Shall We Dance? (Amith's Flight)

[weaving]

The position of Rukbat showed that it was midday, the perfect time for a nap. Indeed, Amith was sprawled out on her ledge in a rather undignified manner, her hide glittering brightly like an emerald embedded in the rock face as the sun’s gentle rays caressed her hide lulling her asleep. In fact, she may very well have been little more than a precious stone for she moved not at all, her chest rising and falling only slightly, as it is with those in a deep slumber.

Within the flight rooms above, Lennae was prepared. Her attire was hardly what one would call sexy, but it would be easy enough to remove when the time came. A shirt, clearly a man’s, covered her, falling just past her buttocks. At the time she had wondered how she had happened upon it, but she now found that thought to be inconsequential. Nothing else adorned her frame. She shifted nervously in the center of the room, feeling exposed and uncomfortable, though that would soon not matter once Amith awoke. This was the hardest part, this waiting for the flight to actually begin. She paced, fiddling with the ends of her shirt. When would she wake?

A shift in the light perhaps, or a stray breeze were what woke the sleeping green. Suddenly, she was alive, very alive. Lazily, sensuously, she stretched, unfurling her wings, arching her spine and flicking her tail back and forth slowly, taking her time to properly wake herself. Her faceted eyes remained shut against the glare of the sun as she stood at the edge of her weyr, testing the wind, determining the right moment to begin.

The time was right. She leapt, eyes snapping open as she did so, revealing the vibrant purple that signaled the lust of a mating flight.

She seemed to use no effort at all, the winds blowing her about like a stray leaf from the forest, carrying her higher and higher. As she ascended, she let out a call, a melodious query that drifted down into the weyr, letting all know that she was waiting. The green hovered there for a moment, allowing herself a chance to see who her suitors would be. She couldn’t wait long though; the forest called to her, beckoning her to fly amongst its leafy boughs. She would be home there within the canopy. Let those males see if they could find her there.

With a last call for those who might not have heard the first one, the green indeed made her way to the jungle, allowing the thermals to carry her there however they so chose. There would be time for hard flying later. For now, she enjoyed herself, executing a flip, a roll, twisting and turning whimsically in a dance that only she knew the steps to. Her males could try, but only one who could match her step for step would become her partner.

Within the flight room, Lennae had lost all sense of nervousness. A quietly confident woman stood there, eyes on the door, waiting for her suitors to arrive. Once they did, they could begin this dance.

[kysseh]

She Rises soon.

Dohulth's words, stated in so simple and calm a tone that K'von almost didn't recognize the implication of them, startled his rider from his comfortable lounging, enough that the brownrider sat fully upright and dislodged the flitter that had been nesting atop his head. Uttering a chitter of dismay, Dania flopped inelegantly into K'von's lap and squirmed, her little green body flailing around as she tried to figure out which way was up. The man had enough sense to rescue his pet and hold her against his bare chest until she halted, stroking her she immediately pressed against his warmth and began to coo. Lucky little thing... to be so easily comforted. What now? K'von inquired of his dragon, now that his pet was calm again.

She Rises soon, and I will pursue. the brown stated simply, and as K'von eyed the dragon from his spot on the bed, the brown began to get gracefully to his feet in a show of flexing and extending appendages. His hide was well-oiled, and the grayish tinge to it seemed more of a sheen than a false sign of age. He was not a showy creature, but he could not resist his little bit of showmanship now, even if the object of his affections was on a distant weyrledge and asleep. He could see her glowing and gleaming even from afar. She was young, he noted. Young and quite lovely. Yes, he would Chase her. You had best set down the little cousin and prepare. I am not waiting for you to be ready. Dohulth cautioned His, snapping out his overlarge wings and then half-folding them again, waiting with praiseworthy patience.

Sighing softly, torn between excitement and mild dismay, K'von carefully set Dania on his pillow and then stood, rolling his broad shoulders to work out the kinks. He glanced down at his attire and briefly wondered if he should change. His pants were meant for lounging and were rather loose. Quick to get out of and into, should things turn nasty afterward. Besides that, he wore nothing, which made him grin with childish glee as he wriggled his bare toes against the stone floor and then moved off at a lumbering jog toward the Flightrooms. Bet I get there before you're in the air! he teased his dragon, now caught up in Dohulth's eagerness to give chase. He liked Flights, he did. Not Phremath's, though. The last one had netted him the scars that marred his left hand.

