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Post by Avu on Mar 14, 2011 5:06:04 GMT -5
By the time dawn broke, Jingth was usually awake, crouching in the semi-darkness, eyes luminous, restless. Meira was kind of used to the dragon being up before she was, her consciousness quiet and muted in the back of her mind but already trembling with the desire to wake her. But then, she was used to waking up with Mimic curled against the curve of her palm, his snores rasping against her thumb, too, so maybe she shouldn’t expect anything anymore, even if Mimic’s absence was softened by Echo, the Razorclaw a silent, dignified puff of pale feathers perched on a nearby stump, and the memory of Riaren sleeping back at the Weyr—before she’d asked Nephele to take him for the duration of Jingth’s Flight.
Meira pillowed her chin on her forearms, crossed over her knees, looked at the sprawl of gold shimmering against the sand dunes of the desert. She hadn’t been sure of how, exactly, she was going to get a sleeping dragon out to the desert, far enough from the Weyr, never mind get herdbeasts for her so she would blood. Everything about it had been an exercise in improvisation and compromise—starting with the fact that the herdbeasts would be dead already, not alive; Jingth had already approved but then—she hadn’t been about to Rise when she’d done it. At least she’d been calm before, informing Meira, very simply, that they best ought to go now, please.
“Kra?” Echo inquired abruptly of her, the Razorclaw flicking her wings out, beady eyes blinking curiously. The sound was obscenely loud in the silence—strange since it was not empty at all. Most of the males who were Chasing were already there—most of them seemed smart enough not to be too close to Jingth, though. Meira was glad. For their sakes, not Jingth’s; she was sure the gold would have no problems with making sure they kept their distance, after she woke.
“Shh,” Meira soothed the Razorclaw, irrationally disquieted by the silence being broken. Echo tilted her head to one side, the bird uttering another, softer, “Kreek?” sound, shuffled her feathers as if to take off, and then resettled again, beak tucking into the feathers of her breast.
Still, the sound seemed to have been enough to make Jingth stir. Her feline stretch was languorous, unhurried, her wings and limbs carefully untangling. She scraped her claws through the sand, a low rumbling purr humming in the base of her throat, tail sweeping across the ground, and yawned, dipping her head to rub her muzzle against her foreleg. As soon as she finished the not unimpressive display of utter laziness, though, her gaze swept around her, passed disinterestedly over Echo, the males, the herdbeasts, settled on Meira. If you are ready, love, she said, still lying flat on her belly, the words as gentle, as calm, as unrushed, as if it was any other day.
Meira shrugged, nodded, mutely, and finally Jingth looked at the herdbeasts again. The speed with which she gained her feet and struck the first already-limp creature was startling, especially given her previous lethargy, teeth flashing before gaining hold in the loose skin at the neck. She drained it with a studious disinterest, her claws slackening immediately. Distasteful—she understood the necessity, but not to be able to kill her own was unappealing. The next herdbeast, and the next, were treated to the same brief blooding, and finally the queen scooted away from them, her wings tucked neatly to her sides, her gaze fluttering with violets as she glanced around at the males, a silent judgment. Not hers (although she couldn’t really recall, right now, who was hers—but they were not).
Shall we?
The broadcasted words were smooth, polite, an invitation and an expectation in one, although Jingth did not wait for a reply; instead, her wings flared out and she pushed into the air with a spray of sand (accompanied by a quiet krrreeee of disapproval from Echo), twisted her body in a vertical corkscrew to gain altitude. Despite the informality of her extended summons, she wouldn’t be easily Caught—refused to let herself be. These males were not hers; she owed them nothing during her Flight. And even if she did…she was in no mood to not savor the freedom of flight again after so long of being careful.
She’d missed flying.
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Post by Rowana on Mar 14, 2011 7:55:36 GMT -5
Merridan's gaze drifted to the lightening sky across the sand. She hadn't had a chance to really notice how beautiful the desert was at her last visit. Maybe she could find a reason to come here again, when Chaoth's urges weren't so strong. Right now, her dragon's full attention was on the sleeping gold not far away. His brown hide turned almost pink in the dawn light, allowing Mer a smirk of amusement. A pink dragon, that would be the day. The calm would not last long, she knew, but at least this time they wouldn't be late.
Chaoth stirred at her back, giving his legs and wings a careful stretch. Mer stood, dusting herself off and looking over to where she could just make out Jingth going for her herdbeasts. Chaoth watched patiently, his eyes glinting violet. Now we fly, he crooned to Mer. Mer grinned despite herself. Chaoth's excitement and anticipation was infectious. They really had been stuck on the ground for far too long. "Good luck!" Part of her knew it might be better if a bronze caught the queen, since that usually meant bigger clutches and larger dragons, but she didn't care. Chaoth didn't believe in traditions anyway, he believed in actions.
