onoessss! -- The Rider Weyrs

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Date Posted: 17:00:20 09/08/05 Thu
Author: D'ctor - Whoth
Subject: onoessss!

D'ctor rushes into the weyrs, a flush in his face and breath coming deep. This is most unusual for him. But what's even more bizarre is the fact that his immaculate black coat and cape are both RUFFLED!

/Whoth,/ intones the rider. /alert Chuth, Fordth, and Augusath that we are going to be leaving as soon as humanly (and dragonly) possible./

Whoth rumbles wordlessly, assent flooding into the older man's mind. He leans his head back, tuning into the worldwide whispering of dragons, finding the other two bronzes and green. Whoth ponders in his usual lazy fashion if the young female will be able to keep up with the larger males. Once he finds them, he relays the message. /D'ctor says to be ready at any moment. We're going to leave as soon as we get things straight, probably in a few days./ The dragon's mental voice seems highly amused.

D'ctor, on the other hand, is bustling madly around his room. From somewhere he has procured a braced knapsack and a sleeping bundle, as well as a stack of hides and some ink (or a scalpel, depending on what's used to mark the hides.. I don't really know). Whoth's great, liverbronze wings flare and his lanky body alights from the heights to reach the personal weyr he shares with his rider. Eyes glitter with amusement, a faintly indigo-tinged bluegreen. He can do little to help, so he doesn't get settled in. Again, he broadcasts to Augusath, Chuth, and Fordth. /Make sure YOU are ready, as well. Have your riders oil your hides, and gorge and sleep now so we will be content in a few days. The same goes for any firelizards your riders are bringing./ He takes a moment to tell D'ctor he's hunting - doesn't get much of a reply, though. The dragon's huge wings sail through the air as he downsweeps, circling lazily over the green hues of the Bowl.

D'ctor continues his frenzy of gathering items, making a list on a scrap of hide of the things he still needs.

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>Just dropping by< -- D'minic & Ulyssanth, Homer, Raz, Vala, 12:47:38 09/26/05 Mon
- Um.. yup. -- D'ctor - Whoth ( Adric ), 20:33:39 10/12/05 Wed
  - >~< -- D'minic, Raz, 11:18:34 10/13/05 Thu
    - Hmmn. -- D'ctor - Whoth, 13:17:14 10/13/05 Thu
      - >~< -- D'minic, Ulyssanth, Homer, Raz, Vala, 12:05:26 10/14/05 Fri