She awakes! Dohulth proclaimed, exultant, and he opened his wings and fell over the edge of his weyrledge, letting the winds catch and carry him in a fast-moving glide toward the intended object of his affections. Amith! That was her name, though he knew not and cared not who Hers was. This lovely gem was his sole focus, and he gave a brassy call, flaring his wings to their full extent and dipping one to turn toward her. His large wings and greater size made him far less agile, but he flapped his wings twice to gain altitude and then executed an almost-graceful barrel roll, crooning loudly to let her know he pursued. His sounds became ones of mild dismay, though, as he realized that she headed for the jungle. Why?! He could not follow there. He could fly just above the treetops, though, and he resolved to do that. He would not let this lovely creature down by giving up so quickly.

K'von had sunk almost completely into Dohulth's mind by the time he made it to the flightrooms, bare feet slapping against the floor as his pace increased to a run and then ame to an abrupt halt at the sight of a quiet, confident-looking female. Young but not frightened. He liked that. His dark eyes swept over her form, admiring, and he stepped into the room and closer to her. Not too close, though. K'von/Dohulth was a polite creature and stayed far enough away so as not to crowd her. She would close the distance... when she wanted to. He could content himself with admiring from afar for now.

[Avu]

Rather ironically, it was not a dragon who next answered Amith's call to the males - it was a Salamandyr. To be precise, it was Stupid, and he was determined to avoid capture in a trunk and to pursue the lovely green through the skies. This time, he would win! The brown reared back onto his hind legs, his tailtip lashing in excitement from his perch on the edge of Corinth's weyrledge, and uttered a shrill cry. He was here; he was here! His frill extended, and then flattened in an excess of excitement, and the brown whirled, tiny wings pressed tightly to his sides as he streaked back out of the weyr, darting past his humanpet, tail lashing in his excitement as Corinth uttered a sharp warning bark. Pretty fly! he said explanatorily, though Stupid didn't linger, actually veering to put space between himself and T'rid as the bronzerider whipped around, eyes widening in horror as the brown's intentions registered upon him.

"No! Nonono, you little brat, get back here!"

His bellows fell on deaf ears, however, and his wild gestures on eyes focused solely on the dancing green looping in the sky. Corinth rumbled in quiet resignation, watching T'rid lunge after the brown 'mandyr and end up after a rather spectacular trip over a dropped pair of pants, flat on his front, fingers barely missing Stupid as the brown uttered a squawk of reproach, darting sideways and then out of the door. "STUPID, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! I...oh, shards..." The words trailed off into a groan as the 'mandyr's lust sent him reeling just as he pulled himself into a sitting position, fingers closing tightly around his bedpost and his eyes closed tightly at the lust as Stupid, whining his anxiety - what if he didn't get there quickly enough? - streaked back to the Weyrledge and threw himself bodily off of it, his voice rising in an eager trill as his wings flared out as far as they would go, his frill rising and standing stiffly as he extended his claws, trying to fly with the same ease demonstrated by Amith.

Corinth took pity on the brown 'mandyr, and, as the wind dropped him, the bronze dragon brought his wing about sharply, sending a gust of wind to Stupid. That gust was enough to send the brown soaring, shrilling in his utter ecstasy as he catapulted through the air, looking like some ridiculous projectile heading in Amith's direction, writhing sideways to take advantage of the thermals. As soon as he was close enough to be seen as more than just a brown speck, Stupid announced to Amith, Pretty see? Here! Stupid here! And then he uttered a most undignified squeak as the wind let up and he dropped, flailing slightly as he went, but fortunately, Amith's position over the jungle had the brown 'mandyr clinging to the uppermost branches of a particularly tall tree, squeaking his surprise as he realized the precarious nature of his perch.

No. No, no! This wasn't right! Nevertheless, it was as close to Amith as he could get, and Stupid wasn't quite stupid enough to think that he could fly without the aid of the wind, so he merely snaked upwards, tailtip twisting tightly around the tip of the branch as he swayed dangerously, his eyes focused on Amith as he uttered an adoring croon that was probably inaudible to the green dragon unless she had been paying close attention to Stupid. His throat simply couldn't produce the loud noises that the bigger dragons could, which, Stupid thought unhappily, flaring his frill - not in defiance, but in an attempt to be noticed - put him at a distinct disadvantage when he wanted his lovely's attention. A pity, a pity...but no matter. Amith was lovely and smart, and she was his friend. So she would choose him! Especially over that other silly brown who thought himself worthy of pursuing! Stupid glared defiantly at Dohulth, hissing quietly at him, though he didn't insult him. Not yet.