With pleasure, Chaoth hummed pleasantly for Jingth. Powerful legs pushed off the soft sand, and Chaoth rose into the air. The desert air was still cool from the night, making rising hard work. Chaoth reveled in the challenge, pumping his wings to a steady rhythm as he circled up after his golden queen. Even the rising sun paled in comparison to her brightness. It was such a joy to fly without boundaries or fears. He would follow her all day, if she wished.
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Post by Rei on Mar 14, 2011 12:00:51 GMT -5
Early morning sunlight glinted off bronze hide. Mavenath was curled lazily not far from a small grouping of the other males. Unlike some of the others however he had had not dozed at all, instead keeping close watch on everything. The large bronze had blooded on the way to the desert in preparation for the flight. Just one wild runner. But it was enough. It might not give him any type of edge whatsoever but he felt better for it. Calm whirling eyes regarded the sprawled Jingth not so far off. Movement. Tail tip flicking he swatted the dozing Cr’oph with it, earning a displeased yelp. Amused at the sound the bronze dipped his head, not taking his eyes off Jingth. She rises. Stop sleeping. He snapped, whirling green eyes taking on a violet wash. The red head snorted and stood to perform a long stretch. "Someone’s grumpy this morning." He remarked running fingers through tangled hair.
The male ignored his rider, all of his attention on Jingth as she exploded from her sprawled position to fix her fangs into the neck of the nearest runner. Heaving to his feet Mavenath lowered his head and approached the gold by another dragon length. He was still very clearly in the safety zone and approached no further, not wishing to annoy her. There the large bronze crouched, wings mantled and ready for flight. The other males ranging around him were treated to the barest of glances. His competition. Could be worse. Gaze snapping back to Jingth as she spoke the bronze wasted no time with words. Instead he gave a ringing call and flung himself into the air, quickly rising after the small gold.
Cr’oph watched the others with lazy detachment. The bronzer had never let himself get swept up in flight. Not since the late Jiggles had about gotten him gutted. Fingers lazily traced the scar on his abdomen through his thin shirt. Well if he wanted to give Mavenath any help at all the least he could do is make his way to Meira. Flipping his long red hair over his shoulder and sticking his hands in his pockets the ambled over to the woman and gave her a slightly reassuring smile.
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Sel’n had been up for awhile watching the rising sun. Kaaoloth dozing behind him hadn’t been much in the mood for conversation. Not that he could blame the dragon. The rider himself was actually a bit tired. Yawning he cursed his luck again. He just had to impress a brown that had a sharding ridiculous attachment to golds. Not even losing a limb in that ridiculous chase after Grenostith had put the idiot off them either. Not that he openly gave his dragon any of those thoughts. No. He never would. He still didn’t really blame Kaaoloth for that incident. But it would be nice if he would get it into his thick skull that he’d likely never win a queen. Browns only very rarely ever did. In fact T’san’s brown might have been the only brown to actually achieve that feat in well…as long as he’d been alive anyway.
As Jingth moved to stretch Sel’n moved his gaze to her and mentally prodded Kaaoloth. You that tired wherface? I think you better start paying better attention. The brown’s head lifted from his forepaws as he regarded the gold with unhurried interest. I was paying attention. I see no need to rush. She still has to blood. Rocking to his feet the three legged brown flared open his wings for better balance and yawned before stretching them carefully. Wouldn’t do to pull something. Satisfied that they were in working shape the male watched Jingth blood, a light hum emanating from his chest.
We shall. He remarked lightly before springing into the air in the gold’s wake, the downdraft from his wings causing a sandspray. Sel’n blocked his eyes with a forearm before lowering it to watch the quickly disappearing gold and her suitors. Instead of rising directly after her like some of the others Kaaoloth had headed directly upwards at only a slight angle, one eye fixed on the gold to better gauge her movement. Gold flights had to be played very carefully. The brown didn’t want to tire himself early by keeping too close to her tail. Let the young idiots take up those positions.
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Post by Ruby on Mar 14, 2011 15:08:51 GMT -5
Remember, T'mundmine? I was so young, so small,[/i] Jagjith mused, sprawled in the middle of the pack - right where he'd been nearly a turn ago, except that everything had changed. This time they were in the desert, not Selenitas; he was here with Jagjith, rather than being abandoned in the Weyrling barracks; Jag himself was at least twice the size he had been, and actually a legitimate threat this time. Mature, now, ready for his first chase. He had reserved that honor for Jingth (mainly because no one else interesting had risen and there were no more golds around, but whatever).
The brown looked half asleep, sprawled on the earth, one pastry-colored wing draped over his almost orange side like a blanket. It looked like it would take the Brown a good half hour to truly wake up and stretch fully, but in actuality Jag was far more prepared than these other dragons. T'mund knew exactly how fast Jagjith could go from deep sleep to full wakefulness - honestly, the Brownrider wasn't sure the dragon ever really slept.
