Tashe
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Post by Tashe on Oct 2, 2009 20:42:11 GMT -5
She had waited as long as she could, allowing her Rider enough time to hand of her hatchling. Three precious minutes. She had caused her to loose those valuable moments, but they were grudgingly given over for the sake of Kaegan. She had woken not so long ago, her eyes swirling purple and the lust she felt propelling her closer and closer to the edge of her Weyr. Streaks of red momentarily mingled with the purple, her patience had worn thin in those few spared moments. Tossing her head, Millieth caught sight of her Rider, she no longer held the hatchling, which was fortunate because the Queen could wait no longer. Launching herself into the Twilight, Millieth bellowed a challenge. Where there no males bold and brave enough to attempt to fly her? Surely the males of her Weyr had gone through enough that they could whether the storm that loomed on the horizon? The shinning Queen rumbled as she momentarily surveyed the dark clouds, the air seemed to be saturated with the smell of water. It certainly was not going to be a dull chase.
Wheeling around, Millieth drifted almost lazily over to the feeding grounds, now that she was in the air, her anxiety to get her Flight started had eased. There would be so much time to zig and zag, that she felt entitled to this slow pace. plus, she wanted those clouds closer to the Weyr before she really began to weed the weaklings out from her challengers. Diving at one of the herdbeasts, she caught it by the very tips of her claws before descending upon it. Leaning forward, the senior Queen rumbled again, but her elation was partially disturbed as Kaegan's voice appeared prominently in her mind. Blood only. Remember, blood only. She snorted. She felt too good at the moment to even attempt to fight Her's on the issue, blooding the first beast in silence. One, two, three. Each meal fell to her quiet attacks. Lifting her head from her kill, Millieth licked the blood off of her maw before finally leaping back into the air. The wind had picked up, but it wasn't strong enough to force the Gold to take her suitors to a more appropriate place for the flight. She continued to gain altitude over the Weyr, stopping only to bare her teeth to the world. Roaring, she called to her males again. The time to chase was now! But the question was, who was going to take up such a precious challenge?
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Panting slightly, Kaegan crept down the last stretch of hallway that separated her from the flight rooms. By now, she was completely consumed by the lust that radiated through her Bond, but only a few minutes before, that had not been the case. handing Kai to the closest drudge had been hard for her, but she felt better knowing that he would be delivered to one of her friends. She was extremely tired, but dragonlust would wait for no one. What did surprise her though, was Millieth's ability to show a small amount of restraint. Her Dragon had never gifted her with a few moments of preparation time, even if it was only long enough to free herself of her child.
But now that was all behind her, mere memories shadowed by the raw emotions that consumed her mind. She deer-hopped the last few feet to the door, before entering hastily. Good. No one was there. She was supposed to be the first thing the males saw when the arrived! She was far too lovely and kind to disappoint her chasers with an empty room. Pacing inward to the middle of the room, Kaegan/Millieth made a small noise as she stepped onto the furs in the center. They felt so soft beneath her feet. How was it that she had never appreciated the softness before? It didn't matter much, not now that the first chaser had arrived. He was far more exciting than the furs beneath her.
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Oct 2, 2009 23:14:24 GMT -5
And the first chaser arrived at the flight room, notably, at the very moment that the bronze took to the air with an answering cry, a challenge that was thundered, not to the gold, but to the tremulous rumbling of the heavens. No mere storm was going to drown him out. He'd been watching Millieth the entire day, refusing to leave his ledge, and even if he'd seemed mostly asleep he definitely wasn't lacking in energy now. Salenth slashed upwards, climbing higher, daring the altitudes briefly lit by the flash of lightning. The eldest of Selenitas's bronzes twisted, plunging downwards and flying just below and to one side of Millieth. A flash of underbelly as he rolled briefly to one side. He was a bronze and acknowledged none as his superior, but the senior queen received it at this moment...his strength was hers, to use as she chose - or not to use.
That roar had been his invitation to join her, and now he coiled on the buffeting winds, giving her room and admiring her hide that lit with each flash. Gorgeous queen. His jaws parted again, blood-stained fangs from his own brief blooding gleaming darkly in the twilit storm. This second roar was one of disdain. None had yet joined, come to chase the best of Selenitas. Were they all so afraid, so unworthy? He summoned them to honor her as she should be honored.
Another cry, far less deep, less overpowering, followed Salenth's. The brown touched Millieth's mind in brief apology. He was not worthy of her, the most beautiful shiny of all, for which the sky broke and thundered her majesty. Not worthy of her, but why had the bronzes who owed her their devotion, owed her the range of choice, not arisen yet? Though he could not match them, should not dare to chase her, he would stand in for the absent ones. Who wouldn't wish to twist, to brave the storm's raging, for just one moment of approval from the glorious Millieth? All this conveyed in just a simple brush of minds, in the tenor of his answering call.
The dark brown, so small only his color stood as verification that he wasn't a large blue, took off from his ledge, fighting the winds that were perhaps too strong for one as small as he. But after a few moments he found his stride, cutting into the wind at an angle, and he rose more gracefully, looping around Millieth and the single bronze who rose to Chase thus far. A flare of lightning briefly illuminated him, luminescent and faintly glowing in good health, his hide like polished mahogany. Then he again faded into the darkness of the storm.
He stepped into the room, the tallest and eldest of Selenitas's bronzeriders. The normally calm, controlled easiness - even amiability - of the man was absent. His eyes were intense, their color mirroring the swirling clouds above, shielded from sight by the stone of the Weyr. His movements were distinctly predatory, almost feline in character. For a man who could sleep through a green flight so long as Salenth didn't catch the green, the expression of pure ferality on his face - of approval and need and the determination that he would be seen as best, as most desirable - was somewhat out of place. But, in the end, perhaps more true than the expression he usually wore. Those who led wings at Benden...could not be so laidback as S'rei seemed, after all.
But his wingleader knots bore Selenitas colors these days, the same knots that adorned his shoulder, and his gaze flicked up toward where lightning crashed just out of sight. Shadow momentarily took his face, cast from the glowbaskets, and then he took a step closer. His gaze didn't leave Kaegan, but he went to one knee the length of one man away. She was queen, and that much respect, at least, she deserved. The hunger in his eyes didn't diminish, however, even though he turned his head briefly to watch the next to arrive. The princes of Selenitas were slow to arrive, weren't they? And this next one...most certainly wasn't one of those. His gaze turned back to Kaegan in open dismissal of the brownrider.