It won't work. You can't resist it. Corinth himself was having quite a hard time himself, resisting the urge to pursue Amith as well. Go. Flightrooms. You've used Flightmoths before, T'ridmine...don't worry. Just go! The bronzerider gritted his teeth, shaking his head rapidly, violently, as if to discard the thoughts, and, as he recognized Corinth's words to be the truth, he uttered an agonized groan. "I...can't..." Amith's will understand. "Not...not Amith...I mean...oh, shells, Corinth, I can't..." Go! Go quickly! Corinth insisted, his voice sharper, and T'rid, who would not have dreamed of disobeying due to the lust that flowed through him, spun on his heel, departing from the weyr rapidly.

The Flightrooms! Just ahead...the young man hissed quietly, the lust growing ever stronger as he approached his destination, his mind lost in Stupid's fierce desire as he placed one hand lightly against the doorframe, wetting his lips nervously before he stepped inside, his gaze seeking Lennae/Amith instinctively as he stopped in front of the doorway, watching her, though his gaze was unfocused, elsewhere...until...only then did T'rid/Stupid register that there was, indeed, another dragon in the Flight - Dohulth? The hiss left the bronzerider's lips even as Stupid hissed, and he glared momentarily, though his gaze slipped, as if drawn by a magnet, back to Lennae/Amith again.

[dragon]

Kindrith waited, all muscles tense and waiting. This one was not catching him unawares. Oh, no. He was well aware that she was fixing to rise. And he adored watching her sleep and glow and shine. But, oh! He wanted to be over there with her, and stay right next to her! And in his fascinated, obsessive watching, he never noticed that E'yan had also noticed ... and had securely tied his back leg to a tree as big around as his neck. Nope ... he never noticed that. He was used to his working around and on him, and thus paid his rider no mind at all.

E'yan, on the other hand, was not at all intending to let Kindrith chase again. Not after that last stunt he'd pulled. Oh, no. Not at all. There wasn't a single chance that he was going to let Kindrith pick another fight mid flight with another dragon. And he had used the three thickest ropes he could find, all twined together to make an even thicker rope. Hopefully, it would hold!

And then he had backed off ... hiding might have been a normal reaction, but being bonded to the blue, there was no where E'yan might have hidden that the blue would have found. So he just retreated to what he hoped would be a safe distance once the blue realized he was tied. And sat down and petted on Rascal. Rascal was a very worried little flitter, though. Though young, he seemed to be able to completely grasp what was going to happen when that big honking blue realized he was tied!

And then she was off! E'yan got to his feet and backed off some more, just in case, taking a now-terrified Rascal with him, as Kindrith bellowed out his answering call just prior to launching into the sky, taking his first massive down-sweep with his wings. The rope snaked up after him, and then suddenly pulled taught.

Kindrith lurched in the air, his head and wings suddenly trying to go forward without the rest of him. A loud startled squawk came out of Kindrith as the air was yanked from him, and then he plummeted back to the ground. It wasn't far enough to hurt him ... just enough to confuse him. That had never happened before! What was going on! And his leg ... and his hip ... they stung ...?!!

Kindrith thrashed around for a moment, getting back to his feet and launching once again, determined to Chase. He was yanked to a stop again by the rope, and the tree shivered, losing many of its leaves as the bulk of the dragon slammed into it. Once more, Kindrith went splat on the ground again.

Now he was pissed.

Thrashing around, he roared his frustration, looking around for what ever it was that was preventing him from flying. As he stomped around on the ground, he happened to notice that a thick snakey thing was chasing his leg. Stopping, he peered at it for a moment. It was still. Eyes swirling in clashing colors of red and purple, the blue looked around again. He took a step ... and the rope moved. It got his attention again. And then he noticed it was attached to his leg.

Growling his frustration, he attacked the rope viciously. Holding it down with both his front feet, he snapped it up in his teeth, and bit clean through it... even if he had to chew on it a little to get that accomplished. But then he was free. And once more, he took to the air.