The rider himself was covering a yawn, nose buried in a miniature book that contained what may or may not be the true history of Pern nearly a thousand years ago. He was using it to avoid looking at anyone, but as usual, Jagjith's voice distracted him, making him look up. Of course, looking up meant his eyes went right to Meira, his cheeks flamed red, and in trying to look somewhere (anywhere) else, he of course got an eyeful of all the other men (and woman?) here. That only made everything worse, so his mindvoice was a snap as he replied, You don't remember that. Or you only remember because I remember, because I was absolutely mortified.
The brown stretched and yawned, not deigning to answer. He actually curled up, one paw over his muzzle. Then Jingth stirred, T'mund's nose actually hit the pages of his book, and Jagjith cracked an eyelid. No blood for him - messy, disgusting, unnecessary. He didn't hold it against the Gold, but he would not partake, thank you very much. Regardless, he knew they would be going soon. Put your book away, T'mundmine. I will need your full attention if I am to win the Queen. You are welcome to hide, if you can find something to hide behind, but you are not allowed to read. I imagine you will find it hard to concentrate, anyway.[/i]
That was all the warning the new Rider got. Jingth's gentle invitation made Jagjith's eyes flash purple - no shading, the Brown didn't do things halfway. He exploded from the sands, allowing the other Chasers their words while he gained altitude. Muscles rippled under his hide, his winds powering him into the sky. Jagjith was confident (always), but he was also highly logical; here, logic was telling him that youth and strength in the air would give him an edge over all but the bronzes. Perhaps he wouldn't be as agile, but as far as he could tell, queens rarely looked for that. The brown didn't waste time searching for thermals, stretching his wings wide to get above Jingth as soon as he could. For now, he stayed plenty far from her, although he did cant sideways, getting closer (but not too close) just for a moment so he could say, This time, I will follow you to the ends of the sky.[/i]
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Post by Tashe on Mar 14, 2011 17:21:00 GMT -5
Thrilled was not the word to describe E'rro when Ismaroth had carted him out of Burimyu and stranded him in the desert with the rest of the prospective chasers. No. In fact he could not have been farther from that particular word. He liked Meira, professionally and as a friend, which was the entire problem. Every time Ismaroth chased or developed affections for another dragon, E'rro consequently developed those same feelings (most of the time to a lesser degree) for their rider. Because Ismaroth was very picky about who he chased those feelings would last for a good period of time. And the last thing he needed? To develop anything more for Meira... who was dating one of his best friends... Needless to say this whole situation sucked eggshells and he wished that his sharding Brown had chosen not to chase. She was Mommabird for farnaths sake.
Sighing heavily as he tugged at the leather strap bound to his arm, E'rro glanced over at the woman in question. He could only guess what was going on in her head, but he'd stake a mark on it having to do with not being excited about the Flight. In his experience, there were very few Goldriders who actually looked forward to their Gold rising. Raising two fingers to his lips, the Councilman whistled for his Razorclaw, who had disappeared around a fourth of a candle mark ago in search of food. It took a few minutes before E'rro could pick out the Razorclaw in the sky, the bright blue nearly obscuring the white fleck of an avian. Standing up, the Brownrider extended his arm and whistled again, indicating that the Razorclaw should land. When the male had successfully swooped in and perched on the leather arm-guard, E'rro fed him a small tidbit. He was still training the avian and therefore rewards were needed. "Good Thross."
Ismaroth was practically invisible from above, in the desert his hide was the perfect example of natural camouflage. Nearly the same color as the sand around him, the large Brown rested comfortably in the pit he had dug to reach the cooler sand beneath. The warmth of the desert made him sleepy and, if they had been there for any other reason, he might just have taken a nap. But seeing as a Gold was about to Rise and in a chase every second counted, he only let himself enjoy the sun bathing the experience promised. He had not chased in a long time, so it was a surprise to His when he had announced they would be participating in Jingth's flight.
Despite His's arguments, the Brown did not back down like he sometimes could. Ismaroth like Jingth to a degree and he respected her as his Queen (not that he really had a choice, but still. His liked Her's and trusted her opinion on certain matters). He also felt some sort of allegiance to her in a different way. She was, as far as he was concerned, mates with Dsoleth. And Dsoleth was a companion of his, and his Rider a very good friend of E'rro's, therefore, in the absence of the other Brown he would try and win so that perhaps the blow would be less. Is it sometimes not better in the absence of choice, to have a friend win a chase rather than a stranger or a person one doesn't like? That there, was a strong driving point behind why he was chasing. That and she was beautiful.
Soon enough, the Queen stirred and so did he, rising slowly to his feet and shaking some of the sand off of himself as she began to bleed the dead meat. He waited patiently, looking at all of the other chasers for the last time before the flight. It was a rather uneven selection, if he had to say... Well, at least the lack of shinnies increased the chance of a Brown catching Jingth. Or perhaps, being chosen was a better phrase. The Gold had always seemed the type to do the catching rather than being caught. Extending his wings as Jingth drew away from the carcases, Ismaroth sent a nudge to his human partner before they merged into a single entity. Her voice washed over him, triggering a switch in his biology and turning his eyes into swirling masses of purple. The lust surged as he leapt into the sky after the Gold, offering her a brush of his mind rather than words to acknowledge what she had said only moments ago. Dropping into a position slightly to the left of the Gold and a few dragon lengths behind, Ismaroth rumbled happily. Open sky, a chase... it couldn't get better.