Said brownrider minced into the room, his eyes flicking around the corners nervously. He didn't skulk, didn't hunch...his shoulders were square and his head held high - as high as anyone so short could manage - as if daring anyone to question his right to be here. But it was clear he knew he was out of place, just the same, and that lent a certain reluctance to the bare feet that padded in near silence across the stone. Shouldn't be here. Not worthy. Yet...there couldn't be just one to pursue the lovely, the perfect Millieth. It was sacrilege!
And, as his eyes fell upon her, he forgot how he didn't belong here. M'ta crooned softly in his throat, drifting around the woman in the center of the room, admiring her from every angle past the veil of dark curls that he'd let fall in front of his eyes. Shouldn't be looking at her so directly, either, but how could anyone resist such beauty? Maybe she wouldn't notice his audacity with the hair to conceal the appreciative longing in his eyes. The young brownrider finally paused, one hand drifting up, his fingers opening and closing in a gesture that would have been a carress had he been close enough to actually touch her.
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Post by Rowana on Oct 3, 2009 11:36:24 GMT -5
This time Ruskeath was ready. He longed to chase her. She was like a golden star in the clouds. The darkening sky only made her shine the brighter. Where were all her bronzes? Such a magnificent queen deserved the best to come. Yet he could only see one. The brown hardly felt worthy of her, but he did not care. She was calling for chasers and he would answer. He feared no wind or storm. He would chase her through whatever weather. To the ends of Pern if she wished.
She rose and Ruskeath followed. His narrow wings cut easily through the wind that threatened to knock him sideways. He must not falter now. The chase was on! He howled with the cries of the wind, his voice deep and husky. He was coming! Let the weather try and stop him! He was not afraid! He longed to prove he was worthy. That he could match even the mighty bronzes. Only the best for Millieth.
"Sharding thread born beast!" G'tor stumbled on his way to the flight room. Not again! He had hoped Ruskeath had gotten over his brief try at chasing golds. He hadn't chased Hepaticath after all. But clearly Millieth still had his attentions. And in a storm no less! G'tor felt his mind melt away into Ruskeath's even as he drew closer to the rooms. When he was himself again, they were going to have a serious talk about this. SHARD IT! His last thought was one of dread. What if he actually won? Then he no longer cared. Kaegan was the center of his world, and nothing else mattered.
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Post by glamourie on Oct 3, 2009 13:05:07 GMT -5
Millieth is Rising. Yes, I can feel that. You like her and Hers… If you’re going to Chase her, don’t try to push the reasoning off on me. You don’t need my permission.
That did not, however, mean that R’wign liked the idea of Checkoth chasing Selenitas’s senior queen. No he did not. It was true that he liked Kaegan. In fact he liked her very much; he’d liked her for over four turns… he’d used the word ‘love’ for a reason. But he’d been actively avoiding Kaegan since the Gather in fear of how she’d react as she’d seemed so… offended by him. He didn’t want to push her to be around him when she didn’t like him… he’d probably ruined their friendship forever. He didn’t want Checkoth to chase Millieth simply because if he went to the flightrooms, Kaegan would have to see him and he did not want that. He just didn’t. But he wouldn’t tell Checkoth not to chase Millieth – he didn’t feel right telling his brown what to do, when Checkoth was so accepting of everything that he did. So he didn’t tell him no. His fear came from facing Kaegan – not the belief that his lovely brown had a chance with Millieth at all. He loved Check, he did, and he believed he was the best dragon to ever hatch… but he also knew from experience with Millieth that she tended to be somewhat… snobby in personality; he couldn’t see anything smaller than a bronze catching her, and Check was very much an average brown in size and stamina, let alone personality. Nothing about him was particularly extraordinary in terms of being impressive. R’wign wasn’t afraid that Check would win. He was just… bothered by the whole situation. Queenflights were annoying enough without his mindmate deciding to try and catch the Rising dragon.
When in doubt, hide. That was his motto, at least for the moment. R’wign had wandered into the bathing cavern area of his weyr and curled into a tight little ball in the furthest corner, his legs curled underneath his body. He wrapped his arms around his legs, the steady swishing of moving water and thunder distracting him from the mess of feelings washing through him. Howling wind. R’wign liked thunder storms most of the time, but the idea of Checkoth flying in such bitter weather also made him nervous. He twitched despite himself, one hand coming up to rub his nose, and he leaned his head against his knees. Maybe if he stayed curled up so tightly, he wouldn’t become distracted with feelings. He’d managed to avoid going to flightrooms before but that was in greenflights. At least Checkoth was a brown and thus wouldn’t become totally lost in the flight. Thank Faranth for small mercies.
You’re sure that it’s okay? No, but go. Go before you’re late and make her angry. Please be careful.
Checkoth whined low in his throat from his spot on the weyrledge. His head swiveled around to look in R’wign’s general direction; he didn’t know if he wanted to do something that R’wign didn’t like, but he really wanted to Chase too. He liked Millieth, even though he was sure that she didn’t like him much, and he knew that His liked Hers… maybe she’d tell him if Hers hated His after she flew? He didn’t know what ‘hate’ was and he certainly doubted that anyone could feel something negative about His because His was amazing! But His was so afraid of it. He squirmed, twitching his wings, and then looked toward the sky. Heavy winds and rain was coming soon; he didn’t fly so well in storms. He squirmed. He’d blooded the previous night; just because he wasn’t a bronze didn’t mean that he couldn’t feel the intensity in the air as strongly as any other male, and he needed the extra boost: he just wasn’t as big and strong as his shinier kin. His tails both swished, and Checkoth leapt from the weyrledge to glide up and out of the canyon on a burst of wind.
Up and out he flew, before coming to land on the surface. His head tilted to the sky, waiting for the glowing luminescence of gold that would light up the coming storm. Her challenge was answered by a loud bellow not quite as impressive as Salenth’s, but for Checkoth it was definitely something. He wasn’t usually so loud. Part of him was determined to catch Millieth solely to prove to His that surely Millieth’s liked him as much as he liked her. He just hoped that she wouldn’t be offended by his bravery.
