Im giving it all I got, Capt'n! (Iwyrth's Mflight)

[Tashe]

It was early morning, Rukbat had just crested the tree line and the Weyr was slowly starting to wake. And it was no coincidence that Ithanna had decided to wear her tumbling clothes, even in the morning chill... The form fitting black outfit, the pinned back hair, the makeup she wore, all strategically chosen. There was no doubt in the girl's mind that Iwyrth was going to Fly today, probably as soon as she woke up, so there was no need to look like she just rolled out of bed. Being anxious about the flight probably wasn't good for her health, so, she tried to kill two birds with one stone. Look hot and practice her tumbling. It took her mind off the brightly glowing Green on her Weyrledge, partially at least. Breathing evenly as she balanced on her hands, the Greenweyrling slowly bent backwards, controlling her muscles so that her feet touched the ground when she wanted them too and not before. Using her core and legs, she pulled herself into a standing position.

If it hadn't been for her tumbling, Ithanna might just have been useless in ground combat. Contorting her body had always been a skill, but learning to harness patience and control had been the best use of her time she could remember. Moving her left leg back, the Greenweyrling slid into the splits just as Iwyrth slid an eye open. Looking up from the ground as she felt her Dragon stir, Ithanna pushed herself up off of the ground and scrambled all the way out on to the ledge. Pressing up against Iwyrth's muzzle as the Green turned to look at her with swirling green and purple eyes, the Weyrling hugged what she could of the Female's face. "Can't you, I dunno, shake this off?" I cannot change the laws of Dragons. I've got to have at least thirty years to figure it out. The gentle humor in her voice was obvious. It comforted the young woman that Iwyrth wasn't nervous about her maiden flight. "All right kitten. At least promise me you'll make this fun." I promise littlemine.

Stepping back as the Green began to rise, Ithanna felt a need rise within her, something instinctual... primal. Nothing like she'd ever felt before, that at least was something she was certain of. The Weyrling turned and fled, not sticking around long enough to watch Iwyrth leave. She knew that she had to get to the flightrooms, otherwise the courting might just take place somewhere she didn't want them to. Leaping down the stairs two at a time, Ithanna swung her arms to keep balance as she descended. Hitting the landing she flounced (yes, flounced) the rest of the way, swinging open the door dramatically she entered the flightrooms. The lust connected the two deeper than they already were, they were like one.

Iwyrth flared her wings and reared back onto her hind-legs, trumpeting to the males of Selenitas Weyr. She was going to fly and they had better be ready to give her everything they had. She was in charge. She was the one they were going to follow. Pushing herself into the air, Iwyrth wheeled upward and out of the canyon, flying swiftly to where the beasts of burden lived. She had not eaten in a while. But even now she knew that meat would slow her down. It was the blood she was after, it would give her strength and energy to last her the flight. Dropping like a Razorclaw onto the herdbeast, she crushed it's spine with her sheer weight. Quickly she drained it of blood. Two more fell to her hunger before she drew away, blood smearing her maw, standing out against her bright Green hide.

Leaping into the air she spiraled upward, tongue licking the red away from her lips as she inspected the males as they mustered. I know this Weyr like the back o' me paw. Do you really think you can keep up?

[rii]

Twisting, spiraling; the blue ribbon dance across the morning sky as if to brush away the shades of yellow and orange. Leave nothing behind but shades of blue — and green? Ekarth coiled in on himself, his forked tail skimming past his snout as he made the sharp turn to circle over the feeding pens. What a hungry roly-poly. Was this a queen turned the ill shade of green after ingesting so much? Amused, Ekarth leveled out his flight and snaked through the air above the busy green. Dipped low enough just to ensure himself that Iwyrth's size marked her for a green.

Oh, he knew, but the thoughts entertained him all the same.

Another twist of body and Ekarth swept in the air below the rising green, easily moving into her slipstream as he inhaled the scent of fresh blood. His eyes whirled with mischief as he eyed the end of Iwyrth's tail. Greens were so funny at times. Do not have to think about what iss already known. The blue snapped his jaws near Iwyrth's tail tip, purposely missing it. If the hatchling thought to begin her flight a frenzied blood letting, she shouldn't be surprised by the crowd she attracted.

Ekarth hugged one wing to shoulder, sharply peeling away from the young green and dropping to the airs below. No further effort was made to follow the green. Instead Ekarth circled below like a hungry shark drawn to the waters heavy with the scent of blood. Watching, waiting. The blue, too, was interested in watching the other males as they arrived.

Inside his weyr, Ba'sun continued to pleasantly snooze..

[Requiem]

A blooding green. How dramatic. And certainly a waste of good herdbeast on a baby green. Ykkith lowered his head over crossed forelegs. Ur'h glanced over from where he was beating out one of his throw rugs (stone floors could get cold at night). It was women's work but whatever. Not like he'd had a woman in his life since the first one. She'd been a singularly bad investment on the part of his family. His brown was homesick. A weird thing, indeed, considering they'd been here long enough for Ykkith to forget the place he was homesick for, but he'd been growing increasingly tempramental over the last several sevendays.