Meanwhile, E'rro had abandoned Thross- who was complaining loudly about the abduction of his human's mind- on his pack and was making his way toward Meira. There wasn't the normal urgency in his step, since she was right there and unlikely to bolt away into the desert. Even with his brain all addled with lust, his instincts told him that farther into the desert could mean death. And that is exactly the opposite of what he wanted. He wanted to bring life to the Queen, safe and beautiful life, and many healthy children of course.
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Post by Requiem on Mar 14, 2011 18:39:16 GMT -5
Salenth had not gone with the crowds. The desert was cold and S'rei was a whiny wimp in his head if not aloud; the bronze didn't care to listen to complaints about joints cracking and creaking all over the place. He wasn't really sure he wanted to Chase this gold anyway. She was far enough away that the draw was no longer obligatory.
Eh, it was polite. Being polite was ever so important, after all. Salenth was aware that such thoughts would shift in the desert but for now he was well within his right mind. And ignoring the rider sipping at klah and watching him. "It's daybreak." You are no more eager than I am. We are here now because you were too good to sleep in the desert. "Too old." Too good. "You've already decided to chase, if only for appearances. Changed your mind?"
The male rose to his feet, spreading his wings tempramentally. You know as well as I that the decision was made when she was near. "Then unmake it, if it annoys you so." And be impolite? Come on. "Desert. Joy." S'rei set aside his klah, slipped his riding jacket over his shoulders and mounted Salenth sans straps.The bronze winked into the appointed spot when the morning was still young, but Jingth was already blooding her...corpses.
Salenth disdained the dead bodies as much as most of the other males did. He set down far from Jingth's feeding - at practically the same moment that she sprung skyward. "Hold steady." Needless, really. Even with full-on goldlust raging, Salenth was too old to make a mistake like springing to with his rider still mounted. S'rei slid down and strolled clear of the bronze, watching the male power upwards at a speed that was power and wing surface alone.
He glanced around mildly. The goldlust would prevent him from chess games - like he'd been known to do with similarly uneffected riders before during the midst of a Flight - but S'rei wasn't overtaken by any means. This sort of situation was what Flight moths had been invented for. And yet here they were, a bunch of brownriders and bronzeriders, with only two women among them. He shook his head mildly. Going to be an interesting after-party.
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Post by Avu on Mar 14, 2011 19:45:11 GMT -5
Their voices were familiar by now, but still—they weren’t the ones she wanted to hear, not exactly, although Jingth was certainly pleased by their presences. Not all of them spoke, of course, though Jingth would privately have rather they did; Chaoth and Kaaoloth received a pleasant brush of her mind against theirs, not quite approval—but acknowledgement, as did Ismaroth after a pause. Jagjith received a slightly bemused tilt of her head, the gold’s glance flicking over her shoulder briefly at him, but a purr that was nonetheless pleased. She had no idea what the first time had been, could not recall that long ago—but it didn’t really matter. This time, now, mattered.
And for the time being, Jingth did not plan to slow down: Not to look at who had followed her, not to see who had not. She wanted the pleasant burn of pushing herself too fast, too soon, too hard; wanted to feel physical exhaustion again. The gold curled around the first breeze she could find, allowed it to carry her up and farther from the Weyr, took a vicious pride in feeling higher than the sun. She was ignoring the males, she knew. Perhaps it was rude; perhaps she should have been more careful in case they chose to force a Catch, but she didn’t really want to. Nothing in particular rode on her Flight except the clutch, and there were only—she spared a quick backwards glance as she rolled through a low-hanging cloud—one, two bronzes.
(It occurred to her, vaguely, that Salenth had not been there from the very beginning, but that didn’t really matter now either.)
And anyway, she liked the clouds, which were growing thicker as she continued the coil upwards, thoughts of staying within sight of the Riders dismissed. A heady purr rumbled in her throat, Jingth dropping sideways to roll through another cloud, pulling her claws through another, an almost childish display of rare playfulness. Her wings skipped a beat, tail flicking sideways to swing her farther from the majority of the males, the low hum an unspoken invitation to enjoy themselves. They didn’t need to be so focused on the Chase. She wasn’t going to be offended—and she’d missed just flying anyway. Relax.
It was always easy to get lost with Jingth. Not really the all-consuming belief that she could fly or anything, but she definitely wasn’t just herself, either. Meira managed not to sway, following Jingth with her eyes until Echo’s slightly peeved hiccup regained her attention. The Razorclaw fluffed her wings indignantly, head tilting to the side, her beak clicking—Cr’oph, the closest to Meira, got a particularly outraged whistle from the young female before she outright took off. Meira watched her go, and had she not been mentally floating, too much with Jingth to be there, she might’ve been worried. (As it was, Echo only came to land near Thross; her ‘brother’ was familiar enough to complain to.)