Both wings beat and then Checkoth launched up into the air. The flashing lightning helped him to catch sight of Behruth, his clutchbrother, and part of him wanted to croon in greeting but – what if Millieth took offense? He didn’t want to insult her, so he settled for twisting to the side, his tails curling together to balance himself out as he ascended after her. Salenth too was seen and he remembered the splash of water in his face. Maybe Millieth would be nice enough not to fly near the water so that Salenth couldn’t do that again. One could hope… but he’d never Chased a queen before, and he didn’t know what kind of things to expect. Millieth was much larger than the Elliegold, and he didn’t think she would fly the same way as a firelizard, so he had no idea what he was getting into. He just hoped she wasn’t too mean to him. Maybe. Hopefully.
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Post by Ember on Oct 3, 2009 13:18:51 GMT -5
Dsoleth's tail twitched as he looked out from his weyr. There was a storm coming. He could feel it in the air, could smell it coming. Yet that was not what the large brown was so agitated about. Millieth was Rising. Monitoring the bronze dragons' behaviours lately had told him that, not to mention laying eyes upon the great Gold herself. He turned his head slightly to look at His. Despite their bond the brownrider was still oblivious? No...In denial. How amusing. The brown rumbled but the sound almost seemed mocking. Was His not up to the challenge? Or afraid for his sake? Millieth's first call made the brown's whole body twitch. First to deal with His, then he could wholeheartedly Chase Millieth. No, he was not a bronze but for a brown he was slightly more suited to the longer, slower gold flights than he was the green flights. Didn't make him any more worthy of Millieth, but the brown would try.
As Millieth blooded her kills Dsoleth tentatively prodded at his rider's mind. Such a wonderful queen as Millieth would not choose a mere brown such as myself, Mine, he assured His. The brownrider glared. "Win or lose, queen flights are always crazy. And why bother trying if you doubt so strongly that you'll win?" It is only right to honour the Queen this way Mine. No matter what - "I say you're going to fly anyways, right? Whatever!" A second call and T'san made shooing motions. "Go!" The last word almost acted like the start of a race. For T'san it was. There was so little time to get to the flight rooms. Spice mewled sadly as the humanpet dashed out of the room and the brownpet leapt from the weyrledge.
Dsoleth tested the wind, let it play with him a little to get a feel for it. An interesting challenge but one he would weather for Millieth. Pun intended? He reached out with his mind, respectful and apologetic. He was sorry not to have answered right away, but weren't Mines funny things? He crooned in a low tone. Just a brown. Not truly worthy of her greatness but certainly more worthy than any of those bronzes who did not present themselves for her! He would ignore the limits of his own colour today and fly for her. Bronze and not bronze meant nothing to Dsoleth. Only the shimmering, shining Millieth meant anything.
T'san would have yawned tiredly if his reckless dash had allowed him anything more than a ragged pant. He didn't know where he found the energy, or where Dsoleth did for that matter...What the shards was his dragon thinking anyways? Sure Millieth was gorgeous, worthy of respect...Oh, there went his thinking. He could feel the shift beginning and thanked whoever that his weyr wasn't too far from the flightrooms. By the time he stumbled in his mind was gone. Lost with Dsoleth, the stupid striped lug. T'san shot Kaegan an almost shy, almost flirtatious smile as he took a place in the room.
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Post by mierce on Oct 3, 2009 22:57:47 GMT -5
The cluster of storm clouds overhead darkened with the promise of a rather interesting flight yet. Wind howled through the canyon and bristled the canopy of the jungle trees. Standing on the ledge of her weyr, Evrgarde watched the bronzes and browns rise to the air in pursue of Millieth. She had seen quite a number of Gold flights before, each time with a varying mix of interest and apathy. This time around though, she felt an overwhelming sense of interest mixed with… with… she frowned as she could not identify the emotion. Sort of sad, since her range of emotive abilities was already pathetically limited.
With a hint of suspicion, she glanced at Iorath who like her was perched on the edge of the ledge, neck craned out to watch the spectacle. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked aloud. His head was turned away from her so she couldn’t see his eyes, and she hoped to Farnath that they were anything but purple. The frown deepened when the blue’s only response was to life his wings as if preparing for flight. “Don’t be foolish.”
I just want to try, the blue pleaded, finally granting His a clear look at his eyes. Good, they were a nice shade of green. Vibrant and swirly, but very much not purple. My wings are about the size of some browns, plus my lighter body--
“You’re not going to catch her.”
Well, who knows~~ The green took on a slightly darker hue and for a moment, Evrgarde felt a shiver a panic go through her. Iorath’s snickering didn’t help calm her any bit, so she tried to take comfort in the fact that the blue genuinely just seemed interested in trying.
Scowling, Evrgarde spun around and stalked into her weyr. Whatever.
Pleased with having his rider’s permissions (reluctant as it may be), Iorath took to the skies after the gold, his large wings and lighter weight giving him the benefit of catching up to the bronzes and browns that had already started. Of course he knew his chance of catching her was as good as zero—negative probably. He also knew that Evrgarde, despite wishing to rise up the social ranks in general, did not wish to be Weyrleader; she was hardly fit for that position anyway. To the blue, this was purely a test to see how he would fare, and made a silent promise to His that he would not be consumed by any sort of vain lust.
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Tashe
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Weyrwoman Kaegan Dragonhealer E'rro Rider K'thay Woodcrafter E'iah Healer Raylanne Healer Ithanna Harper Zemaren [color=0BDA5
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Post by Tashe on Oct 3, 2009 23:42:07 GMT -5
Wheeling around, Millieth rumbled happily. There. The first chaser had arrived. As he fell in near her, the Gold tipped her wing in greeting. She knew this Bronze. Salenth was notably one of the more experienced Bronze, if not the most. He had been a King before, and there was no doubt he wanted to be one again. Using the dipped wing to propel herself into a turn, she passed over him with a slight flick of her tail. He was one to watch, not only for the chasers, but she would too. Salenth had been Aslath's, but now he might be hers... it all depended on who ended the flight. Arching her neck, she dropped through the air, spinning slowly before leveling out. Another cry announced the second male's arrival. Recovering the altitude she had just lost, the Queen tilted her head at the chaser as she climbed.
