Round Two [Flight]

[Windra]

Naath had an incurable itch. Naira kind of figured she wasn't going to win that previous flight - the dragon never struck her as a creature who would chase at all, let alone after another female. She also lacked experience. Yet ... well, Naath's glow began to shine through in the heat of that aerial escapade and within a few short hours, she was a raging star in the midst of night.

Naira steeped in the warm bath. The ceaseless flow of water carried the green stain of dye over the edge to be replenished anew. It wouldn't clean all of the color from her skin. Naira was going to be walking around like a shadow of her bonded. But at least the excess was gone.

A flash buzzed past the outcropping. Naira blinked after it, craning her head to see what shooting star just blew off into the distance. Radar ruffled up behind her and Beakman stood at attention, chirping excitedly.

" ... Naath?" Touching her mind was akin to skinny-dipping in acid. She blanched at the contact. "Yep. Okay. Get it, girl." All while dragging her naked, dripping self to the door to lock it. There were stories of flightlust and while it wasn't so commonplace nowadays, she had no inclination of running that risk. She plodded quickly back to the back and submerging, sighing, in the warm water with eyes on the sky to watch the show.

Naath's stomach was still full from earlier. She downed a herdbeast anyway - one, only. Naath was small. And young. And she knew truthfully that this flight was not meant to be long - especially having expended so much energy earlier. A gentle tuck from her rider reminded her to exhume blood only although her claws were not gentle upon the creature's flesh as it was rended apart.

A rolling growl gripped her throat. Naath's brilliant red orbs whirled. Semaca! Into the night! Chase me - catch me - if you can see me!

She tore into the air and made a beeline for the jungle trees, carrying herself low. Low enough to just linger out of the reach of leaves and spooked avians. Her smooth, dark color blended with her surroundings. This flight was quickly going to turn into a game of hide and seek.

[EW-NA]

Edel'reiss of Brown Erenosath
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Having gotten to stretch his wings, physically and metaphorically, in a prior flight, Erenosath was feeling more confidant on the matter. He hadn't won, but he was humble enough to know that was simply a fact of it. He probably wouldn't win a majority of the flights he partook in, but the only way he could hope to be chosen, when the urges pushed him, was to simply attempt. Afterall, being able to attend drills and chase after other dragons made him feel... complete. Like he was doing what a dragon was meant to be doing, compared to being told he was old enough upon graduation.

So much so, he didn't even feel the need to ask his rider on the matter. Well, he would still be polite.

Naath has taken to the air for a flight. I wish to join her. The Brown didn't bother to turn towards Edel'reiss, his gaze locked to the outside world. His large wings spread out as a compulsory pounding surged in his veins.

“Seems pretty late for a flight,” Eda mentioned off-handedly. Because of her own eyesight, she generally had to be a bit more cautious of when it grew dark. She supposed Erenosath didn't have to worry on that. His eyes were the best out of their little group. “Just be careful – and go get her!”

With his rider's 'blessing', off he took towards the thick lay of the jungle tops. How different they looked without the sun to light them. Like an endless ocean of black, waves swaying with the cool night breeze.

I have come to you, Naath! I shall follow wherever you wish to fly this evening!

[Arcane]

Ilouth did not claim any particular keenness of night vision. He was just a blue- who saw about as well in the dark as any other blue. But Naath was his classmate. He knew what she looked like perfectly well from N'aya's memories of their shared weyrlinghood. And his eyes weren't so weak he couldn't see her wings flapping against the glow of the moons and the shine of the stars.

He did not ask his rider for permission. She did not look up to acknowledge him, as he pushed himself off his ledge and dove for a herdbeast. Naath had blooded only one, so Ilouth did the same. This was his first flight, but to follow the green's lead seemed the best policy.

He was close enough now that he could see the glow of her eyes, all the brighter in the night, even if he could not make out the details of her pattern.

I am at your service, Naath, Ilouth rumbled in greeting. He was new to this and unsure how best to flirt. Perhaps another blue might have learned from his rider, but that was not Ilouth's lot, so he would simply have to do his best, Even in the dark, I can see your eyes- bright as the hearthfire embers, a light to guide us home.

That seemed good, he thought? Maybe overly fanciful? Suitors in harpers songs were always fanciful, but everything was overdone in harpers songs. He would have to investigate further how best to romance, if he wished to chase again. There was no point in doing anything if one did not do it well.
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Back at the weyr proper, N'aya sought out someone pretty to pass the flight with. Weyrlinghood had been long and celibate. She might be a bluerider- denied all that should properly have been hers- but that didn't mean she wasn't going to indulge when the occasion called for it.

[nineofswords]

Blue Firarith

A green was rising for the first time. Many of her suitors were as young as she was, inexperienced. Firarith was never one to turn down a chance to chase a green, and he thought perhaps his experience in this matter would be helpful, if only to temper any hot heads that decided to join in.

D'ax didn't need a warning, already looking for a partner at a green's call, but Firarith gave her one anyway. It was the polite thing to do. Then he took off, not bothering to blood. He was older, and trusted his endurance against that of the young green's without the help of a herdbeast in his stomach.

Good evening to you all, he called, falling into the pack. And to you in particular, Naath. You are as lovely tonight as you are mysterious. A dragon who called for her suitors to try to find her as she blended in among the trees was certainly a strange one, but that was hardly a bad thing. And Firarith couldn't ever bring himself to find fault with any green.

[Windra]

Only three. Pitiful, but this late in the evening ... Naath supposed she could not fault the dragons of Semaca for failing to respond to her call en masse due to the darkness enveloping jungle groves. They were not whers and therefore lacked the vision required to see well when night occluded what lay ahead. Even Naath, small and nimble though she was, made some very narrow misses with branches that jutted just a foot higher than she'd thought. And yes, some bird did collide with her chest (and she did, in fact, feel a pang of guilt).

Of the three, two were recognized. Clutchmates. The third was older. But who would end this flight with her? They were worthy, daring to follow her into the endless sea of dark. Naath valued precision and willingness to pour their all into their work.

The green angled her body upwards, gradually ascending into a crescendo that would bring the end of her flight to new heights. As a dragon who had chewed firestone, Naath would not clutch. The length of her flight matter not. Her wings ached from the exertion placed upon them earlier in the evening. Her wings fanned out, neatly backlit by the yawning moon.

Ilouth, she beckoned - commanded - as red eyes found their focus. The night is ours'.

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"At the going rate," bemoaned Naira, "maybe we should just become night owls."