This time, nothing stopped him. But the pale Blue had a trailer of thick rope chasing his hind leg, as he flew away. Trumpeting his victory, he poured on the speed to make up any ground he might have lost. He was there! And he called loudly to let Amith know. He was coming! A bit delayed, but he was coming! Kindrith would never miss this very important dance!

He followed her to the jungle straight away, knowing that she was going to dip into the trees here shortly, and then be quite hard to see from above. He was not going to lose track of her that easily, just because he had been tied down! No, he was going to be there before she dipped down. Beating his wings faster, Kindrith forced his way faster through the air, the rope snaking and snapping and popping behind him.

What was that infernal noise?!

On the ground, E'yan watched his dragon go, almost passively. "Well, Rascal, that didn't work. I guess I'll have to find some other way, before the next one." the man mentioned to the flitter, who only uttered a small peep.

Yes, he could feel the lust flooding from his dragon. But he'd felt it so often, and so frequently from Kindrith that it was almost normal for E'yan. And he could withstand it ... for a time. Patting his brown flitter again, he turned and strolled away. He might as well go see who all was at the flight room, so far.

[weaving]

She flew low against the treetops, darting downwards where the jungle thinned and there was room enough to fit between the trunks. She couldn’t stay here forever, soon she’d need to go up higher, but for now the jungle canopy was perfect. It felt like home, the branches welcoming her with open arms, sheltering her from her pursuers. Looking back, she saw only two, a brown and a blue, but she was not disappointed in seeing this. She was not a greedy green, demanding the attention of every male in the weyr.

Stupid’s voice caught Amith off guard. He was here? Chasing her? Her surprise turned to amusement, though she kept it hidden from the ‘mandyr, wishing to spare his feelings. He was behind her, crooning to her as though he thought he could honestly catch her. The green took pity on Stupid, doubling back sharply to approach the ‘mandyr once more. Hopefully it would also catch the other two who chased her off-guard. What she would do when she reached Stupid was unsure, but the time was quickly approaching.

Little friend, what are you doing here? She slowed as she neared him, but would soon have to pick up speed. Kindrith and Dohulth would soon catch up and then it would be very difficult indeed to get up past them and high into the sky. You cannot fly me, but would you like to fly with me? It was the best she could offer him. Were he a dragon, she would have picked him, but instead he was a salamandyr, many times smaller than herself. She offered him her forearm to settle on if he so chose, though he would have to choose quickly.

She gave the ‘mandyr a moment to decide before shooting upwards, her wings beating quickly to lift her up as fast as she desired. She couldn’t let her suitors catch her now, the dance had just begun. She crooned to them encouragement as she rose, knowing that they would follow. She reached her desired height and leveled off, only to perform a direction change, now heading straight towards her males.

Dohulth first, she decided, nearing the brown and circling once, close enough to taunt him but remaining safe from being caught for the moment. Her muscles protested such quick flying, for she was moving very fast in order to ensure that she wasn’t caught yet. There wouldn’t be much time left before she had to choose. For now though, she would play with them a bit more.

Kindrith was next, the green performing the same maneuver around the blue as she had on the blue. As she drew closer, the snapping of the rope caught her attention and she shied away, scared of the sudden noise. What was that? Glancing back, she noted the rope around Kindrith’s leg, her fear ebbing. The adrenaline from the shock and fueled a sudden burst of speed, sending the green ahead of her pursuers once more.

Lennae/Amith waited for her males to enter, smiling as first one, then two joined her. K’von/Dohulth and T’rid/Stupid. T’rid? She frowned slightly, trying to understand this and then giggled as she realized what was happening. Lennae/Amith approached T’rid/Stupid, offering him her hand. He wouldn’t win this flight, but if he wanted, he could join her as friends.

Before he had a chance to respond, she was away, away from them all, though as she looked around, she realized that there were still only two here. Where was E’yan/Kindrith? She frowned. Did he think it would be alright not to join her here? She growled softly, though soothed herself quickly. Perhaps he was delayed by something and would be here shortly. She hoped that to be true and settled for ignoring it for now, focusing her attention on K’von/Dohulth instead.

She approached the man slowly, circling him, reaching out a hand to caress his arm, shoulder, back….She let her hand fall and danced out of reach, glancing around for E’yan/Kindrith once more. Content to wait a while longer, she settled her eyes on the door to the flight room. He would have to come soon.