He was such a small, young Brown. Dwarfed by the Bronze who had risen moments before him. She had doubts he would even be able to ride the storm out, even without the strain of the flight. But, she was in a gracious mood, she would let him try. He obviously only wanted to bask in her radiance. Why shouldn't she let him attempt? He would know when to stop if he needed to. She straightened out from her climb before dipping her wing at him too, inviting him to try if he dared. The wind buffeted her so that she listed to the left, but Millieth adjusted so that it propelled her instead of impeded her. It was then she caught sight of the third Dragon, and then soon after the fourth. The first Brown, she did not recognize, but second she did. Millieth snorted, quietly wondering if only Browns (excluding Salenth) had enough nerves to answer her call. She let the unknown Brown and Checkoth draw closer before taking off over the Weyr proper as the rain finally began to fall.
She felt a mind brush her own, allowing herself the luxury of looking back over her withers she pushed back with her mind. It saved her the trouble of pausing to dip her wing. Five in total. Four of which being Browns. Millieth heaved a sigh with growing frustration. She should have known it was going to be an odd flight, the clouds should have warned her. Speaking which, was that a flash of Blue she saw? Did a Blue actually believe he could fair the flight? If she had doubts about Beruth, they paled in comparison to the doubts that the Blue recieved from her end. Under normal circumstances, a Blue biologically did not have enough stamina to see the end of a Gold Flight, but in this weather? Well... it was up to him. He would be allowed to try, but she did not invite him like she had the others. She might tolerate the Browns, but her ego and pride prevented her from giving the blue a second look. He currently, was not worthy for any more notice than a mere glance. Pumping her wings, the Golden Queen relished the feeling of the rain against her body, but only for a moment. Extending her wings, Millieth shot forward with a quick downward motion. Slowing down and speeding up, she taunted the males that followed with unexpected turns. First to the left, and then into the wind. Sure, she was toying with them, but the weather was too much fun to not play a little in. They could wait, and simmer. It would make the chase even more exciting later on.
Minutes passed before Millieth took a sudden dive, free falling until she was forced to angle out of the descent. Reaching out, she clawed at the tips of the trees before gaining a few feet distance between herself and them. She did not want to be extremely close to the trees in case the storm built up enough energy to release bolts of shining light. They were dangerous, and she would have enough trouble in the sky already. Barrel rolling, she dropped away from the tree line and leveled out over the swiftly moving river, letting the strong gusts of air carry her forward until she decided to pull up again. Climbing. She was climbing again, back up toward the growling heavens. Swerving to the left, Millieth lead her followers back over the Weyr, the main hall and the buildings around it seemed insignificant. Furling her wings she shot backward over the chasers with the help of a strong blast of wind. Dipping her wings and adjusting her tail, the Queen righted herself and headed for the distant coast line. She wanted to see how the others responded to her sudden and unusual change in course.
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Oh, yes. He was by far more interesting than what had previously occupied her attention. This man was obviously a Bronze, she could tell just by a glance. A name was vaguely drawn forth, she knew him. Or had at least seen him many times before. He was handsome, and obviously a serious contender. Flicking her head as he dropped to his knee, Millieth removed some of her offending curls from her face. Yes, she liked this one very much. Her attention was momentarily diverted by the arrival of another male. Pacing forward, the Queen gently encircled the Bronze's bicep with her hands and tugged slightly with a smile. Yes, she liked the way he had acted, but now it was time to get up. She trailed her fingers down his arm before leaving his side to greet the smaller Brown. Even shorter than she, he was. But she didn't much care. Closing the gap between them with a few bouncy strides, Millieth paused before him. Lifting her own hand, she touched his own. Offering him a smile before flitting away to pay attention to the others who had arrived.
Ruskeath and Dsoleth. But where was Checkoth? She hesitated a minute before prowling over to the first of the older Browns. Circling him, she let her fingers touch his skin very lightly, first over one arm and then his back. She softly voiced a greeting, he was a contender indeed, despite his generally lower color. Reaching up, she tugged on a lock of his hair before fleeing happily away. He was younger compared to Salenth, but he was strong and was probably going to last a good while. Speaking of strong chasers... Millieth promptly planted herself in front of Dsoleth. Tipping her head up slightly she stared intently into his face. Technically, he wasn't the last to arrive, but still. He should know to have been here sooner! Puffing out her chest slightly, she kept the stance for a few moments before releasing it. Offering him a flirtatious smile in return for the one he had given before. Placing a hand against his chest, the Queen crooned slightly before moving jauntily away back to the middle of the room. Four of the six... a good start... but greedy as she was. She wanted more.
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Post by Requiem on Oct 4, 2009 1:15:22 GMT -5
A wingdip. No, she didn't speak to him, didn't touch his mind as he had hers, but that was only to be expected. He was far too far beneath her to merit anything like that. Even the dip of a wing was too good for him, but he was relieved just the same, crooning to her out of happiness. He only wished to pay her the respect she was due, after all. And here she was inviting him into her dance with the elements! Behruth would fly his best for her, as hard and as long as he could, because she deserved no less. Then he could return to his ledge, content in the knowledge that he'd given Millieth everything he had. Yes. He rolled into the buffeting wind, struggling for a moment until he managed to get out of the stream of air. Behruth wasn't used to flying in such poor conditions, and was still young enough that he didn't know all the secrets that would help him. Still, he wasn't discouraged. Yet.
He was forced to go low, where there was less of the wind to contend with, sometimes going more out of the way than he'd like just because the increasing tumult of the rain and weather were obstacles to him where they weren't to larger dragons. But she turned enough that he didn't get left behind, still going in the same basic direction, and Ruth allowed the wind to use him a bit, looping and twirling, partly because it was something the other dragons couldn't do as neatly (save for the blue) and partly because it actually saved his wings a bit rather than straight flying.
Coming down toward him! He rolled to one side, swirling around her diving form and allowing himself to be dragged into her backdraft, tucking his wings tight to give them a rest. Had to save his energy as much as possible. It was strange, how her swift passage pulled him along, Behruth reaching out and clasping one of the flying branches. It was a Millieth shiny, one to keep forever and ever. She'd given it to him. He rolled into the stream of air over the river, dipping low and allowing it to carry him as well. Her warmth radiated downward, over his back as his smaller form was propelled at frantic speed past her. Behruth tucked and rolled as he passed beneath her, throwing himself sideways against the stream, one wing extending in an attempt to slow his progress. Up again? He whined softly. Up was bad right now.
