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Post by Journye on Mar 16, 2009 17:43:10 GMT -5
S'lem rolled his shoulders as he straightened up from washing his blue, smiling as he watched Griflith carefully move out of the shallows, taking care not to get too much mud on his legs. S'lem waded out of the water after his blue, shivering a bit in the still cool air. He pulled his shirt back on and looked up at the sky, jumping in surprise as his gold flit appeared from between, chittering angrily.
"What has gotten into you Majesty?" He asked the gold flit, trying to coax her to his shoulder. The gold hissed at him and streaked over the water, bugling a challenge. S'lem shook his head and watched his gold, not understand what had gotten into her. Then he noticed the glow to her hide and the realization hit him, this was Majesty's maiden flight.
He watched as the gold skimmed across the top of the lake, bugling another challenge to any male willing to give chase to her. She hovered over the water for a moment longer before climbing higher into the sky.
S'lem could only watch the gold climb, frowning up at her. He was trying to sort through the emotions the little queen was flinging at him. The feelings weren't as strong as if his blue was projecting them, but they were strong enough to to make him feel uncomfortable.
Majesty screamed her challenge once more as she streaked toward the weyr, flying past the fire heights, ignoring the dragons sunning there.
((OOC: Sorry I didn't get this posted sooner, weekend was hectic and I lost the post I had already had typed up.))
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Post by B'kay on Mar 18, 2009 13:26:07 GMT -5
[OOC: Eek, how'd I manage to wind up with all of these male firelizards? ;D I'll post one at a time so others can jump in, too.]
Ravyna was relaxing for a change. Actually, Ravyna was exhausted. The work after the Fall seemed unending, and with some riders and dragons still out of commission, those who were able-bodied had been pulling double duty. The recent sweep-riding assignments, though she understood they were necessary, had taken their toll. She lounged in her weyr. Igrainth, snoozing lightly on her stone couch, sent feelings of peace and quiet into her rider's mind. The only one fully awake, as usual, was Nuisance. He was being what he was, and had been begging her to be fed. The little bronze was fully grown, and could hunt as well as the next flitter, of course, but he was intelligent enough to take advantage of his human's half-asleep state, and had put away at least three spicy meatrolls from his position on her propped knees.
Suddenly, full-belly eyes, whirling a somnolent green, turned orange in alarm and excitement. The flitter began to dance about, obviously agitated about some major concern. Ravyna knew, of course, that to Nuisance, a major concern could be a shift in the wind or that a harper somewhere in the Weyr hit a sour note, but the bronze would not settle.
It wasn't until two things happened that it occurred to Ravyna that this time "major" really did mean "major". Igrainth awoke to her full consciousness and said, Perhaps I should take you down to the lake. Griflith appears to be somewhat interested....
Then, Nuisance disgorged the contents of his stomach into his human's lap and, with a screech that nearly burst her eardrums, shot like an arrow out of the weyr.
"Aaaahgh!!" Ravyna jumped from her seat, dumping fetid, slime-covered chunks of semi-chewed meatroll and one large half-digested bug onto the floor. She grabbed a towel from the nearby clothes rack and started wiping herself off, only having half registered Igrainth's words. Frustrated emotions churned at her belly: excitement and upset, anger and longing, courage and agitation.
Are you coming?
She peered out toward to the bit of the dragon ledge she could see. The green was already there, head turned back, amused emotions being tossed at her rider.
"Coming where?"
The little gold that looks to Griflith's is in the air.
Her jaw dropped. A firelizard flight? Griflith's ... that was S'lem, and S'lem had a queen. Oh, dear. She scowled, odd stirrings pulling her toward her little bronze, who sent odd and fleeting flashes of the gold dot in the air before him back to her. Ravyna's heart resisted, knowing it was not wholly free of emotional ties. What was the protocol for a flitter flight? No one had ever told her....
It would be rude not to attend. You do have a bronze. I shall leave you by the lakeside and fly to the peaks beyond.
Why do you get to leave the scene?
The little cousin does not belong to me. He is your responsibility. The tone of Igrainth's mental voice sounded far too entertained by her rider's predicament.