[Avu]

((I'm sorry if it sucks...I blame the cBox for distracting me...<3))

Another competitor, was it? A blue, this time - brown ranked blue, so there, Stupid thought happily, still bouncing eagerly in the tree's branches and snaking ever upwards, claws scrabbling against the rough bark as he clung, tail twining around the narrowest twig that could support his weight. He mustn't fall, not now - not only would it ensure loosing the Flight (because his size did nothing of the sort at all!), he'd probably be brained on the way down by some of those dangerous protruding branches. And it would hurt, and Stupid did not want hurt. Thus, he needed to stay aloft, waving in the breeze created by the dragons' wings. The 'mandyr peeped curiously as his gaze snagged on the rope tied around Kindrith's ankle. What was that for...? The stupid didn't think that having a rope around his leg would make him more appealing, did he...? Because it didn't. It made him look stupid. A stupid looking stupid - oh, the irony!

And - oh! Oh! The brown's bouncing intensified tenfold as the green neared him, his eyes sparkling with delight as she spoke! To him! Friend; she'd called him friend - he doubted Amith had called any of the other stupids friends! He cooed happily as she slowed upon nearing him, and her offer was seized with great enthusiasm, the 'mandyr throwing his weight forward just as wind caught his twig; with the momentum, he splayed tiny wings and made the leap, claws briefly closing on thin air, his stomach dropping as he frilled in panic before he felt Amith's foreleg against his belly comfortingly, and, trembling slightly - his rides adragonback had always been from the safety of a pocket previously, and Phremath had never gone this high - snaked down to her arm to curl around her forearm where the claw joined with arm, pressing tightly against the green.

High shiny, he murmured in quiet awe to Amith, blinking with bright eyes down at the forest below. He knew how this work. Why the greens favored him over the others, why they let him near them when they would permit no contact from the others didn't register on the 'mandyr; only the ecstastic triumph that soared in the pit of his stomach and made him wriggle slightly. And - oh! His eyes snapped shut as he twisted himself tighter still around Amith's wrist as the green shot upwards in an ascent that made him flick a lid over the gleaming eyes and, terrified and delighted at the same time, at the ground dropping away, at the green's other two suitors who were not honored with the same level of contact as he was - ha!

Squirming slightly, he turned adoring eyes up at Amith, daring to let the grasp on the green's wrist loosen slightly. Amith shine, yes. High shiny, he repeated, and then his tail tightened as the green turned back to Dohulth and Kindrith and the 'mandyr spat at them, taunting them with frill flared defiantly. Ha! Stupids! The words were spoken to the brown and blue only; he wouldn't want his lovely to hear them and mistake them as intended for her, did he? No, of course not! So Dohulth and Kindrith it was. Of course, Amith was smart; she might approve, but Stupid wasn't willing to take the risk. No. Scary though this was, he was still pressed against Amith, and they were not. So clearly he was the favored, no?

Well, it made perfect sense to him, anyway. But - wait, where was she going? Stupid squirmed backwards to peek out cautiously from behind her leg as Amith circled Dohulth, and, in passing, the 'mandyr daringly hissed at the dragon, tauntingly spreading his frill before the green had moved on to circle Kindrith in a reptition of the same maneuver. The blue also recieved a defiant hiss, and as Amith sped away again, he cooed happily. Amith fast, stupids slow, he stated, delighted with the green's speed. Once you got over the stomach-dropping, adrenaline-producing altitude, the whipping of wind was really quite enjoyable. He ought to do this more often...but ah; no allowing his mind to wander when there was a green to Catch! (Never mind that he was already attached to the green.)

She was giggling. At him? T'rid/Stupid cocked his head, blinking in surprise, but the slight hurt was dismissed as Lennae/Amith offered him her hand. A surge of delighted triumph that was entirely Stupid's rose, and he automatically put his hand up to catch the green's, but she was already gone, and he made a slight, bewildered noise in his throat as he blinked dazedly after Lennae/Amith as she made a displeased noise - a growl - and then moved to K'von/Dohulth. He simply watched, still confused. Stupid's elation transferred to him, though, and the result was a puzzled half-smile as he tilted his head, watching Lennae/Amith intently - and abruptly, he hissed at K'von/Dohulth, simultaneously, with Stupid. T'rid/Stupid spun to hiss at E'yan/Kindrith, too...but, much to his bewilderment, the blue was...