Nevertheless, he followed her doggedly, still keeping relatively low. She'd prefer him to remain with her, even if he couldn't really brave those altitudes at the same time.
Salenth followed, giving Millieth her distance, but mostly playing for space because you didn't catch a queen. She caught you. Being right up on her tail wasn't going to help you much, except perhaps annoy her or cause you to be forgotten because you weren't seen. And wouldn't it be a shame if Millieth didn't see him? The flickering in the clouds above lit him in bursts of light, Salenth's large, lean form sliding in and out of the lower clouds, daring the flashes. They were higher, anyway...it wasn't that dangerous, but it certainly looked impressive.
He was actually fairly annoyed that no bronzes had come. Firstly, their ridiculous behavior might well reflect poorly on the entire color and diminish his chances. Secondly, though, was he preferred some true competition. If Millieth chose him it could be claimed that he was the only bronze. He'd rather prove himself over the other bronzes, but that was neither here nor there. Clearly they had wherry blood, too frightened to brave the storm. No matter. He had a queen to entice, and that was of most importance. It would be unfortunate to lose to a mere brown.
A deafening burst of thunder, and he saw her rising back up toward him from the river, Salenth rumbling a sound of approval that was lost to the raging heavens. He folded into a steep dive, spinning tightly and speeding down past her, not too close to be an issue, but still close enough to catch attention. He pulled up, using one wing to slow the spin, angle it into a tumble that somehow maintained a queer sort of grace in the flickering light, pulling up just above the water and stroking downward mightily as he whipped around, his tail scattering leaves everywhere.
Displays of agility were lost on the much smaller greens, but not so on the golds he'd been Hatched to chase. And, despite his superior size in comparison to the vast majority of bronzes, he was an agile creature for his size. Not to mention much more experienced in the skies than almost any other dragon in this hemisphere. He coiled, playing through the lower winds and climbing gradually, her sudden turn for the beach one that pleased him. Water had such interesting effects on the air currents, and in this storm...
Salenth dropped the playfulness and powered forward, flying straight and ignoring the currents that got in his way, tried to throw him back or to the side. He merely rolled with them, shooting through. A display of strength even the larger of the browns wouldn't be able to match. After over twenty-five turns, he knew how to show off his assets. Prove that he was the mate that she wanted.
The bronzerider's nostrils flared, watching her as she approached. His eyes half-lidded in invitation, his body still but not stiff. Fluid in its lack of motion, suggesting that it could - would - be moving in an eyeblink if that was what was needed. He didn't do the choosing here, his neck arching as he turned his head slightly to the side, the light playing off the strong profile. Deliberate? Definitely. Her hands on his bicep drew a quiet mix of growl and purr from his throat, the man rising as if she were tugging at a cloud instead of a man twice her size. The movement was just as fluid as his previous ones, his far shoulder rising first, causing the shirt to slip partially down the shoulder attached to the bicep she clutched at. It produced an involuntary clenching of muscles in his arm, but even that was unlikely to be coincidence. There was an amused hunger behind his gaze that suggested that much at least.
He watched her flit away, casually reaching over to the fabric that had slipped, drawing it back up over his shoulder as she turned back, coming toward him as he knew she would. Of course the other males must be acknowledged. They, at least, had come to honor her, even if they clearly didn't know how to do it properly. But as to why she had to return...that was obvious. The furs were still over here, near him. Conniving? Yes, but he didn't intend to lose. He smiled at her, a brief flash of teeth that was part appreciation, part purely bestial. Welcome back, queenie.
M'ta still stood frozen, even after all the time she'd taken to greet the other browns that had followed him into this unlikely place. Only when she turned back did he snap out of it. Touched. Touched. And so lightly, too. More than he could have hoped for. His arm finally fell, his other hand clutching the wrist, bringing it into his chest almost as if it were her. But of course, in a way, it was, since it was what had been touched. A blush colored his cheeks, mostly hidden by the dim light and the hair, but not completely. The quickened pace of his breaths were not so easy to hide.
He watched her longingly, edging slightly forward, wanting another touch but not daring to ask. Not even by lifting his arm again. After all, now it would be obvious why he did it - before he hadn't expected her to respond to him. Didn't want to anger her, because then she might not...want...him around anymore.
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Post by Lotty on Oct 4, 2009 11:33:03 GMT -5
Better late than never one could suppose, but if you were to ask Mi'rah this was all a really, really, bad idea. In fact, for him it would have been better if Kierjaarth never joined at all, but you know how that goes. It wasn't just the pull of a bronze's desires and arrogance that had the dragon on high alert, it was a vicious rebellious streak in him. There was a particular system that Mi'rah had, he very rarely joined the goldflights in Benden; he claimed it as a sign of his loyalty, a way of telling C'leon that he would never try and challenge him, which is exactly what the other man wanted. On Mi'rah's side he got to keep control of at least one part of his life, he wasn't a very big fan of losing himself to lust, something he just tolerated in the case of greenflights, but avoided when he could with the golds. Nevertheless, for many turns this system had a way of working out. For the rider, not so much for the dragon. That side of the pair wanted to stretch his wings and do something he hadn't in such a long, long time.
Salenth wouldn't be the only bronze to chase, and Millieth would get her wish for more. Aiming to please was what Mi'rah and Kierjaarth were all about after all.
It was raining, it was pouring, and Kierjaarth was roaring in response to the queen's challenge. It was a bit belated, but his fervent, throaty display would surely be welcomed - it had to be. Louder than the coming storm, he let loose again, just incase the first call was lost in rumbling of thunderheads and wingbeats. Rearing up onto his hindlegs he saw Millieth and her unworthy followers circle again around the weyr. His eyes spoke something of devious plotting amongst those shades of royal purple, the blood of slain herdbeast curling around his maw like warpaint. It is then that he sprung into action, wings catching the air as he launched himself skyward to join in the pursuit. These other dragons, they would not go unchallenged, the gilded lady would be his.