Still scrubbing with her towel, Ravyna walked slowly to her green--giving her a scathing look but knowing she was probably right about the protocol of owning a bronze flitter--and climbed aboard. It wasn't that she didn't like S'lem, S'lem was a fine fellow and excellent dragonrider, it was just....
The thought didn't have time to complete, for Igrainth dropped from the ledge and spiraled downward, landing lightly near the blue dragon. She dipped her head in respectful greeting as her rider slid down, zombielike, the towel still scouring at her breeches, and nodded to S'lem. Before she could turn and pat her dragon's shoulder, the green had leapt for the skies and was gone. Blast her.
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In the air, Nuisance did a series of barrel rolls that caused him to upchuck again. The mid-flight emptying of his gullet, however, only slowed him for a moment, and the brilliant gold beacon ahead of him was growing larger with each wingstroke.
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Post by Kitari on Mar 18, 2009 16:16:41 GMT -5
It was with a slice of bread halfway into his mouth that B'rec received his first warning of what was happening. Griffin, his brown flit, had been eagerly watching every one of his rider's bites, chittering excitedly whenever B'rec tore off a piece to feed to the little guy. And then suddenly, the brown's attention was diverted. He tilted his head to the side, as if listening to something, and completely ignored the small piece of meat B'rec had most recently held out to him. Although this was strange, it wasn't enough to distract the bluerider from his own meal, so he promptly completed the manouveur, stuffing the rest of the bread slice fully into his mouth, and just as promply choked, as Griffin let out an ear-piercing, shrieking bugle.
Trying not to spit out the bread while fighting for air at the same time, B'rec garbled, "Vha?!" Griffin ignored this demand for information, instead gathering himself and launching into the air, disappearing between.
Forcing himself to swallow, B'rec stood and began making his way towards the entrance to the Bowl, weaving his way past other diners in the Lower Caverns. What's going on with Griffin? he inquired quickly of Dagonth. Dragons always had a much easier time deciphering chaotic flitter thoughts than B'rec had ever managed!
The little one is trying his luck again. A little gold cousin rises, Dagonth replied, interest colouring his voice. Sure enough, the blue had shifted on his weyr ledge for a better view of the Bowl and the chase begun there.
"Oh...no..." B'rec murmured aloud. Why can't he just chase greens?
Dagonth gave a mental shrug. He is showing respect for the little queen, even if he's not a bronze.
To be honest, B'rec wouldn't have been much taken with Griffin chasing loads of greens either. Although he had been lucky enough to avoid the messiness of Weyr flights for now, he was afraid that luck would soon run out. One of these times, either Dagonth or Griffin would win a Flight, and then he'd be...he'd be...
This was not going to be fun.
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Griffin was blissfully unaware of (or finding it easy enough to ignore) his rider's atmosphere-killing mood. All Griffin was attuned to was the sparkling golden gem flying ahead of him, arching upward into the air. Another bronze was there, spewing out undigested food (that Griffin barely managed to dodge!), but the little brown was unconcerned. He bugled another challenge, flitting upward with powerful strokes of his little wings. It didn't matter that he wasn't a bronze; Griffin was still the best pick in the entire Weyr! Surely the gold would see that.
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Post by Journye on Mar 19, 2009 14:11:45 GMT -5
S'lem ran a hand through his hair, messing up his sandy blond hair. He glanced up as the green landed, nodding to Ravyna as he tried to think of what she would be here.
A little bronze cousin looks to her mine,[/color] Griflith informed his rider as he kept his attention on Majesty and the chasing flits.
S'lem nodded to himself and offered Ravyna a shaky smile before looking back to the sky, shaking his head. He had no idea what to do or how to act in this situation and that bothered him. He liked to be in control of a situation and it frustrated him when he wasn't. He absently rubbed at his chest, scratching the thread score there.
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Majesty shrieked her defiance to the bronze and brown giving chase to her now, scolding the bronze loudly for gorging himself before flying after her. She even held back enough to smack him across the nose with her tail before streaking higher into the sky.
How dare he be so rude before her! She was royalty and deserved better consideration then that. She eyed the brown that had joined the flight, then turned her attention back to the sky before her. Only two suitors, hardly enough for her tastes. She winged her way back toward the bowl of the weyr, screaming her challenge again, she deserved many more suitors.