As it was, most of the men didn’t seem to be in any hurry, and part of Meira was glad for that; she didn’t know if it was possible to be claustrophobic with the desert and grassland stretching out on all sides, but that might just do it. She stood slowly, regarding Cr’oph with her head tilted to one side, her expression neutral. A minute later, she turned her head towards E’rro, the change in attention deliberate, poised, every inch Jingth. The careful non-expression didn’t last long though; she quirked a half-awkward, half-amused smile. Didn’t speak, because there was nothing to say—but this; it didn’t have to be silence and baited breath. It could be fun.
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Post by Rei on Mar 14, 2011 23:23:04 GMT -5
Large wings powering him up after Jingth Mavenath had eyes almost solely for the gold. Almost. The other chasers were given brief glances and he almost subconsciously filed their current positions away for further use. Ekarth and Inocenth’s hassling in pervious flights had taught him the importance of keeping your competition in your mind. Even if the current competition seemed less than eager to pay attention to anything that wasn’t Jingth. The male learned. And he learned well. Watching the gold’s interaction with others it wasn’t hard to see where her preferences were. Salenth and he were at a disadvantage. Solely because their hide was as metallic as hers. Not that preference was all there was to a flight but all the same Mavenath knew that if he wanted to win he was going to have to stand out in some way. At some point. Or force a catch if it came down to it.
Right now he was attempting to please her through the sheer power of his wing strokes as he exploded through one cloud and leveled out. Despite the fast and furious pace the queen was already setting, the all overtone to the flight was one of relaxation. Something the bronze wasn’t quite used to. Especially in his infrequent green flights, where just keeping up was a hassle. The queen’s playful mood sparked a bit of the same feeling in Mavenath and he took stock of his surroundings before twisting around a cloud and giving a cheerful call as he intentionally bisected the path of one of his closer opponents. One of the browns. He didn’t stop to see who. It didn’t matter really. They had plenty of time to avoid a collision.
Dipping to an altitude below and behind Jingth the bronze allowed himself the leisure of watching her play before bisecting the cloud and spiraling upwards to a higher altitude. As fun as play was there was also business underlying it. Moving into position above and to the golds left, Mavenath planned his next move.
Cr’oph watched Meira with a friendly smile as she first regarded him and then her attention went to E’rro. A brief glance was given the councilman before the tall red head debated what to do next. Just standing here seemed so…pointless? Looking around at the other riders he shrugged and offered Meira a hand. Yeah it was the first thing that came to mind but at least it was better than nothing? “A dance my lady?”
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Kaaoloth had to put most of his concentration into simply keeping up for the first few moments. The task made easier by the acknowledgement from Jingth. His vibrant purple eyes whirled faster in response. Buoyed by her mental brush the brown found himself somewhere in the middle of the pack. He kept enough distance from the other chasers for reaction but not much more than that. He found himself closest to Ismaroth. Directly to the left of the other male to be exact. Gaze returning to the now cavorting queen in front of him he crooned. Despite the fast and furious pace to the flight the older male found it strangely enjoyable as well. It had been awhile since he too had gotten to really use his wings.
With a croon to Ismaroth Kaaoloth dropped lower wing tips barely grazing the cloud below him. Dragging his single taloned forefoot though it he allowed himself the brief pleasure of watching it disperse before leaving it with a few quick flaps. Immersing himself into another cloud he briefly enjoyed the sensation of the cooler air against his hide before breaking out of it and throwing a quick glance around. Hmm he had lost a little bit of ground. Not enough to be worrisome but still. Breaking above the clouds Kaaoloth surged forward back towards Jingth. Wouldn’t do to be too far behind when and if she finally decided to climb again.
Sel’n kept his distance for the most part. Even if he did drift a little closer, completely due to Kaaoloth’s influence. He ended up on the outside fringes of the loose grouping around Meira. There he paced. Kaaoloth’s desire to be close warring with the brownrider’s own desire to keep his distance. Damn flights.
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Post by Ruby on Mar 15, 2011 1:00:15 GMT -5
One or two bronzes, but mostly browns. Interesting. Burimyu was short on shinies, of course - Jagjith spared a thought for brother Kamath, lost in the transition - but he was still caught somewhat off-guard. Well, the brown was never caught off-guard for long. He looked for Jingth's response to his words - a glance and a purr, good, he had caught her interest. Now it was time to back off and reconsider his strategy. An errant gust of wind suited his needs, blowing him away from the pack. For now, it hardly mattered; Jingth was hardly paying attention to them at the moment. Queen's right, he supposed.
He entered the clouds with a proud stroke of his wings, appearing on the other side in only a second or two. He caught Jingth's feeling, watching her caper among the wisps. She wanted them to relax, hmm? To take it easy? Jagjith did not relax. Instead, he skimmed the top of the cloud bank, sticking close to the white fluff without disturbing it. If she cared to look, she could see his skill, his mastery of the winds - calm and understated, perhaps, but present. If she cared. If not, it didn't matter. Jagjith had retreated successfully; now he would reevaluate. With only two bronzes to outfly, the Brown could approach the flight with a different strategy. But what?