He fell in with the other dragons right before Millieth took her dive, and followed her daredevil antics without even a flinch, not a single moment of hesitation. Devotion. He could show her that, he could follow her moves to make up for his slight tardiness. It was all Mi'rah's fault afterall, but even he was charged with Kierjaarth's undaunted courage when in the throws of flight lust. It was his trapped gaze on her that saved him. Careful consideration of her breakneck maneuver kept him in the race, turning on a wingtip and slingshotting himself towards the queen yet again.
Speaking of the rider, he was on his way to the flight rooms, and would normally feel quite uncomfortable entering any room late, but by the time he had gotten there...well he wasn't himself at all. He was flushed with desire, mouth twisted into a sleazy grin that was very un-like his usual cherub innocence. Each step, every movement was a calculated, deliberate motion. No more Mr. Nice Guy, no more stuttering. In this state even someone he normally respected like S'rei was just a half rate charlatan, and don't even get him started on those sorry brownriders. He leaned in the entrance of the flight room, lingering for a second, hand smoothing down the side of the wall, relishing the heightened sensation of touch. He gave a cruel flicker of disdain for the other men, marking them as enemies and competition until he settled on the one he wanted. Millieth.
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Post by Ember on Oct 4, 2009 13:03:15 GMT -5
Millieth had accepted him as a chaser, of that the brown was certain. Why else would she wait that one little moment before she truly started the flight? Dsoleth took a quick look at his rivals, his competetion and snorted. This was...a sad turn out for such a glorious queen. A single bronze and four browns? He'd have to truly give it his all to do the queen proper honour. So as the rain fell the brown let a stray gust assist him and flew after Millieth. A storm. Was that why the bronzes were absent? Hah, well Dsoleth was not afraid of some little storm with the senior queen to lead them through it! A sudden presence in his mind elated him. It had been brief but he was certain that it had been Millieth. The gorgeous queen looked behind her at the chasers and the brown cherished the glance, no matter how small and indirect.
The antics of the queen received excited approval from Dsoleth, though he didn't bother to vocalize such thoughts. They would be ignored. Millieth already knew how wonderful she was. This was to prove which of the males best suited her! She could test them and taunt them all she wanted to find out which one would be hers. Some would not even be worthy of a second thought and the brown hoped to impress enough to at least make her think twice! Unlike that poor blue who had joined that chase. He was of no threat at all though the brown did admire the little blue's courage to chase. Queens simply weren't caught by blues though. Oh! Downward now. He liked down. Although it seemed like Salenth had taken his trick...Nontheless he'd leave the comparisons to Millieth. As he twisted into a gently spinning dive he saw flashes of the treeline approaching. What was it with females and passing by the forest?
The large brown broke out of his dive just in time then hastily pulled up. Trees were dangerous for two reasons. The storm and the simple fact that they made a very bad landing ground. His tail whipped the sky as he was lead over the river, a fuzzy memory of fishing in the rushing water. Fuzzy because is mind was currently focused mostly on Millieth. Perhaps if she chose him she could teach her about fishing, hmm? He couldn't get ahead of himself though. First to prove himself against the bronze...bronzes. Another had joined? Interesting. He beat his wings powerfully, using the wind to aid him when he could, to rise after the queen. He was not fond of going up but he'd do it for Millieth. She deserved his best effort after all. Suddenly she was over him and then beind him. Mm. He performed a quick loop, twiting part way through so that he'd be facing the right way. It cost him a bit of time but it was showy and he hoped she noticed. Ignoring the way Salenth burst through the air currents, Dsoleth aimed for a little more finesse. He played the currents with six turns of skills acquired from dodging Thread.
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T'san was torn between amusement and shame as the queen left the others present and stood directly in front of him. His breath stopped as he awaited her judgment, for it was only hers that mattered. If she deemed him unworthy now he could do little to change that fact. The air escaped his lungs in contented sigh that turned into a longing whine. Such a wonderful smile! The physical contact sent his heart into a frenzy of wild pounding and he let out a soft growl as she left. He could not do that. He was not so young that he should act like a kid with his first crush!
He admired her form as she returned to her place in the middle. Yes, the center of all their attentions...that suited her well. T'san felt himself take a more confident and strong stance. He'd been accepted in this chase so now was the time to prove himself worthy of the chance she'd given him.
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Post by glamourie on Oct 4, 2009 13:10:11 GMT -5
Nervous anxiety had Checkoth squirming ever-so-slightly in the air; not that it was noticeable thanks to the rough winds, but he was worried. He could feel the reluctant anxiety of His slowly ebbing away, but with that came a feeling that wasn’t normal for Checkoth; the word for it would have been ‘vanity’ except that the brown was modest enough to push most of that away. His personality melding with R’wign’s resulted in oodles more self-confidence. Perhaps that mixture was the only thing that kept him from dropping out of the flight at the sight of so many more chasers. He couldn’t hope to even earn a flick of attention from Millieth – or so Checkoth believed – but the part of him that was R’wign was just conceited enough to think he was much better than them. It was an unusual sensation, since R’wign did not normally lose himself in flights and it was split enough for Checkoth and R’wign both to notice it (so the transition of minds melting together wasn’t complete – they weren’t one, they were just… strongly influencing one another). Checkoth was more strongly influenced than R’wign, though… perhaps fortunately for R’wign.
Because the brownrider had no intentions of moving. He was sitting curled up in the corner of his bathroom and though every instinct in his body was screaming for him to go find Kaegan – he refused. The idea of facing her was terrifying. So he was resigned to stay in his bathroom, eye clenched closed, focusing on the sound of thunder echoing on the horizon. If he could keep himself attached to the Weyr, and the things that reminded him of who he was, he wouldn’t have to move. He was certain that Checkoth wouldn’t Catch Millieth, so it was safer to stay put – after the flight he could throw himself in the water or something; he wouldn’t need to find a Flightmoth. And he would be able to keep up avoiding Kaegan. Maybe it was silly – it was a Flight – but he wasn’t sure that he wanted to see the other Chasers pawing her anyway. He remained aware enough to feel jealous, which he knew was ridiculous. He knew it, but that didn’t change how he felt. His arms tightened on his legs and he focused as intensely as he could on his firelizards, most of whom were perched around him chittering. Only Ellie was gone – she had manners enough to respect Millieth and take off until after her flight. Never mind that a firelizard was no competition for a dragon – a queen was a queen in Ellie’s eyes.