Then the green spoke. Ur'h had gone back to beating out his rug, but he felt the pulse of annoyance from his brown. An odd thing to feel from the normally light-hearted male. If anything he was usually just amused by the arrogant. Apparently Ur'h's curiosity captured some of Ykkith's attention, because he chose to speak to His. Acts like she owns the place. Barely out of the egg, and putting on airs like a queen. Keep up? She'd have to blood that whole herd to give us the semblance of a Chase.

"Us?" I'm not interested. It was a figurative us. Though she doesn't seem to have noticed how little interest she's gotten. "Hm." The brownrider finished with the rug and disappeared back into the weyr. Ykkith's tail swished across the ledge, dislodging a thin layer of dirt. I wonder what she'll do if no dragon Chases her? You're the old one. Has that ever happened? "Probably. Sometime," the man called from inside, still curious as to why it was bothering the brown so much. He regarded the mussed sheets of his bed for a moment before deciding he'd done enough women's work for the day. He'd just unmake it again tonight.

Don't wash either. You'll just get dirty again. Or wear your fake skins. You'll only take them off. For that matter, don't eat. You'll shit it out. "While you make sense, people do not like to smell dirty naked old men. And food is necessary to live." I was being sarcastic. "Is that what that was?" How are you so old and still clueless? "I expect it's a mental disability." Great. Now I'm bonded to a mentally-retarded man. They really need to screen candidates better. "I wasn't a candidate," Ur'h reminded him. All the more reason. If you were the better choice. "Hey, I'm supposed to be the grumpy one."

That gave Ykkith pause for a moment. Actually, you're never really grumpy, either. "Neither are you." Ur'h poked his head back out on the ledge. "Chase her." What? I don't want to. She's a trumped up little lizard. "She's not really a-" Metaphor. Ur'h blinked. "Right. Well, you need to get this aggression out. I don't like you snarling at me." Ykkith considered that.

Baby dragons have baby riders. "They do-" Young, Ur'hMine. Young. "Naturally." You are not young. "So I have been told." As I understand you humans, that will be 'weird' for you. "Women are all made the same. I don't see why it would be weird. You haven't caught her yet." What if her woman parts have teeth? "What?" That would be weird, wouldn't it? "Yes, but I do not think her woman parts have teeth." Maybe you should check first. "Ykkith." What? "Just go."

Ekarth did not get the message. "There was a message?" Ykkith flicked the tip of his tail at His, striking Ur'h lightly in the chest. You are hopeless, Ur'hMine. Don't forget to check for teeth. The male sprung from the ledge, then. Since his wish of spurning Iwyrth had been ruined by Ekarth, the next best thing would be to take her down a peg by snatching her out of the skies.

Ur'h rubbed at his chest. Did women actually come with teeth down there? That was disturbing. Maybe that was why you were supposed to wait until a certain age...so they could get old enough to lose their teeth. The man wandered down the hall toward the Flight Room lost in thought...trying to divine a way to check for teeth without getting slapped. Women were weird about their lady parts.

[Ruby]

MySeri...[/i] No. Why not? It'll be quick...[/i] Because I'm at work, Ildyth, and because Ithanna's already called out. I imagine it's her dragon that's going up? I'd heard that's why she asked for the day off. Asharra comes in at 8, if she's still in the air you can chase her then. But that's forrreeevveeerrr from now, MyLove! She'll be done by then, and she'll have been caught by Ykkith or Ekarth, and they are so big, and Iwyrth's so small. There is certain to be work for you, if one of them were to catch![/i]

Serissa sighed, laying the back of her hand against the opposite cheek in an attempt to cool the flush that had risen. I don't believe Ur'h or Ba'sun would be stupid enough to hurt her, not to mention that I don't think either man is a particularly bad sort. Grumpy, perhaps, but old enough to know better when it's a maiden flight. Not sure about the dragons, but I'm sure both of the riders are experienced enough to keep their beasts in hand.

You just like Ekarth because he likes your hair. That has nothing to do with it. Well I like your hair too, and I want to chase!

Serissa made a face, one hand on each cheek now. It was clear from the heat rising in her body that her dragon was already committed to chasing; there was little she could do to talk to Ildyth out of it now. The question, however, remained as to what she should do - attempt to keep working and block out the flight, or leave Raebeli alone? Sucking in a deep breath, Serissa began counting down from one thousand in multiples of three, dipping another instrument in redwort with each number. At least I'll get all the trays set up for later today, she commented to Ildyth, before realizing exactly how stupid it was to talk to her dragon when she was trying to shut him out and went back to her numbers, whispering them under her breath now to keep herself focused. "976... 973... 970..."

Ildyth, on the other hand, wasted no time. The pale Blue bounced off the infirmary ledge, tumbling in to the ranks of the chasers with a funny sort of eager twirl. His length placed him precisely in between Ykkith and Ekarth as far as size went (something that annoyed the competitive Blue to no end), but Iwyrth had issued a challenge she couldn't hope to win, which of course thrilled Ildyth. I have been at the Weyr since before you were born! Literally! Therefore, I must know it better than you! From Ykkith or Ekarth, that might have been a dare, but from Ildyth, it just sounded like an excited child who had beat their sibling out at something. Sweet and harmless, as usual. Flipping to his back, the blue took a stroke or two upside down just to show off, coasting off after the twirling Iwyrth. He wouldcatch her. He would.