Below, T'mund was physically trembling. His book had fallen, forgotten, to the sand, and the Brownrider's eyes were fixed on the sky. He tracked Jingth as far as he could; only once she was out of sight did he drop his eyes, finding the Rider instead. The teen's brain truly was in the clouds, every shred of 'T'mund' burned away by the strength of his brown's passion. His eyes were glazed, but he stood still, waiting, bouncing on the balls of his feet...
Until Jagjith took him, using the boy's strength as his own. He didn't need all of it, yet, but it was comforting to know that his rider wouldn't - couldn't - resist, no matter what. It helped that T'mund had always found the Goldrider beautiful, although Jagjith knew that wouldn't make much difference, truly. He had his T'mund's full support.
All of a sudden, the boy's arms snapped out from his sides, then shifted back a little like a dragon's wings in flight. He soared towards Meira, feet moving perhaps faster than T'mund's ever had before. Once he got close, though, he skittered to a stop, watching Mavenath take her hand. No, no, that was dangerous, wingtips that close. Dropping his head down, T'mund charged the man who may or may not have been his Weyrlingmaster (didn't he have a blue, though?) from the side, aiming to knock the redhead down, away from the beautiful gold. Cr'oph, though, was tall; if T'mund managed to connect on his attack, his head would certainly catch Cr'oph in the stomach, or thereabouts. Jingth was sure to love that.
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Post by Requiem on Mar 15, 2011 9:02:50 GMT -5
The bronze was in little hurry. Jingth was no green to test his ability to keep up, nor was she large enough to strain his endurance. With no Ciceroth about, Salenth was easily one of the largest bronzes in the southern hemisphere. Likely the north as well. Nor did the gold have to worry about him pressing a premature catch on her. Some bronzes were arrogant enough to believe it their right. Salenth was arrogant enough to find the practice beneath him. (Never let anyone think for a moment that it was lack of arrogance. The bronzepair had just as much as the next pair.)
Dipping through a cloudbank, he trailed water vapor on his wingtips, spinning into a lazy barrel roll that brought him toward the outer, lower edge of the fanning dragons. He didn't much like to be crowded. Normally the bronze went high, higher than the females he chased, but chasing golds was not the same as chasing greens. He began to play a game of hide and seek with the elusive golden glow of a dragon drifting through the clouds. Following her more closely than that simply lacked challenge.
Below, S'rei kept curious eyes on the responding men, mostly for his own amusement. It gave him something to do. Meira herself - disconcertingly pretty with Salenth's influence - was a sweet enough girl. Young goldriders made S'rei uncomfortable on principle, though, and he didn't spend much time looking on her beyond satisfying the same curiosity that had his eyes roving over the males. He always found it interesting to see how deep certain people were pulled into Flights.
Cr'oph was noted and ignored for the most part. Bored, probably. It wasn't like he was grabbing Meira, though one of the young ones seemed to take offense to it anyway. First Goldflight? Not that it mattered for some whether it was the first or the twentieth. S'rei stepped in neatly to intercept T'mund, laying a large hand on the slim shoulder that should stay him unless the child decided to throw a tantrum. Entirely possible.
Salenth looped over Chaoth, rolling through the loop and playfully batting some of the cloudvapors toward the brown with a slow swing of his tail that shouldn't be mistaken for an attack. It was almost like a lazy day of sunning at the beach. Here was where a more romantic dragon might liken Jingth to the suns, but the suns didn't spin and loop through clouds.
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Post by Rowana on Mar 15, 2011 14:37:41 GMT -5
Higher and higher they climbed, Chaoth's gaze always returning to the bright sun that was his queen. He was pleased to be noticed, even briefly, but he doubted that played in his favor. He hadn't had a chance to prove his strength and no one deserved a Catch until they proved how worthy they were. Besides, Jingth was even more beautiful when she was enjoying herself. He reached the clouds and Chaoth found himself rolling happily in their embrace. Jingth was right. They really aught to take some time to enjoy this moment.
A shadow blocked the sun, and Chaoth rolled on his back to see Salenth looping around him. The younger dragon chuckled warmly, flipping playfully away from the bronze's tail. Calm, even in flight, Chaoth was delighted to find some of the other chasers enjoying themselves as well. His wings itched for more exercise. With a pleased hum, he pushed himself a touch higher, banking to wave a wing at Jagjith. Wouldn't he like to come and join them?