Not there.

How confusing.

[dragon]

Kindrith kicked his back leg a few times, trying to rid himself of the rope, all while keeping track of where Amith was going and following her. Occassionally at completely random intervals, he'd shake the leg again in sporadic shivers. But the rope stubbornly stayed with him, through all the twists and maneuvers that Kindrith pushed himself through, following Amith.

She was flying unusually erratic ... completely unpredicatble, too. This was not something Kindrith was used to seeing in a Flight, but he adapted easily and followed her back and forth. What in all the skies was she doing, anyway?? Kindrith never saw, never heard, nor cared about the little brown mandyr waving around in the treetops and crying his lungs out. His attention was solely on Amith.

When she paused to circle around the dungheap brown, Kindrith bristled slightly, entirely jealous and frustrated. What was it with browns?!!!! Why did they always steal his Queen?! But no! She wasn't choosing him so soon ... she was coming his way! Kindrith puffed himself up and made himself as impressive as he could manage, trying his level best to impress her as she circled around him. Twirling wing over wing, he stretched his wings out as far as they would go again when he came back upright, before reflexively shaking his back leg again when the rope tickled him.

And then she was off and away! No! No no no no! Kindrith spun on a wing tip, and pumped his wings hard and fast to go after her. My, she was fast! Come back! Kindrith poured every ounce of speed into his flight, doing his level best to stay with her ... this was something he knew that might just leave that clumsy, slow brown behind in thier wake for good ... if he himself could keep up with her!!

~~

Finally, E'yan send Rascal on his way to explore on his own, as he entered the flight room. Joining the other two men there, he smiled at Lennae/Amith. She looked marvelous, this day, and E'yan was more than capable of appreciating that. He has also noted that she had been looking for him, when he had come in the door. Which made him wonder ... was Kindrith actually getting somewhere, this time?

[kysseh]

What, by the egg, was that?!

Dohulth was startled by the snap of the rope and was momentarily distracted by unfamiliar source of the noise. Turns in the war had made him overly cautious, and his eyes briefly flared from purple to yellow, concerned that the blue on the approach was a possible risk to their green lovely. But no... no, he was not. He merely had rope trailing from his leg, and Dohulth whuffed out a bewildered snort as the lust once again overtook his focus. From his throat arose a warbling call, the tone a bit rough given that deep male tones were not always suited to that sort of noise. He was trying, though, and the gray-tinted brown thought that that ought to count for something. She was amongst the trunks of the trees, but he skimmed very low over the canopy, unable to go into the jungle's depths. His wings would snap off within half a heartbeat if he did, and a strong preservation instinct kept him up above the trees, crooning to her even as he realized she was slowing...

... for a little pet, no less. How curious, this green lovely was, and he pumped his wings harder to close the distance a bit, watching as the little speck of brown took up a perch on her foreleg before she moved off again. Ascending! He crooned joyfully and followed her upward with powerful sweeps of his wings, letting the massive surface of his sails provide lift for him with each wingbeat. Suddenly, though, Amith's direction changed, and Dohulth crooned in quite bemusement, not understanding the green's intentions until she closed the distance. To choose? No, she was merely taunting, and he crooned and took the opportunity to arch his neck and inflate himself a bit beneath her gaze, though he made no mood to grab for her. He was not so rude, and she soon moved on to the other. What was that hissing, that voice? Someone taunted him, but it was not Amith. He cared little. She was his sole focus.

The rope seemed to startle the lovely, and his rough warbling turned to an anxious croon, wishing she would not be frightened. She soon moved on, though, moving away from them, and he flew harder after her, his wings flapping audibly in his eagerness to follow. One wing dipped, and he snapped into a quick barrel roll, willing to sacrifice a tiny ounce of speed to show off his limited acrobatic capacity. Didn't she like his skill?! He could not rival the blue in agility, but he had stamina to be sure. His massive wings helped him to keep up, but the blue was unlikely to give up. Let him fight. Amith would pick only the best, surely, and Dohulth was offering her all he had. He spread his wings to soar, sideslipping a bit on the air to put him behind and to the side of her, just so she could get a good glimpse of him. He pursued her, though he could not match her agile twists and turns. He tried, tried so valiantly!

