Devils Roll The Dice, Angels Roll Their Eyes [Green Flight!]

[Dragon_Dreamer_2018]

It’s time.

Startled out of her writing by the sudden interruption, Viela glanced up from the charcoal-stained pages at her large green.

Time for wha—OH!

Yes.

The glow of her dragon’s hide was quite a unmistakable indicator. Viela felt her face flush as she involuntarily glanced over at the (thankfully, mostly closed) door of their weyr, as Oveceth rose and padded out to the ledge. Giving a loud bugle that reverberated through the Weyr, the green gracefully took off into the bright midday skies.

I rise! All are welcome.

[Tyto]

For the second time, Legnath would take to the sky after a dragon. It wasn't like him, not particularly, but he hadn't been much for the dragons of his previous Weyr. These ones were far more interesting, to say the very least, though the interest he felt was more business than anything.

Even so, he spread his long wings and launched into the air, soaring after Oveceth into the bright sky. Midday seemed a fine time for a flight, though the sun could just as much become an enemy as a friend when it came to sight. It will be my pleasure to join you, Oveceth, he told her as he winged his way up behind her.

[Sari]

While Kairaelth rarely chased, there was something about the mysterious Oveceth that he found alluring. Her hide was not shiny and golden--there was nothing to gain from it--and yet, he roused himself regardless. Slowly, the massive bronze took to the skies, not speaking to his rider. A'riga didn't pay him much mind, beyond giving the bronze a grunt as he left.

Kairaelth had little to say to Oveceth, despite his interest in her. He flew steady--slow, but still steady. He glanced over to the blue for a moment, but held his judgment to himself, before turning his gaze back to Oveceth, shifting all concern away from his competition.

I will chase, Oveceth. Simple words from a simple dragon.

[Arcane]

Being a Flightleader's dragon was not as much fun as Zappath had anticipated. Jae sat in meetings and filled out forms and talked about boring thread formations. And while the Council did have its share of pretty ladies, none of them were all that interested in flirting with him and Jae insisted Council Meetings were Serious Business.

Flights on the other hand? Flights were fun. Zappath loved the ladies and the ladies loved Zappath. Green, garnet or gold, it mattered little to him. Beautiful lady dragons deserved to be courted and chased.

And Oveceth was certainly a beauty. She wasn't the flashiest of greens, but glowing in the sunlight like this? It was impossible not to admire her.

I will follow you to the ends of Pern, my fair Oveceth.

Too much. She's not an idiot and you barely know her.

Zappath ignored his rider's voice in his head. She just didn't understand the power of romance- which is why he sometimes had to flirt with Kemma for her. This would work.

[Dragon_Dreamer_2018]

Oveceth was pleased to see the three chasers respond so promptly to her summons. As she let loose another loud bugle, the large green seemed to smile; inviting her chasers onwards as she flew. Then suddenly, abruptly, she dove downwards toward the lake from far above the drumheights.

The blue sunlit waters glittered brightly; and Oveceth even dipped a forepaw in - causing a small trailing spray of water - before she tucked it back in and turned left, steadily rising once more toward the hidden stars in the cloudless sky.

Follow, then. We fly high and far!

[Sari]

Kairaelth was large--he was neither fast nor maneuverable. He had endurance, he had strength, but he most certainly did not have agility or speed. Ah, was this why he chased greens so rarely? Speedy little thing, wasn't she? Still, he dutifully followed her dive, doing his best to keep up with the quicker dragons. How did dragons that tired so easily manage to move so quickly?

He was grateful that the climb back up was steady. This was something he could follow with more easily. She was certainly testing her suitors, wasn't she? A noble green, he supposed. Kairaelth had little to say, so he said nothing at all.

He simply chased as well as he could.

[Arcane]

Such beauty, such grace, such remarkable form in flight. You are as talented as you are beautiful, Zappath said. Because beautiful ladies didn't deserve to just have everyone blinded by their beauty. They had talents too that should be appreciated.

And were also really pretty.

And apparently fond of the water.

We could swim and bathe after your flight, lovely Oveceth, Zappath coaxed, because shared interests were a healthy foundation for any romance, A moment in your company could never be wasted, in the sky, the lake or the ocean itself if you're so inclined.

[Tyto]

Legnath was not exactly good with words. He was more callous than that, but he could put on a pretty face for the sake of some entertainment. He didn't expect to be chosen over the wordier Zappath or traditionally more desirable brown, but he would show his worth still.

Long wings stretched to their max, easily allowing him to glide along with Oveceth without exerting much in the way of effort. When she dipped into a dive, he followed, rumbling softly--amused at the spray of water as it trailed behind her and dappled along his hide. Then up, up they all went, strong wings battering the winds away and lifting him up. It was her choice, but he was far from the weakest competition in flight.