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Post by D'gellin on Mar 19, 2009 17:45:44 GMT -5
With a sigh, Trilia lay back in the grass, arms spread out to catch the warm glow of early spring Rukbat. Maybe it wasn't quite as comfortable as she would have liked, but after such a long winter it was a welcome change. Her brown fire lizard was quick to join her, curling up like a feline on the young girl's stomach. It would be so nice to take a nap right now, just listening to the rush of breeze between the trees and the steady rhythm of human and fire lizard breathing.
Trilia heard the queen's challenge only a split second before Ronin tensed, tiny claws unintentionally digging in through her clothing. "Ow!" She complained as the little brown launched into the air right from her abdomen, streaking off with a battle cry of his own. There was no time to stop him, and with a spike of fear Trilia felt a shadow of the lust stirring in Ronin's body. "Oh no..." She'd seen fire lizard flights before, and immediately recognized this scenario for what it was, but to be perfectly honest she'd really hoped that she would never have to deal with this...
So she decided she wasn't going to. Obstinately, Trilia lay back down in the grass, trying to block out the whisper of feelings being relayed through her link with the brown. He wouldn't win anyway, right? So she wouldn't have anything to worry about...right...?
Ronin's call was seeped in melody, oddly reminiscent to an old ballad he'd heard enough times to remember. Wind rushed over his wings and eagerness filled his belly. Maybe Ronin wasn't a bronze but he was still a handsome and worthy creature! He was just catching up with the rest of the suitors too - how fast he was! - when something wet and sticky splattered on him. Squawking in alarm, the brown veered away, unable to understand how he'd managed to get upchucked food all over him. Well, it certainly wasn't the most auspicious way to begin a flight...but that wouldn't deter him!
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Post by Shikai on Mar 21, 2009 3:23:51 GMT -5
Nimble fingers ran lightly over the smooth, well-oiled hide of the beloved firelizard’s head. The little bronze crooned appreciatively, warbling soft songs of delight in perfect harmony with the gentle whistle of cool wind through the trees and the distant sound of wing beats. At least, so it seemed to Eravrael.
“What do you think that one looks like, Othello?” The boy mumbled absently to the firelizard curled up beside his head, one forearm buried in the candidate’s hair, the other draping over his neck, and his head resting on Eravrael’s cheek. The little, gleaming bronze head lifted as Eravrael spoke, looking skyward thoughtfully as though actually pondering the shape of the latest cloud, but he merely butted the top of his head against Eravrael’s fingers to force the boy to keep petting him.
“It’s ok ‘Thell, I’m at a loss for that one too,” He replied, a light note of humor in his voice as he scratched amiably at the bronze’s headknobs. Eravrael was making the most of his day by his standards, which meant spending all the best hours of the day in which he was not forced into chores outside, lying supine as he watched the gentle, ambling progression of the clouds across the azure sky.
He looked more closely at the cloud, green eyes narrowing slightly as his mind endeavored to twist the white matter into a recognizable form, but his concentration was shattered as the squawking of firelizards met his ears, and a gold in full mating radiance passed by, her admirers in close pursuit. He stared for a long moment, the significance of this not quite sinking into his head until, with a squawk, Othello also realized what was going on. Well, he never had been the sharpest firelizard. The bronze dislodged himself from Eravrael’s light blond hair and leapt skyward, golden-bronze wings shining in the sunlight as they beat and he had joined the chase.
Eravrael stared at the tiny, now distant form of his firelizard with dismay and apprehension, fear and worry knotting his stomach just as much as the natural feelings associated with flights flowing into him from Othello. He slowly rose to his feet, and saw a somewhat distressed looking bluerider and an equally irritated greenrider. Could they be…? Shards, but Eravrael hated flights. He wondered fretfully whether the gold belonged to the young man or the young woman. He was hoping it was the man, although even though he rode a blue dragon, that was no sure indication that he would be at all pleased about finding himself with Eravrael…
It wasn’t the act he minded, that was nothing new (even firelizard induced, as Othello had often chased greens back at the hold – and won on more than one occasion), but the rejection and disgust he was all too often faced with afterwards. It only made it worse that he couldn’t echo his unwitting partner’s feelings.
Eravrael took a few steps toward the riders, although he didn’t have the courage to approach them yet. For now, he stood a respectful distance away, eyes scanning the skies.