K'von/Dohulth crooned softly at the lovely young thing before him, rolling his shoulders a bit in an unconscious effort to loosen the excited tension present there. Her attention turned first to the little pet-creature, but patience was in order. She would turn to him, after she finished seeking the one who was not present. Ignoring her giggling and the annoying little-thing, he focused on the glorious, beautiful energy that was the young green he pursued. She seemed annoyed at something, and he made a soothing noise, intent on reassuring her that she was wanted. So what if there was one missing? She still had two admirers, and that was quite a lot, was it not?!

But, oh, she turned to him, and he ignored the other male present, so focused was he on the lovely Lennae/Amith that taunted him. She touched him, eliciting an appreciative noise at the feel of her fingertips on his exposed skin. His back arched, and he let out a sound remarkably like a moan when her hand drifted to his scarred back. Then she was gone, and he felt bereft, though he did not reach for her. That was not in his nature, to reach and demand. He would look and admire and wait, wait for her to come to him. His arms hung at his sides, palms outward in a small, mute gesture of welcome should she choose him. He waited. Patient... always patient and playful, given his appreciative grin.

[weaving]

(Major suckage but I'm in the process of writing a paper for class and I wanted to get this up for you guys sooner rather than later. >>)

He had arrived. Lennae/Amith smiled in satisfaction at the sight of E’yan/Kindrith walking through the door. She stepped toward him, reaching out to stroke him much as she had done to K’von/Dohulth earlier. She had such wonderful males here, wanting her, each lovely in their own way. After admiring E’yan/Kindrith for a moment longer, she stood back, putting space between her and the men. Soon she would be plenty close to one of them. Now it was truly time for them to prove their worth.

High above, Amith flew. It was time for a challenge, she decided. They were fine males, the both of them, but how could she choose between them without knowing their full capabilities. Already, Dohulth had performed a trick for her and she crooned back to him, approving of his skill in the air. As if Dohulth’s barrel roll had prompted her, she performed a flip of her own, followed by an agile turn on the wing. Muscles screamed against such movements, already burning from such quick flying, but she ignored their protests. There would be time later to float high in the sky, letting the strong male who would catch her keep her aloft.

Hold on, little friend, she told Stupid just before executing a flip followed by a sudden dip down and then back up again. Though in the midst of flight lust, she still managed to remember the tiny creature clutching to her forearm. She would not let him fall. He was her responsibility, her friend and she would let no one harm him.

She flew on, throwing in little tricks every now and then, encouraging her suitors to perform their best for her. She would need to choose soon, she knew this, but she wasn’t ready just yet. Soon though. The thought seemed to hang in the air, a promise to those chasing her that this would soon be over and one of them would have won.

[dragon]

Kindrith followed Amith through her twisting turn, determined to stay with her and win her. The rope trailing from his ankle whipped through the air, creating a high whistling sound before going back to merely snapping at random intervals, beneath his tail. Again, he shook that leg, trying to free himself from the ragged thing. The faster he went, the more annoying it became. His wings, shoulders, chest, and back protested loudly to the maneuver he'd just pulled, however, stinging and burning like he'd just received a bucketload of stinging crawlers under his skin. But Kindrith ignored it ... he had half a chance of winning this time, and he wasn't going to lose it.

When he saw the gyrations that Amith went through, following that, he recognized her as something he hadn't seen in a very long time ... a female who appreciated dexterity in the air. That ... now that was something he could pull off. And it was something he hadn't done in a long time, because every one he'd chased since arriving at Selenitas hadn't liked his shows of agility enough to pick him. They had always gone for the dunghead browns that wouldn't know what agility was if it slapped them.

Heart swelling with hope, Kindrith threw everything he had into that next series of maneuvers. He curled into the dip with a flashy tail-over-head roll, coming upright again at the bottom of the dip. Shooting upwards again after Amith's gloriously glowing form, Kindrith went into a spinning climb, wings snapping about his body like a big fan as he arrowed upwards. Twisting sideways, he spun out of her draft, and twirled through the air for a moment, before swooping down and back into her draft, beating his wings hard to catch up the bit of distance he'd lost in showing off for her.

Surely she had seen all that! Kindrith was driven like he hadn't been in a very long time ... he saw he actually had a chance of winning! And he wasn't going to give up an inch to that brown that refused to give up and admit he was beat... by Kindrith!