Merridan strolled over to the group of men, arms held up behind her head. She beamed pleasantly at them, pulling her hands back to stick them in trouser pockets. So far, Chaoth was still as easy going in Flight as he was normally, so it wasn't hard to be relaxed on the ground. Even so, she found her eyes drawn to Meira. Cr'oph she remembered, but his move didn't bother her. So long as everyone played by Meira's rules, they would all be friends. S'rei seemed to have that well in hand, so Mer drifted back to cock her eyebrows at Sel'n and his pacing. She was confused as to why he seemed so undecided. Shrugging, she turned back to Meira, offering a small wave of greeting for her queen.
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Post by Tashe on Mar 15, 2011 20:30:16 GMT -5
Ismaroth was enjoying the pace of the flight and the sun as it beat down on his back. It wasn't too hard trying to keep a steady distance from Jingth without pushing himself, he was a big Brown arterial. His stamina matched that of a smaller Bronze and years of training had done a little something for his endurance. He of course, was probably no chance against Salenth in a long distance race, but what he had going was suitable enough for him. As Kaaoloth passed near him, the Brown exchanged the other male's croon for a rumble of his own. He rolled to sweep downward, zipping over the Brown's back with a playful flick of his tail. Climbing upward when he cleared Kaaoloth Ismaroth drifted into the clouds, his wingtips making tracks through the condensed water as they passed through it. This was nice. He was actually having fun, and although he would have liked to completely forget about the other males... he couldn't. No matter how much Jingth asked of them, they were all still opponents in a competition.
Swinging clear of one cloud to barrel roll into another, Ismaroth called to Mavenath as he passed beneath him. He drifted off to the right, surfacing and diving, like a dolphin jumping in and out of water. Extending his claws as he surfaced, the Brown dragged them through the cloud stuff, watching as the particles swirled and parted where he touched them. If you could even call it touching. In reality there really wasn't anything there to touch, but still, it was interesting to watch. Pumping his wings so he could reaffirm his sight line on Jingth, Ismaroth let himself glide easily on the stronger air currents.
E'rro crouched slightly as Meira looked at him, relaxing as her oh so neutral expression turned in favor of a smile. What she gave, she received from him, although perhaps none of the awkwardness was there. Instead, it had been replaced with playfulness. Had Cr'oph not stepped forward first, the Brown would have proposed a game. Wouldn't that be fun? He hesitated for a moment before speaking, not wanting to entirely butt into Meira's interaction with the Bronze though if he did it wouldn't be much skin off of his back. He wanted Meira too you know. "Maybe... tag would be fun?" E'rro had a little trouble formulating the words, having to fight a certain sense of primalness to command his vocal chords. Rubbing the back of his neck, he smiled, hoping she wouldn't harshly reject his idea.
(Meanwhile, Thross had scooted a little so Echo could land, preening himself and then her as she complained. Silly humans and large greenblood things. Everyone was brainaddled for certain.)
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Post by Avu on Mar 16, 2011 16:54:49 GMT -5
They amused her—Jagjith was the youngest, wasn’t he, and he hadn’t even loosened up at all. Silly; didn’t he see the others were all enjoying themselves? Jingth looped backwards through a cloud towards the young brown, dipping her wing to him as she curled around him—not close enough to touch or be touched, though; she wasn’t that careless. But still, if the others couldn’t entice him to play, or dance, or relax, like Salenth and Chaoth, or he couldn’t on his own like the others, then maybe she could. Her croon was less flirtatious, more playful, as she veered away from him again. He was here for her, wasn’t he?
Jingth didn’t linger, though; her speed picked up as she breezed upwards, twisting to gain altitude. Although she gave no quarter on speed, though, the path she chose was not a particularly difficult one, the gold allowing the wind to carry her. Still wanted to enjoy herself, wasn’t selfish enough to take that away from them. She decorated her flight path as she started to level off, a series of loose twists and curls designed to take her in entirely new directions after each one, but ever upwards. Wasn’t quite sure where there was to go after up, but Jingth supposed that would come later, the detailed planning of her next move; right now she was still thrilling in flying, in having such lovely males flying with her.
She regarded Cr’oph’s outstretched hand with a small quirk of her lips, considering. To dance, or not to dance—E’rro’s quick follow-up to the suggestion had Meira twisting towards him, pondering the two options with a careful deliberation—at least, until T’mund’s attempt at…something, and S’rei’s interception of the youngest. “Thank you,” she told S’rei solemnly, before she turned to T’mund, frowning at him. “If you want to fight, you’ll do it on your own time, not mine.” The words came out sharper than she’d intended, the confidence of authority entirely her dragon’s. The slow, thoughtful glance that crossed back to Cr’oph, too, was more of Jingth’s than hers; she reached out to take his hand, spun them so she was on the outside of the group of men (plus a Mer, to whom she flickered a brief smile).
The kiss she brushed across Cr’oph’s cheek required her bouncing onto her tiptoes, the touch brief, chaste, before she disengaged her grasp on his hand, stepped away again. “You’re It,” she told him, glance flicking briefly back to E’rro, the flash of a smile for him. If T’mund had been jealous or whatever it had been (she was inclined to think jealousy—thank you, Jingth), then it only made it fair to include them all, didn’t it? She reached out only to push Cr’oph lightly back in the directions of the others—refused to let this be a two-person only game.
