Save A Runner, Ride A Regret [FLIGHT]

[Calingaladha]

Vranath had been especially on edge for weeks now, and Garma was particularly sick of it. No amount of drawing could drown out the constant mental complaints of the green, and she seemed even more prone to screeching audibly than usual. Vranath usually at least paid more attention to the anguish of her rider, but something deeper than usual drama was driving her.

It was the dead of night that would finally end the pain, as Vranath roused from a restless sleep. The night was bright and muggy, and it was too warm to slumber anyway. But what was that terrible itch deep inside? Glowing very slightly in the moon outside of her ledge, she stepped to the verge and bugled.

Garma's eyes flew open in her bed and she willed herself to not respond emotionally. She loved her dragon, She loved her dragon. She repeated it to herself in her head as she stared at the stone wall of their weyr.

"Can you please get this over with so I can sleep?" The inquiry didn't evoke a response from the green, who took to the midnight skies with a shrill cry. She drank deeply of the blood of two wherries, making quick work of the kills, but nothing could sate her.

Vranath launched herself, crowing, into the air above the pens and towards the jungle. Something is wrong! Something ails me terribly! Come and render your aid, or I fear I may perish! Lovely as my bones may be, they should not be defiled by this jungle!
And she angled up towards the moons, perhaps seeking her relief outside of the planet itself, as she awaited her knights in shining hide.

[Fel]

It was the middle of the night.

It was the middle of the night.

Kats groaned as the green's cries rang through the Weyr. He recognized that over-the-top sense of despair and melodrama. Who wouldn't after her rather notable early Flight and its subsequent eggs? And the fact that she was once again acting like the world was ending.

Perhaps it is real this time. Perhaps we should help her.

I very much doubt it. But if you want to fly off on a wild goose chase, go right on ahead, Kats replied, yawning as he rolled back over in his blankets.

Espinneth needed no further prompting. He took off into the air with a roar, rising into the night. If you need any assistance, I shall lend it to you! he cried as he took off after the much smaller green. And if she didn't need assistance... well, her enthusiasm was kind of cute.

[Windra]

K'ioyo groaned, thrusting her hands over her ears as Wobbuffeth's incoherent babble grew loud and then ... dissipated. Getting further away, right along with his galloping footsteps. There were wingbeats, however brief. The blue would jump, gain a little air, then fall back down. It took several tries for him to lift off and even then, he stayed close to the soil - not daring to go much higher, though instinct demanded it of him.

Wobbuffeth could barely fly, so what was that idiot doing?

Come down and be safe by the ground, Wobba! I can help calm your troubles!

Get your stupid head back here before you break your freaking wing open, moron!

NAH I'm gonna fly the lady WOB!

K'ioyo knew trying to explain what was wrong with that sentence - what the actual problem was - ... it was a moot point.

[Arcane]

K'zon rubbed his eyes at the sound of screaming, looking over the jungle. It looked like...a green? Flying away from something? Or someone?

D'you think it's monsters again, Rurosuth? K'zon asked, We could go help fight them.

It had been a long time since K'zon had fought anything that wasn't thread, but he'd been a pretty fearsome hunter, if he did say so himself, back in his caravan days.

We should bring Jamil too. It'll be just like old times, K'zon said, with a grin, as he went digging through his trunk. He had to still have his old bow somewhere around here...

No. You should stay back. It feels like a mating flight, Rurosuth said, firmly. He was an old enough brown that the want pulsing through his bones was a familiar enough companion, That's Vranath, isn't it?

Some dragons said she screamed because she was dramatic. Rurosuth suspected it was just because she was young. Those sorts of feelings could be overwhelming, for a dragon not used to feeling them.

But it made it confusing, for anyone trying to court her, when she didn't know her up for her down, Vranath's rising. Everyone should come chase. Respectfully, like the gentledragons we are. He announced more clearly for her, before he launched herself in the air after her.

She was pretty. He was interested.

He wasn't so interested he wanted to be chosen by near-default because no one could tell she was flying.

He pumped his wing of pursuit of her, You're not sick. You've done this before, remember? It's a flight. You pick your favorite fellow. Have some fun. And then feel right as rain after. Don't know what'd happen if you didn't pick, but I doubt you'd die. Even humans don't die of lust.

And all dragons knew too well their humans were delicate creatures who could die of anything- a lingering cough, a cut gone bad, too hard a hit to the head...It was why he worked so hard to keep his human out of trouble.

[nineofswords]

Blue Firarith

D'ax startled awake at a dragon's frightened call that something was wrong. Then she threw herself back down on the bed with a huff. "Oh Faranth, it's that loud green again," she said. Seriously? Of all the times, now was when a green decided to rise? D'ax was all for a good time, but not when she had a shift in the morning, and not when she'd had a late night already having some fun. "Firarith, can you go make her go shut up?"

There is no call for that, D'ax, Firarith responded. Whether her peril is real or imagined, her fear is no doubt the same. But I will do what I can to help calm her. He took off from their Weyr, following the green's example and blooding before following her into the sky. Her other suitors all seemed eager to help calm her down as well, which was good. No one was antagonizing her or feeding into her fears.

Beautiful Vranath, all is well, he called to her, earnest and kind. Rurosuth is correct that this is normal, nothing to fear. Any one of us would be happy to assist you, should danger arrive, though. Simply fly until you feel that you cannot, and then look back and choose who you like best. It'll all work out just fine.

[Calingaladha]

Vranath didn't seem to heed the calming words of any of her suitors, bugling shrilly as she continued to rise, wisps of cloud swirling around her wings.

How very kind of you all to reassure me, but it's certainly impending death and doom. I just know it. At least I won't perish alone.

She lamented the impending dragon apocalypse as she took in a deep lungful of air. For some reason, those clueless followers did smell nice tonight. After screeching a little more about death and terror, she turned to look at who was flying.

Wobuffeth was regarded sadly as he remained on the ground, though she crooned her song still to him as well. She looked then to Espinneth and his offer of assistance. It was very nice of him.

She flew a little higher still.

Rorosuth didn't seem to understand the true peril she was in, and she wailed aloud at his folly, though she did not decide against him yet. Firarith seemed to agree with him. What were these males thinking? Clearly the world was due to end any minute.

It has been very nice to spend my last moments with you all. I'm sure you would all be fondly remembered, if there was memory after death.

But perhaps she could satisfy some part of herself, even though she was certain to meet her end tonight. Crooning, she suddenly folded her wings and dove, backwinging just in time to soften her approach to Wobbufeth.

I cannot escape the terrors that await me, but perhaps I will find solace with you until they come.