A Strong Flight! [FLIGHT]

[MothyCake]

"Are you sure you need to do this?" Akai did really not like the idea of his dragon flying off at evening, especially as he did not want her to potentially get in any danger. However, the green simply shrugged him off, flicking her wings out before moving to take flight.

"Yes, Akai. Nothing can stop nature. Besides, your pridefulness is giving me a headache. The color of my hide does not denounce what my skills are." She remarked almost coldly, despite her normal affections to her rider, before taking off to the sky.

"Those of Semaca Weyr, I request that you chase me. Let us fly deep into the night."

[Agenothree]

Kidagakath was expecting a quiet evening, but Norrith's voice calling for chasers said otherwise. Watching her fly forth, Kidagakath considered her request. While she found her a striking green, her wings nothing but an accent to her dusky green hues, it was her way of speaking, her simple and direct request, that swayed her to answer. I would advise you lock your door, Thatch. Thatch looked up in alarm from his reading, but said nothing, letting her finish. Norrith has need of chasers, her call one I would answer. Realizing what she meant, Thatch nodded and put down his work. "Good luck," he managed, before vanishing further into his weyr.

Kidagakath soared in pursuit of Norrith, rapidly approaching as she pushed herself to fly higher, faster, stronger. I hear and heed your request, Norrith, she stated in greeting, leveling at a respectful distance behind her. May my performance prove my merit.

[Windra]

Naira was in the midst of a balancing act. Between dyeing the riding leathers that particular shade of green that mirrored the hue of her own bonded and paying particular attention to the small mother-of-pearl colored egg that her mother gifted on the day of her graduation from the Aspiration class, the newly adulted rider paid little mind to Naath sunning on the weyr's overlook. That green was radiant, as always. But her skin was starting to take a shine and Naira knew that her own time was drawing near.

Naath was not particular of any dragon. She cared not for their sex nor their color and regarded all with equal bitterness. Yet her long nose turned in quizzical curiosity at the rising bronze ascending into the atmosphere, glowing so brilliant.

Hmm.

"Somebody rising?' Naira asked without much of a thought, briefly flashing her eyes over a raised shoulder. Naath's glow seemed to flicker with her attention. "Unless you see a tantalizing flock of wherries up there."

A female. Who appears to value the company of other females. Whirling red eyes narrowed. Entirely unusual, although I suspect not that remarkable considering the oddness of our own home Weyr.

Naath's muscles were all tight. She seemed ready to spring. It was enough to pull Naira from her endeavors, hands green up to her wrists. "Do you feel like ... chasing?" No response, just ... observation. But Naira could feel the strain mirrored in her own body. She was not one to succumb to those sensations of lust and need and nor, really, was Naath. But the green was already so close to rising ... "It might take the edge off, you know," the girl told her bonded. "Before we really dip our toes into Mizurka duties."

Naath did not need her mind clouded by trivial biological seconds ticking down the clock. This might serve to alleviate her own desires as well as another. Two birds, one stone.

"Get a move on, will you?"

She was quiet as a ghost and with all the dark greens to blend her with her surroundings. Naath glided effortlessly to the hunting grounds, bleeding a kill and calling her own challenge to the female who claimed the skies. She took several running hops before her wings allowed her to claw at the clouds, aiming to match and surpass.

You are an unusual hue, although it is striking and unique, Naath called, spiraling up and beyond. I, Naath, will rise to follow your command.

[FirebrandPhlox]

A call for chasers came, from a green that was darting into the night sky. Gurrenth lifted her head from her ledge and tracked the dragon as she took flight. K'mina, I might um, go and chase, she called to her bonded. He sprung up from his bed and rushed out to the ledge, half dressed. Following the gaze of the garnet, he spotted the dark dragon against the night sky.

"Go get him!" K'mina hollered with an immense amount of enthusiasm. "Show him what you're made of!"

Um, she's a girl.

"Even better! You like the ladies. What are you waiting for? Go chase!"

As Gurrenth took off from her perch, K'mina went back to the weyr, humming happily to himself. She rose into the sky, leaving a respectable distance between herself and the smaller, faster green. Her hide glinted in the moonlight, the patterns of stars on her reflecting the light of the real stars above.You lead and I will follow, Gurrenth called to Norrith. I, Gurrenth, will follow, as high and as far as I need to!

[emil]

R'tax was crossing the fields on his way to meet Valorath for their next assignment. He paused for a moment to take a deep breath of crisp Southern air, fully enjoying the reprieve from summer's fury. A very-dark-Green streaked through the sky overhead like an arrow. R'tax whistled in admiration of her intense speed.

He felt a funny twinge as he watched her disappear into the thick hibernal clouds. He'd hoped -- to ride a creature so svelte and savvy and flashy as a Green, when he was only a Candidate. Now seasons wiser, he considered -- with a wry smile and a toss of his head -- that perhaps his former ideas about what sort of rider he'd be were driven largely by hubris.

