Despite my despair I fly on [Flight]

[Mal]

Madoka of Garnet Homurath
Afternoon, snow flurries

Homurath was restless, lashing her tail and snapping at imagined things. She grunted and suddenly stood up to watch out her weyr. The snow wouldn't fall for much longer and it would warm again,but she liked the bleakness of Winter.

I'm going to fly. Don't worry. she told Madoka shortly, before taking off from her ledge directly into the skies.

Dragons of High Reaches. I rise today. Chase if you dare. she called out, roaring her challenge.

[Dragon_Dreamer_2018]

Bet’ti of Blue Trichath

Aha.

Well, hello there. I’d very much like to dare, m’lady.

Trichath confidently rose to his feet, his full, perfect, wingspan already spreading out to catch the afternoon breezes. Be back soon, dear Bet’ti. A beautiful garnet rises!

His large blue form smoothly shot off into the wintery sky after the glowing garnet; swiftly leaving behind his raven-haired rider, owlishly blinking at the weyrledge entrance where he’d just been only a scant moment before. A fresh cluster of snowflakes flurried across the stark stone, temporarily suspended within the wind gusts kicked up by such a quick passage.

Ohhh, by Faranth’s shardin’ teeth, Trichath, we were JUST about to get ready for our wing’s forsking afternoon drill! Rudee. What the forsk am I supposed to do, sprout my own wings?

AHahaha. Don’t you worry, Bet’ti; I’ll meet ya there. Betcha I’ll be back before you know it!

You better be!

He spiralled upwards in a momentarily close-winged corkscrew, his every motion seemingly effortless, even as he ignored the snow flurries occasionally peppering his multi-hued hide. Even the deepest bite of winter couldn’t possibly compare to the fire in his own belly! Resolutely closing his mind off from the indignantly grumbling Bet’ti, Trichath refocused on the pale-toned garnet whose call had rung out so boldly.


And it seemed to him that he was already the first dragon winging his way through the sky, ready to answer the lovely Homurath’s challenge.


Indeedy. Trichath, here. Challenge accepted! You look gorgeous among all these flurrying snowflakes, by the way. Winter suits you.

[Fel]

O'hara of Bronze Lassith

Lassith looked up as a garnet rose into the lightly falling snow. He could stay where he was comfortable and warm... but he wasn't afraid of such a minor inconvenience of the elements. And Homurath was rather lovely.

He stood, spreading his oddly-shaped wings. He had the stamina for a garnet flight, at least. Maybe. He spared a moment's thought for his rider, who was already looking for a partner for herself apparently; she knew what she wanted to do when her dragon's interest was piqued.

After a few more moments of contemplation, Lassith launched himself into the air, rising with startling speed despite his bulk. He had the size of a bronze but the speed of a blue... and less stamina in the air than either. But until the strength in his wings gave out, he could at least show off some. He shot forward, getting a look at the garnet despite the obscuring snow. Your hindquarters are very well-formed, lending you good power on takeoffs I'd wager. If eggs come of this union, I hope they inherit such strength from you.

The idea of flirting rather escaped Lassith.