Twitching his wings, Checkoth spiraled upward after Millieth; just as he was growing more confident, he was also rapidly losing interest in his rider’s nervousness. He was being ridiculous and he didn’t have patience enough to deal with his sudden self-depreciation; if he couldn’t recognize that he was the best human on Pern that was his problem. He certainly had never made any bones about telling him exactly that. She acknowledged him – that was good enough for him.
The quick drop made Checkoth’s gaze follow and he turned onto a wingtip, descending on his side at the most unusual angle. He wasn’t as big and strong as some, but the wind didn’t trouble him very much; he was lucky to have thinner wings, which meant that the strong wind gusts weren’t carried against him. Gliding wasn’t his specialty, but he could propel himself through the stronger gusts, and he took advantage to spin downward with his wings half-arched so that he didn’t fall too quickly. He couldn’t pull out of quick drops that well, and he wasn’t going to free-fall; he knew better. He stayed several paces above, leveling out over the tree tops, thus avoiding the flying debris with ease. The approach of the river earned an agitated whirl of red into his eyes that faded as quickly as it appeared, but Checkoth didn’t follow close to the water; he hated the river, he did. He settled for staying further up – further where the water wasn’t as much of a danger.
Salenth’s sudden, sharp dive caught his attention and Checkoth swerved, just to give the bronze more space. Part of him was actually competitive enough to be annoyed, though – he remembered Salenth as the reason he didn’t like the water, and Checkoth huffed. Part of him wanted to fly down and splash the bronze in retaliation, but most of him was too nice to do such a thing; he wouldn’t ever actually sabotage another chaser and anyway, Millieth deserved all of them. He didn’t want to be shown up though, and as Millieth started to rise again, he beat his wings faster to propel himself forward like a barrel. Instead of flying close to her though, he followed in wide loops that put a little bit more distance between himself and the queen, but showed off the water flaring from his wings in the process. He didn’t know if she’d see, though it didn’t matter; Checkoth enjoyed spinning and twisting, and the way the water flared off the ends of his wings like a shower of sparkles in the darkened storm was fun to him. Much more fun than just flying straight, but a little dizzying; must be careful not to get dizzy and fly into trees. That would be embarrassing.
His spinning took him straight around the Main Hall and he took the time to ‘buzz’ it, going around once with as much speed as he could muster. His timing was good, for right as he did so Millieth flew overhead, having turned around. Checkoth pulled out of his spin to follow her on her burst of wind; he was able to catch it and glide temporarily, but it wasn’t his specialty. He couldn’t fly against the wind the way that the bronzes could (and he noticed a second glimmer of metallic hide that indicated that another bronze finally showed up – about time; Millieth deserved as many as were available!). The shift toward the coast made him breathe a sigh of relief – for the moment. He hated the river, but the ocean he could deal with, although the part of him that was R’wign was very nervous. Storms over the seas were more intense than land storms by far. Much more wet. He knew that because R’wign knew, and R’wign was the son of a fisherman. But he wasn’t about to be frightened – even if those twists and turns were enough to make him nervous. He didn’t know if he’d have the strength to keep up with many more of those…
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Oct 4, 2009 14:58:10 GMT -5
The weyr was a total, total, mess. If a more disorganised, shambolic, state had ever been seen in any room anywhere, it must have been a child’s room. However there was one aspect that no childish mess would ever generate to this room, and that was the happily smiling, humming figure of R’aro stood in the middle of the chaos zone.
‘No, no, yes, no, yes, yes, and yes, and no to that one…’ as the bronzerider spoke various items of clothing were either pushed into the bags at his feet, or flung away to fend for themselves in the depths of the floor. Oh yes, he’d noticed the glowing queen, and this time, while the Flight for weyrleader was on R’aro did not intend to be found wanting. In fact, he did not intend to be found at all. No indeed! He and Idith were taking a little trip, just as soon as R’aro had his stuff together. It was about time he made an unwelcome familial visit anyway. The young man flicked his eyes up to the space that his dragon was last seen in, already strapped up and ready to go in case he should get ideas about going somewhere else without R’aro, only to find that the bronze was most definitely gone.
With a sinking sense of foreboding R’aro crossed the weyr and looked down, sure enough, there was the remains of Idith’s gear. The bastard had managed to get two good bites down in critical places, and apparently the harness had been easy to step out of from there.
Idith flexed his wings and claws, and bounded into the air, battling his way above the worst winds by main force, he was already almost inexcusably late (no thanks to his!) and there was absolutely no time to waste. None! The bronze trusted instinct to guide him through the clouds to his queen. She was out there, somewhere.
Through the storm the bronze drifted, winds tugging at his wing membranes, lightning flashes reflecting from his hide and making the bronze seem almost as surreal as his surroundings. Where was she? Had he gotten turned around somehow? Idith folded his wings and dropped own. No, there she was! Heading away from him. If only he’d been lucky enough to find her right beneath him…
Back to fighting the storm, then, for now that he had Millieth in his sights he would not lose her again if he could help it. The bronze drifted into the grouping of chasers, trying to look as if he’d stealthily been there all along. How many browns? Was that seriously a blue? Idith took in the competition with a glance. Well if they wanted a humiliating defeat, that was their choice.
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Post by mierce on Oct 4, 2009 16:01:28 GMT -5
Flying with the wind had given Iorath a nice head start, but he should have known better than to think Millieth would make the chase that easy. Curling his wings loosely around himself, he did a small barrel roll before unfurling them again, this time facing the opposite direction. The wind was blowing smack into his body but with all the strength he could muster, Iorath gave a forceful push with his wings and was after the Gold once more. He had to fight harder against the gusts than the larger dragons, but to him it was merely part of the challenge. The arrival of more dragons didn’t deter him at all: unlike the others who wanted a piece of the Queen, Iorath was in the flight simply to see how long he could last.
His weight was a disadvantage against the wind, but his size not so much. Acrobatics was his specialty and he used it to his advantage—whatever that may possibly do for him in this fruitless pursuit. With every change in the wind and rain’s direction, Iorath changed his angle of flight slightly to grant himself the path of least resistance while still keeping on the Gold’s tail. Most of the time this meant allowing the wind to toss him back a bit while he arched his back and back-flipped before returning to his route; a few times he dipped down to almost the river, creating small tidal waves in his wake. He called out in greeting to the Queen when she “joined” him in the river, but it was quite doubtful she could hear being so far ahead.