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Othello bugled to the queen, creeling his apology for being so dreadfully late. But now he was here, the weyr’s finest bronze, and how nice it was for her to have circled back around as she did to wait for him! Even though this certainly wasn’t the case, such was the notion the little firelizard entertained, tiny bronze chest puffing up with pride. Faceted eyes swept the contenders, and he was pleased by what he saw. Only one other bronze! The browns were trivial, they would never win. No, it was only Othello and the other, and Othello would surely win!
If he didn’t take himself out of the race by running into the competition, that was. Othello barely managed to avoid colliding with Ronin as he swerved toward the brown, having lost his focus on the flight already. Unfortunately, it seemed there were greens with greater attention spans than the silly bronze. Yet he quickly righted himself, neither noticing nor caring whether anyone had seen his blunder, and quickened his speed as he soared up and after the queen.
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Post by .K.aci on Mar 22, 2009 9:09:21 GMT -5
Her own Weyr... It was difficult to think of any room hers. I don't understand why, MineOwn. The girl, like always, shrunk back from the contact, but answered her. "Because I've never had a room to myself before." They were in a Bronze's weyr, and the difference from the old room she had shared with the many drudges was hugely different. Large, roomy, with only the best furnishings, it was neat and tidy - and totally hers. The girl flopped down onto the bed, curling up on the soft furs. What would she do? She was bored, yes, but was it worth going down into the masses of people below?
The half-grown Queen peered at her rider from where she was curled in the couch. It was slightly goofy right now, as she was meant to grow much more, but even now she fit comfortably enough. We could go flying? She likes those times with Hers when they flew - the woman and she shared a special delight to be Queen of the skies. But Crown stayed unresponsive, pensively staring at the blank wall, and Ezelith sighed, putting her head back down. That was the general way of it... Until her Bronze lit from the air, screeching like a banshee. Immediately she was up, cooing softly and scooping him from the air. "Hush, hush. What's wrong, my love?" The Gold, her eyes whirling a touch of jealousy, looked up briefly and - as stubborn as Her's - put her head back down to ignore the scene.
The large Bronze did not want to be held - chattering and pulling, he sent her pictures that she didn't understand, emotions that she cared not to relish. What was going on? But the sweet Bronze only ran up her head, claws tugging at her hair as he bugled his challenge and showed her a clear picture of the little brightly shining Queen. And then, even as Crown cursed and lunged for the little beast, he popped Between.
You must go find him. Ezelth didn't look at Her's, sulking slightly. "You're the Queen - order him back." She snapped at the Gold, but Ezelth was not interested. He is Your's. You go get him. "Fine." She snapped right back, and was off - out of the room, down the stairs and into the Bowl, over to the lake where the Bronze was slipping in and out of the water. "Glomp!" The feelings were uncomfortable, and she was definitely not liking them. It made her defiant, shoving back the emotions and focusing on the rising creature.
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His was calling, and for a moment he wavered - only a moment. He was a strapping young boy, and he would catch the pretty lady! Crooning a melody and wondering why all of these stupid other males were even trying, he caught up to the middle of the pack. He wasn't late - they were all early! Now it could start on time. But she was pretty... Another bronze, two bronzes! Hah, he could beat that. Wasn't he the most talented of them all? A few browns, nothing that he was worried about... And a Blue? Squawking irritably, he chattered his indignation. No blue should fly in such a magnificent Queen's flight! |
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Post by Journye on Mar 23, 2009 13:47:02 GMT -5
Majesty glanced back to look over her suitors, pleased that two more bronzes had joined the chase. She beat her wings quickly to take her higher into the air, away from the bowl now that she felt that she had enough males giving chase.
She skimmed across the tree tops near the lake, pushing off of the higher branches as she spun higher, streaking into the sky with a wild cry of pure joy at the freedom of flight. Just let those males try to catch her, this was her maiden flight and she was not going to make it easy for them.
The little gold gave another shriek of delight as she gave another glance back toward her suitors, looking them over haughtily. They thought they were worthy of her did they? Well, they would have to prove it to her. She slowed briefly to allow them to close in on her, seeing what they would do.