The newly-christened bronzerider lifted one foot, then lost balance and fell backward -- sending the tall, yellow, fuzzy heads of seeding winter weeds flying all around. He felt boneless, without muscle tone, yet there was no fear at all. How nostalgic, he decided. Compulsively he felt it necessary to gripe. Something like this happening twice was probably a bad thing, right? Perhaps they should visit the infirmary first. Valorath, he complained. Hey, Valorath --

He was, without warning, engulfed by her fiery being -- with a ferocity that mirrored Impression. Valorath -- was going to chase that Green, and there was no time to waste, it seemed! Come with me, she demanded. He was drawn into her frenzied emotional state, presented with her frantic biological question. It would be cruel, impossible, to resist, he knew. The time for Valorath's first flight was upon them. Just as all dragons that came before and would yet come after. Yes, he agreed. Fly, Valorath!

The rider allowed his body to sink into the thick grass, trusting the dragon. R'tax was conscious of nothing but Valorath. For he was suddenly Valorath... .

...

The ruddy bronze hastily stirred from her stony perch, one swirling-red eye popping blearily open after another. She hissed, tasting the blood-tinged air. A siren's voice shattered the Weyr's calm mien, singing a song of her beauty. Valorath understood instinctually, sliding down the cliff face like a disturbingly huge feline as she slithered toward the wherry pens.

Hunger and adrenaline threatened to overtake as the half-asleep bronze stumbled and salivated, striking the nearest herdbeast with cruel fangs. She wished to consume them, as many as she could! R'tax struggled to remain remotely lucid. Like runner's reins against stinging palms, moments before disaster -- hold on love, he warned desperately. She felt an uncharacteristic red-hot rage, most unbecoming of the stoic bronze. Yet she followed his command, for Valorath's primary instinct was to love R'tax. She blooded twice, then dug her paws into the soft earth and launched her burning body in pursuit of sweet, cold clouds. Together, they flew.

Valorath became formless, nameless, breathless. She charged higher and higher into the air, burning ichor racing through her veins. She pranced into the clouded skies over the untracked jungle, feeling the inexorable pull of a rising Green. When Valorath finally spotted her, she screamed with joy.

Norrith! Please, allow me to pursue you... !

If the wonderfully speedy Green rejected her, so be it. Valorath had one goal -- strengthen the Weyr. So she'd try her best. Rise high in glory, bronze and... .

The blazing disc of the twilight sun boiled her blood, filling her with energy. The dregs of sunset framed the bronze's first act. She twisted artfully, banking and spinning with all the careful, limited grace her enormous form could muster. Valorath was not the fastest, but felt herself the strongest. She flowed with land and sea, with the chasing pack as it spiraled ever upward in pursuit of night. She endured the thin air above the sharp mountain peaks. They entered the rim of the world, where top wings burnt Thread and rising dragons fled. Valorath drank fitfully in stolen glimpses of Norrith's hazy, glowing allure beneath the swirling tide of myriad flockmates. She picked carefully through the clouds, curiously watching her competitors. Dancing alongside her clutch-sister, Naath. Valorath frolicked. The peak of happiness and vitality, misty-spotted hide shimmering metallic and sparkling like fine chainmail beneath the rainbow halo of the unfettered, exposed moons. Her wings ached with desire as her chest tensed with competitive delight. That the cup would be offered her... that this thirst might be slaked... !

[nineofswords]

Green Eraelth

A green rose and called for chasers. Well, there was none more suited to chase after a green than another green, as far as Eraelth was concerned. Especially such a lovely one as Norrith. I will be joining in the chase, she called to her rider, a courtesy she always tried to show him at the beginning of flights. He smiled up at her. "Yeah, yeah, go have your fun," he called and she was off, a dark green streak in the air.

Eraelth twisted and turned in the air, showing off her acrobatic prowess. I am Eraelth, and I will chase. Greens had to stick together, after all, had to show the bigger, slower colors what real aerial talent looked like. Show me what you've got, and I'll do the same, Norrith.

[Arcane]

Magmeth enjoyed chasing- all colors, really- garnet, green or gold (which suited her rider and her weyrmate just fine, and had for many turns now). Her only criteria for a mate was that she was a lady- who wanted another lady to twine her tail with. Someone who understood a flight was a dance, not a mere exertion of wings and hormones.

Norrith spoke well, issuing a proper invitation, that was welcoming without being crude or presumptuous.

Yes.

This was how a flight ought to begin.

Magmeth launched herself off her ledge, Green Norrith, I accept your invitation. And invite you in turn to dance with me through the night, should I meet your fancy.

She flew an elaborate swirl, showing off her practiced grace. She wasn't the smallest of dragons and the trick looked a bit awkward when executed by a brown her size- but the classics were the classics were a reason and Norrith deserved to be wooed properly.

[MothyCake]

Honestly, all of these ladies were beautiful, but one stood out in the green's eye. Even though she was not the traditional colors for a female dragon, they had certainly won their place by their side.

Soon, Norrith let out in a loud voice, "All of you are beautiful in your own ways and I would happy to fly with all of you. However, for now, my choice is."

"Valorath. Please join me as we continue to fly."