When Millieth began to climb, Iorath didn’t hesitate and took off after her, alternating between corkscrew twists and zig-zagging maneuvers, whatever would keep him going up and generally forward instead of back and into the trees. When she backtracked Iorath followed (this also allowed him to give his wings a break), only to find that she began heading against the weather again. His eyes whirled green, almost as if to say, “Heh, you got me there!” Twirling with the agility that he lacked in strength in comparison with the other chasers, he changed direction again, wings beating purposefully to keep himself upright.
Ahead was the coast, a particularly favorite location for him. He didn’t know what else the Queen had in mind, but if she kept her current course, he resolved to push himself to make it as far as the coast – with all the fancy moves he could manage in the storm – before calling it quits.
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Post by Rowana on Oct 4, 2009 18:29:19 GMT -5
Ruskeath's eyes lite up with rich purple. So many more chasers now! He felt the thrill of competition fill his lungs and heart. This was a chase worthy of a queen. He was sure she might have wanted more bronzes, but it was still a proud array of males. Salenth would be a challenge to best, as would any of the bronzes and larger browns. And one could not deny the agility of the smaller ones or the brave blue. Ruskeath dipped his wings in respect. Let them all fight the storm for the beautiful Millieth!
All thoughts about the others soon drifted away. His golden queen held his complete attention now. Wind threatened to distract him, but he held his ground. He would not let it turn him from his course. He turned and weaved, trying to keep himself behind her. She was so graceful in the air, like a leaf on the wind. It took all his skill and concentration to stay with her. There! She was diving! Ruskeath felt a rush of excitement. He loved to dive! Pulling his wings tight, he dropped to the ground, cutting through the wind. He was ready for the trees and pulled up with a twist of his body and a flare of wings. Such a wonderful game!
There was no time to show off, however. Millieth was already gone, away over the river and the weyr. Ruskeath pumped his wings, clinging to the momentum of his dive to speed after her. But wait, she was changing direction! Pulling up, he curved on a tip of his wing so he could follow her. It had been close. He was going to have to watch carefully for another sudden change. She certainly wasn't going to make this easy. The harder the better! All the more thrilling for the winner! With a playful flick of his tail, Ruskeath flew off towards the coast after her. Where they going to play with the sea? It was his favorite place!
G'tor hummed in pleasure. She was so beautiful, so gracious. He long for her touch and her affection. Her brief moment of greeting made her all the more desirable. But she was not his, and there were others in the room as well. He hoped he could please her, he flight had only just began. It would be a long chase before she chose anyone. That didn't mean he wouldn't hope it was him.
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Post by Tashe on Oct 4, 2009 21:33:48 GMT -5
The smaller Browns were holding up better than she had expected. Even the Blue hadn't given up yet. Their twirls and agile movements were not lost on her, and neither was Salenth's. So far, her males were doing just fine. Just fine indeed. Though, it was slightly annoying that nature hadn't been able to weed some of them out. It looked as if she was going to have to do it all by herself. She rolled to her right and in the process slowed her progress, letting the chasers get closer and allowing her another glimpse of the males. Was it her, or were there more... Bronzes?
It was now that the Bronzes decided to show their faces?! They should be ashamed! Letting the group of Browns beat them in a swift response to her call. Idith's attempt to sneak into the ranks of her chasers had not gone unnoticed. He was a Bronze after all, and what sort of Queen would she be if she didn't notice the metallic hide of the favored males? Despite their atrocious ability to react quickly, they were by default, not chased away. At least not immediately. She did not glance back again as she began to climb, fearing not the thunder that bellowed as if challenging her as she had challenged her suiters. She roared her response and continued to climb, the winds pelting her with warm rain that eventually grew into sheets of falling water. Even the clouds made it feel as though she was swimming through a river rather than flying through the air. This high up, even she was having problems with the air currents. Rumbling, she wove through the grey maze of cloud work, her glow illuminating the condensed water around her.
Breaching the cloud line, Millieth dropped down before re-entering, the thunder rumbling around them once again. The cloud cover gave her time to think about the males behind her. She needed to start eliminating some of her chasers, remaining in the clouds a moment longer, the Queen exited with her mind made up. She also couldn't battle the winds anymore, they forced her to drop down far enough so that even the smallest of her chasers had a chance to keep up. Putting on the breaks, Millieth slowed herself until she was gliding above the group, rising and falling to keep herself in the same position as they continued to the shore. Sharply turning into a downward corkscrew, the Queen cut off Inorath before rumbling at him. He was dismissed. Of course, she was only thinking of his safety... of couuurrse~. Pumping her wings, she broke through the group again and cut of Dsoleth from the others. He too, was dismissed. Also she had been happy that he had rose to Chase, he had not made an impression in her mind. Leaving him to speed forward, she hesitated momentarily under each of the new Bronzes, warning them silently that they could be next. The others had had time to show her a little of what they could do, while they had just joined recently. They better put on a good show.
Diving down, Millieth left the group of males behind her as she focused on the human built trail below her. It was a path well traveled by the Queen, her human half enjoyed riding the fourlegged beast down it. It lead straight to the beach. Following the winding trail, Millieth roared happily as she erupted out over the sandy strip, immediately soaring out over the storm tossed ocean.
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As her counter part dismissed the suiters so did she. Well. One of them at least, seeing as how the Blue failed to even arrive in the flightrooms. Slinking over to Dsoleth, Millieth crooned softly. She was sorry he had to go. But he should not be sad, he was brave for facing the storm! Touching his cheek, the Queen smiled at him again before pacing off to chastise the unknown Bronze for being so late. Of course, she made several detours on the way. Circling or running her hands across the other chasers that still remained. They had done well, so they deserved her attentions. the good kind at least.
Drawing up in front of Kierjaarth, Millieth glowered up at him. He should know better than to be late to a Goldflight, let alone her Flight. She might not know this particular Bronze, but she could tell he was older, and there for old enough to know things. Planting her hands on her hips, the Queen frowned as she looked him over. After a few moments of silence, she huffed. Well, he should be glad she wasn't booting him out! Spinning around, Millieth busied herself with inspecting the rest of her chasers with far more interest. Was it her or was not showing up a common place thing? It was not only annoying, but upsetting.
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