to the Weyr is just above their devotion to the ex-Weyrleader. Once upon a time these were the kings...

The fiery little brown and his rider have been circling around in the air for quite a while by this point, but whatever inspection of their new surroundings was in progress has now come to a close. Arekoth's descent into the bowl is a slow and cautious one, the three-legged landing executed with a careful precision and quite the snort from the dragon. A moment, and the stocky rider slides down to...

North's first proper take to the air, and a taste of landing afterwards.

It's a very short log, but someone wanted to see it, not naming names *COUGHCOUGHLOKICOUGH* Weyr Stables Spacious and tall with the necessity for keeping high-strung runners calm, this rough-hewn cavern stretches deep into the living rock of the mountain, a far cry from the clean lines of old-time construction.  The smell of fresh-cut wood from the new stalls mingles with earthier aromas of hay...

Weyrling Training Area Devoid of light and sunk deep in shadows, an immense natural arch marks the entrance to the weyrling barracks. The bowl floor has been worn smoothly level from innumerable Turns and dragons' passages. A pile of wherhide strips stands under a rocky outcropping; further down the wall lies the flamer station, all throwers' nozzles clamped tightly shut. Firestone sacks, both...

Weyrling Training Area Devoid of light and sunk deep in shadows, an immense natural arch marks the entrance to the weyrling barracks. The bowl floor has been worn smoothly level from innumerable Turns and dragons' passages. A pile of wherhide strips stands under a rocky outcropping; further down the wall lies the flamer station, all throwers' nozzles clamped tightly shut. Firestone sacks, both...

A vignette with Kia and North. The carpeted floor of furs is the resting spot for both Kia and her lifemate at the present moment. The Brown is laying flat out on his flank, enjoying the oiling recieved with swirling green eyes. On the other hand, the young woman is looking frustrated as a particularly tough spot refuses to be coated in the lubricant. "North?" The reply is a mere rumble. "Your...

From the sands, Renna rubs her left upper arm, watching things on the sand with interest now, more so when the gold sits there watching instead of moving out like the others did. "Come one now, you gotta go looking for the girl you know, silly thing." From the sands, Krisianna steps forward as the Bottle egg jiggles, and she rubs her arm nervously. What's that she's muttering? "Green...be green...