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Another bronze flashed out of the healing cavern, shrieking his own answer to the challenging call of the queen. Reryu beat his little wings quickly to catch up with the group of fire lizards in flight.
Back in the Healing Cavern, Journye bit off a curse as Reryu left the infirmary. She was stuck where she was and did her best to ignore the feelings churning through her as she stitched up the leg of one of the herd beast apprentices.
(I am so sorry for the yucky post, my muse has abandoned me today)
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Post by B'kay on Mar 24, 2009 13:39:20 GMT -5
Nuisance found himself closer and closer to the lovely gold. The sudden slap of the tail upon his face caused him to chortle with glee! He barrel-rolled again, falling behind, but caring not. She had paid him attention!
***Ravyna's stomach lurched, and she stumbled, suddenly dizzy -- and wished her blasted flitter would stop spinning about like that!***
There were now others around him, bronzes and browns, and Nuisance called out to them gleefully! More friends to play the game! He fluttered his wings, falling back amongst the other males -- and then the gleam of the sunlight on gold reminded him of why he was flying in the first place.
With a shriek he pumped hard, pulling upward, catching a crosswind, and sped along toward the beautiful queen!
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C'train was returning from a short flight, for the weyrlings had received permission to fly straight in practice, as long as the winds were not too high, and there was no ground-reaching Thread predicted. He loved flying on Rhobith, and little Rapture took delight in joining them.
Suddenly, there was only one brown present, where a moment before the large and the small had been soaring into the Weyr bowl together.
Where had the flitter gone?
In answer, a half dozen or so streaking hides, led by a brilliantly glowing golden queen, buzzed by Rhobith's nose, causing the young brown to backwing. C'train snapped forward, and banged his chin on the dragon's neck ridges as Rhobith's head came back. Catching himself clumsily, the brown managed to make a rather bumpy landing without anyone getting hurt.
Rubbing his chin, C'train looked upward in time to see his own firelizard angle in toward the front of the pack of pursuers. The little man tried to close his mind off from the bizarre emotions that were hitting him, but his belly roiled with desire and excitement.
Are you hungry, Mine? Your tummy makes noises!
Spotting the gather of human forms at the far end of the Lake, C'train took advantage of Rhobith's question. "Hungry? Yes, I think -- I think I want to hide -- I mean, head for the kitchens." He unstrapped himself and slid down, unhooked the dragon harness and stowed it temporarily in one of the beast sheds, and ran for the depths of the Weyr. The young dragon, innocently oblivious though slightly confused, headed for the beast pens for a snack, as well.
Rapture soared, the wind on his wings imbuing them with power. The pack nearby was nothing, his eyes were only on the golden glow that fled before them. He angled in, catching an updraft that put him level with the front runners, and screamed his challenge to all! Surely he, the most lovely brown flitter on Pern, was worthy to fly the beautiful Majesty!
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Post by Kitari on Mar 26, 2009 23:50:00 GMT -5
There was a sharp twisting in his stomach, and B'rec groaned. His eyes closed against the swirling feelings channeling through the bond with Griffin. From his vantage point, if he opened his eyes, he could see the dragonriders gathering on the shoreline of the Lake, awaiting the end of the Flight. B'rec, however, hadn't shifted from his position. He was still standing in the entranceway to the Lower Caverns, gripping the stone of the wall. Maybe, maybe he could hold himself here, forever.
Are you hiding, mine? Dagonth asked, although gently. His voice was sympathetic; he knew how hard this was for his.
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Griffin, in contrast, was perfectly blissful. He was flying free, in his element, flitting through the air with strong, consistent beats of his wings. The pack had thickened, but he was keeping the pace. He was somewhat concerned about the number of bronzes in the race, but it was no matter. The little brown would fight as long as he could, and if he could prove himself, maybe the gold would choose him!
As the gold began to rise, Griffin arced upwards after her. He crooned in response to her triumphant shriek, warbling his appreciation of her beauty. Never had a more radiant gold flown in the skies above the Weyr! The big cousin queens could not compare to her!
When she slowed her pace invitingly, Griffin powered forward in response. Was it possible she wanted to end the flight quickly? Well then, Griffin would show her his might! He flitted in close, teasingly, wondering if she would invite more. The brown wasn't as bold as some; he wasn't going to presume too much!
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