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Post by Rei on Mar 16, 2011 23:22:31 GMT -5
Mavenath watched Jingth interact with Jagjith with no small amount of amusement. It was interesting to watch her have to entice the brown to try and play with her. Like a human trying to entice a canine with the promise of food. Should the young brown not already be begging for a chance to catch her attention? It seemed like the male had accomplished such simply by being stiff. Pity. The large bronze rolled through a cloud, the condensed water clinging to his hide and making his bright hide seem ever more metallic. He was already a good distance above the golden beauty and so he simply performed a lazy circle as she watched her. Waiting for her to make her next move as the other males cavorted below as well. Despite the faster pace to the flight Mavenath was finding it rather easy to keep up. Then again he had never had is considerable endurance challenged in a flight. Not yet.
As Jingth started her looping rise the large male let her gain altitude on him before turning neatly and powering upwards after her glowing form a slight rotation to his own climb. Not for Mavenath was following from directly behind. Instead he stayed to her left and with a sudden burst of speed attempted to match her height for a moment with a playful croon. Would she perhaps like to race?
Cr’oph saw T’mund’s charge from the corner of his eye and he took his eyes off the gold for a split second in case he needed to protect himself. But it seemed Salenth (or was it S’rei?) had things well in hand. Not totally gone was the bronzer like some of the others. But the queen flight was wearing on his ability to keep the bronze completely at bay. A little of Mavenath bleeding in bit by bit. Green flights were easy to keep his head mostly. This was different. He had to work. Work that was almost unraveled as Meira took his hand and they pivoted to the outside.
A soft yet pleased croon left this lips at the brief kiss to his cheek. He let her draw back unmolested but not before giving her leaving hand a brief squeeze. A playful glance was given the gold as she shoved him before he took stock of his opponents. Hmm. Baby wanted so badly to play did he? Well then he could join the game. With a graceful glide that was actually Cr’oph’s normal walk be approached the lose grouping of other males and suddenly surged forward tapping T’mund on the shoulder. “You’re it.”
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Kaaoloth had made up his bit of lost ground as Jingth circled around Jagjith. Steadying his wings into an easy glide he tilted his head to view some of the others before performing a slow roll. Leveling out he winged closer to Chaoth matching the other brown wing stroke for wing stoke for a moment before banking left and then surging upwards as Jingth began to climb again. Still faster the gold was moving and the large brown increased his speed again to suit her. One thing was for certain she certainly wasn’t making it exactly easy on them despite the over all easygoing feeling to the flight.
Where Jingth decorated her flight with easy tricks the older male simply powered upwards at an easy angle. She was going up after all. Eventually she would level out. His instincts proved to be right after all and Kaaoloth leveled out above Jingth but still behind the glimmering beauty by a length or two. Here he caught a wind and let it carry him along for a few moments. Using it to give his wings a brief respite before winging after her again. A brief glance was give to the other males ranging on all sides and altitudes before his attention turned to the still playing gold. At the very least she was definitely enjoying herself.
Sel’n continued to pace as he watched the interactions of the other chasers. His pacing carrying him subtly closer and closer to the group. The failed attempt at an altercation from the youngest chaser was regarded with slight disapproval. It seemed as if Salenth and Jingth had things well in hand however. Finally Sel’n drew close enough to the grouping to actually look like a part of it but he still kept a perhaps wary distance and it seemed for good reason too as Mavenath sprung forward to tap Jagjith on the shoulder. The tap seemed to be all in play though as the bronze scrambled aside leaving the young brown to stand there, the others (Sel'n included) awaiting his next move.
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Post by Rowana on Mar 17, 2011 8:50:20 GMT -5
It was as though even the clouds wanted to play with Jingth, Chaoth though happily. He ducked underneath Jagjith as she passed over head, crooning as he went. He banked around another cloud, returning to follow the queen's path. His instincts wanted him to prove his strength and worth, but his mind didn't see why he couldn't enjoy himself as well. Even fun tricks would show how hard work and practice made strong flyers.
Slow, steady beats of his wings allowed Chaoth to rise higher after Jingth. Feeling the thrill of flight and of the chase, he tilted onto the tip of one wing. Chuckling, he rolled over in a slow spin, catching bits of cloud as he went. He leveled off, glancing to give Mavenath a dragon grin. A race might be a fine idea, if Jingth wished it. He hoped the bronze was up to the challenge, though, because Chaoth wouldn't back down easily.
Merridan rolled her eyes at T'mund and his apparent jealousy. Really, she saw no need for such actions when it was Meira who decided in the end. She watched a little sadly as the woman danced away with Cr'oph. Surely she wasn't choosing already? Then Cr'oph was back and Mer chuckled at the reason. So they were playing a game? She hoped T'mund was ready for a good chase. Almost lazily, she drifted slowly away from the younger boy, ready to move the moment he did. This was getting quite fun indeed!
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