Aviciath Rises!

[M'kel]

Tirenth had become engrossed once again in admiring the queen's lithe form as she twined through the sky. Powerful wings scooped the air to propel her forward in graceful twists of her sleek body. The bronze was pleased with the following distance he was maintaining, and he felt confident in his position with a more analytical view of her potential movements.

Fooled once again by his inexperience in Flights, Aviciath's unexpected dive caused Tirenth nearly to stumble in the air, as it were. Immediately, though, surprise was replaced with admiration and overwhelming desire, and the bronze tucked his wings to his sides to follow suit. As he dove down through the air after her, he bugled in response to her tempting cries, whirling eyes locked upon the golden arrow loosed from its bow.

The freedom of the flight and its prize at the end were intoxicating. The bronze began to spiral as he rushed downwards, whirling eyes never breaking from the queen. His slowness to dive ended up favouring his chances, for he was able to sweep out his wings in synchrony with hers, allowing himself to gain height faster than if he'd plummeted farther down.

But Aviciath was no fool. She had not placed herself below the males to grant them an easy catch. The queen had found a thermal and was soaring up nearly as fast as she'd raced down. Tirenth was forced to pump his wing muscles in an achingly rapid rhythm in order to make up distance, if not height. Aviciath was soaring out to sea, and Seath and Klazariath were quick to follow.

M'kel growled deep in his throat in response to Tirenth's competitive grudge. The other bronzes were no match for him. They were not worthy of Aviciath. Only he would entwine his neck with hers at the end of this Flight. She could choose no other.

Tirenth was beginning to feel the strain in wings unused to such lengthy, trying exertion, but he would not stop flying until he caught his queen or fell from the sky. The ruby of the sky must be his. Her sparkling hide outshone the ocean, its brilliance nearly blinding when set against Rukbat's glare. The distance between them was no longer so great, and he only hoped he would be able to maintain his position over the uncertain air currents of the sea.

[biraun]

Klazariath definitely had an advantage over Tirenth in particular since he had been in several flights before. However, both Tirenth and Seath were proving to be worthy candidates against him in Aviciath's flight. He was positive, however, that his seniority would play a large part in this and he was used to how tricky queens could be.

When Aviciath dived Klazariath tucked in his wings and dove with her but as she rocketed closer and closer to the earth he started to slowly expand his wings, letting them catch more and more air under him. With such a tactic he was guaranteeing that when she pulled herself out of the deadly dive he would be able to respond at the same time without straining his wing muscles quite so much.

As he predicted, the queen came so close to the earth before thrusting her wings out with such force that she was thrust back up towards the sun with dizzying speeds of which Klazariath tried to sustain himself but not without a ton of effort. She was a gorgeous dragon of which he craved more, he was sure, than the juvenile Tirenth, and the dull-hide Seath. Klazariath, glowing with appreciation for Aviciath that she ought to notice, and showing off his hide that was glimmering so magnificently in the daylight that he was sure to catch her eye, chased relentlessly after the queen, making his muscles extend more than they were used to in his attempt to catch her.

[Shikai]

((I'm finishing this for Shame/M'kel. Shame can edit to make it better later if she wants, because I'm in a BIG hurry. Plus, it's awkward playing other people's charries, so I don't want to go too overboard with it. Sorry! ^^'))

Aviciath bugled, challenging the tiring bronzes to keep up. She glanced behind her, smugly noticing the strain the flight was causing on those behind her. Yet seeing their tiredness caused her to notice that she, too, was growing slightly weary. As amusing as the game was, she needed to choose a victor.

She drifted coyly near Tirenth, offering herself to him.

[M'kel]

The golden beauty was swaying before him, buffeted slightly by the ocean breeze, and Tirenth longed to catch her. He knew she would not be caught until she was over land again, for they would need to be able to land, after all, and the wait was terrible. His wings were straining to continue their mechanical flapping motion, and the unruly air currents over the sea demanded even more, as constant corrections in flight needed to be made. The growing shoreline in the distance was as much his goal as golden Aviciath, for she would likely not maintain the Flight much longer, after she had passed over land.

Despite the raging desire flooding his veins and the aching throb of every pump of his wings, land was soon below him once more. Tirenth's eyes whirled in excitement, for the end was soon to come. His two rivals had maintained their pace with him, and Aviciath could choose any of them. However, she already had her mate in mind.

A bugle of triumph split the rushing air. Aviciath had slackened her pace, drifting back in front of Tirenth in a clear indication of her decision. The young bronze eagerly reached forward, as did his rider, and Tirenth entwined his neck with his queen's, as M'kel took Sitareh in his arms. No thought of power drifted through dragon or rider's mind, for the winning of the Flight represented much more than that. Aviciath-Sitareh was his.

[Journye]

Seath bugled loudly in his defeat, disappearing between to take himself away from the queen and her chosen mate. He reappeared over a favored cove and landed on the shore to sulk.

Back in Sitareh's weyr L'kas comes back to himself and makes his way out of the weyr. He was a touch jealous, but finally the in fighting of the bronze riders would be over and they could all get back to a semblance of a normal life. He would still be proud to do whatever his Weyrwoman asked of him. He wished M'kel luck with the fiery woman.