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E'yan/Kindrith smiled as he was greeted quite nicely by Lennae, repressing an excited shudder in his frame as she touched him. He lifted a hand to touch her in return, but he never actually completed the gesture, just smiling at her with shining eyes before she left him again, headed back to her place in the room. He followed her part way, joining the ring of other males there. He didn't bother to look see who they were ... Lennae/Amith was the only one important at the moment. And she had welcomed him in ... that made E'yan/Kindrith quite happy ... and drove blue Kindrith to try even harder, seeing it as a positive reaction, boosting his chances at winning.

[Avu]

High, high they were...so high! And always, always, faster than those silly dragons that followed the lovely green, the dancer of the skies, the owner of the sun's rays...nobody could say, ever, that Stupid wasn't creative - even if he wasn't usually, he was in Run - or was it Flight? - lust, and his adoring eyes lingered on the form of the green that he percieved as queen of the Weyr, to which no gold could ever compare. How lovely it was, curled around one foreleg - and he clung tightly, though the brown made sure that his claws never came close to piercing Amith's hide. He wanted to stay on, but he didn't want to hurt his pretty shiny! No, no. She must remain unhurt...absolutely must. He would bite anybody who tried to hurt her! The thought came with some amount of triumph, and Stupid frilled eagerly at the pursuers, trying to fill his self-promoted guardian role to perfection.

He'd just shrilled defiance at them when Amith abruptly flipped, the brown's shrill call dropping into an undignified squeak of dismay as he snaked his tail tightly around one claw, tightly, as his world turned upside down. By the time she swung right-side up again, turning on a wingtip once she was finished, all thoughts of being the guardian had deserted Stupid's mind; he just wanted to stay alive, please and thanks! The brown 'mandyr flared his frill quietly at Dohulth and Kindrith nonetheless, more out of habit than anything else; there was nothing but elation in him, and the 'mandyr cooed happily at Amith again, turning his head to rest it lightly against the slight bump of bone that served as a dragon's wrist, rubbing his cheek lovingly against it.

Hold - ? Hold on? The warning was a brief enough one, but it got the point across and Stupid latched on tightly, closing his eyes as the words registered upon him. And then the sky stretched out below him, the creature's stomach dropping as he tried to disappear into Amith's foreleg. So, so high, they were, and there was so much open air beneath him, and nothing to catch him if he fell, and - snap. The sound was perhaps the one thing that saved Stupid from entirely panicking; the sound of the rope that was attached to Kindrith's leg snapping in the air. Anger flared through the creature as the world swung 'round right again, and although his stomach clenched as Amith dipped down immediately following the flip, Stupid hissed loudly at Kindrith, eyes blazing in aggravation.

Bad enough that he tainted Amith's Flight with his precense - the same held true for that other brown - but he also brought a rope? A silly, snappy, dangly rope? Stupid hoped that some wild feline mistook it for a dangly toy. Somehow. NO BAD SNAP BAD, he scolded sharply. NO SNAP BAD! The 'mandyr added on a hiss for emphasis, flaring his frill widely, looking like nothing more than a dot of brown pulsing slightly on the green's foreleg. Is snap bad, he reiterated firmly to Amith, curling up around her foreleg and peeping behind her at the pursuers, flaring pseudo wings as if that might somehow help himself become accustomed to the fast flight, to the tricks that the green every-so-often performed for her suitors.

T'rid/Stupid was watching. Silently, contemplatively, he eyed Lennae/Amith, his eyes bright, a half-smile still touching the corners of the bronzerider's lips as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, always watching. The blue had arrived, and instinctively the young man's lip curled into a nearly inaudible hiss, disapproving of his late entry. If he had to insult Amith with his precense, surely he didn't have to come so late, did he? And half of himself - no, that was inaccurate, because part of him was also highly amused, a feeling that bewildered T'rid immensely. A third of himself was aware of an irritating snapping noise, and the desire to snarl nearly overwhelmed him. T'rid/Stupid bared his teeth, another slight hiss sliding from between clenched jaws.

Nevertheless, Lennae/Amith had welcomed E'yan/Kindrith warmly enough, and so T'rid/Stupid contented himself with the fact that he was special. Singled out, chosen. And they had not been.