Worse Timing (Mellith's Flight)

[Ruby]

Rukbat had only broken free of the horizon perhaps a candlemark ago when Kemma opened her eyes that morning. Bright rays had snuck through the blinds of the infirmary where they had been left open a crack. Reaching out to gently brush her dragon's mind, she realized that Mellith was still asleep on her ledge- slightly odd, as Mellith was usually up with the sun, but Kemma didn't begrudge her Green extra sleep, particularly not now. She knew that Mellith had sat up all night many nights recently, worried that Hers would slip away if she slept. Kemma, of course, knew that this was silly, but there was nothing she could say to get Mellith to sleep. Kemma was glad, for both of their sakes, that Mellith had finally changed her mind- it was hard to sleep with a worried dragon hovering outside your window all night.

Kemma stretched one arm, trying to avoid stretching her scabbed shoulder. She had been incredibly lucky- her fall from Mellith had really only caused lasting damage to her foot and ankle, both of which were still splinted. Even those would be coming off soon, but Kemma had elected to stay in the infirmary until then instead of hobbling the whole way back to her Weyr. Normally she would have let Mellith carry her, but Mellith was refusing, blaming herself for the fall in the first place. The infirmary room was certainly starting to chafe, but not nearly as badly as it could. Midnight had been her entertainment for most of her confinement, but even the little Blue's antics were getting old.

Reaching out once more, Kemma prodded Mellith slightly, slightly miffed that the green wouldn't wake to keep her company. Midnight was fishing, and Kemma was lonely and bored- the Green could nap later, and regain her sleep that way. Her prodding, however, seemed to have no effect, and she left off, turning her attention to the stacks of papers she'd had brought over from the Candidate Barracks. But suddently- through their link, Kemma felt Mellith's eyes snap open, and immediately knew something was terribly wrong.

I waited as long as I could... came Mellith's pained voice, seeming to collect and ensnare her Rider, making them one. Kemma sat up sharply and wailed aloud; the sound seemed torn from the very depths of her soul. Because she knew what this was, and why she hadn't been able to wake Mellith. Finally, more than a month after she'd expected it, Mellith was rising. Mellith was Rising, and Kemma couldn't get up.

The Green bugled her challenge, dropping off her ledge almost to the floor below before swinging upwards, dashing for the early-morning Rukbat. She would not blood- Mellith understood, at least a little bit, that this was something that for the first time her rider could not fully participate in, and she knew that this flight would be short, if only for Kemma's sake. So she turned to the sky, spending her energy on climbing, striving to reach Rukbat itself. This might be a short flight, but it would still be grand!

[Tashe]

It wasn't hard for Hokth to wait for His to help him free of his leathers, it had been a routine for close to two turns now, the Blue loved the time His spent carefully removing the straps. In fact, he adored any amount of time he could get with the girl, and he loved her more than anything in all of Pern. Though, any thoughts like that were kept to himself, since he didn't feel at all the same way about anything else... he didn't want the other Dragon's knowing he had a huge and vulnerable soft spot. /Rainmine, my hide under my wing is a bit itchy, can you oil for me?/ Sure Hokth, let me store the riding gear. I'll take a nap later on. Tilting his head slightly as Saraina entered their little living Weyr, the large Blue cooed to her. Poor His, they had just got off watch Duty when Rukbat had breached the horizon, and now he was making her do something for him. /Oh Mine, I am sorry, are you too sleepy? I can wait if you want to sleep.../ No no, I'm fine. Just give me a second.

Snapping his head to the side, Hokth felt the mental tug of a Rising Green, something he had felt before but never really noticed. But for some reason, this was different, this tug called to him just as the Green called her challenge to the Weyr. Unfurling his wings, the teal colored Blue responded with his own crowing call, stepped to the edge of the Landing area. /Mine, Mellith Rises! I will chase!/ Wait what?! Kemma's Green. /Yes Rainmine! I must go. Fly fast!/ Launching himself into the Canyon bellow, Hokth pumped his wings to gain altitude, he'd have to rely on strength for the moment since the air was rather still. The higher he got, the more updrafts there would be, letting him conserve strength. Swiveling his pinions as he dropped to the left, Hokth roared again as Mellith appeared in his sight, shinning and even more beautiful as the rising Rukbat. Crooning as he drew closer, the Blue did a small roll, trying to impress Mellith with his moves.

Groaning as a wave of lust hit her, the Bluerider stumbled through her Weyr and out the second archway, the one that led to the manual way of getting down to where you needed to be. It was practically common knowledge that the Candidatemaster was in the Infirmary, word spreads fast when something bad happens, Selenitas being practically a tightly woven tapestry. She only hoped that Kemma was still there, and was well enough to participate. Baulking at the sudden stab of compassion toward the woman she only knew through title, Saraina darted her way past the drudges who had Risen early. Since it was around Dawn, not many people were stirring, that is except the Chasers and the few who actually chose to wake up at this ungrateful hour.

Now, crossing the river was going to be a problem, somewhere at the back of her lust driven head, a warning popped up that she shouldn't try and swim across. It was far to cold to even try and attempt it. Growling in agitation, the Blue located a boat not far off, using it to row down the river and reach the appropriate Dock. The Infirmary was her first choice, it was only logical to start where the Green had last been, and if she wasn't there she'd try another spot. Mellith was going to be her's. Her's! Tying the wooden thing off with a rather shady knot, for it almost slipped her mind, Hokth quickly made her way up to the Infirmary, angered by the fact she had to take the slowest way up. Taking the steps two at a time, the Blue was panting slightly by the time she arrived at the top of the staircase, but she wasn't going to allow a little shortness of breath keep her from the Green she sought. Weaving through the corridor that lead to the Infirmary's door, Hokth glared at the healer who looked up, she wasn't there for them! Where was Mellith?

Slinking farther into the infirmary, the Blue searched for the Female, crooning quietly as she found her. She was beautiful, no, she had to be the most beautiful female in the Weyr. No Green, or Queen could even match her presence, for she was so astounding that they could only pale against it. Inching forward (but remaining at a respectful distance) Hokth shook her head, her short hair flying out at random angles, making her look a little more feral than normal. Mellith would be hers, she had to be... she deserved the best, and she certainly wanted her to think she was.

[shadowreine]

Mroth lifted from the bowl where he was sunning, his wings snapping outwards. He had not done well lately, and this female he was determined to catch. Determined. Even had Z'war been mentally with it, he could not have stopped him.

But Z'war was out of sorts, unfocused, and he barely even realized his blue intended to chase until the silent dragon was in the air. Oh Faranth. Not -Mellith-. Not with Kemma still in the infirmary, not with her probably too injured to.... "Mroth!"

But there was no stopping him. Z'war whirled, ran towards the boats, the river crossing, the infirmary, at top speed, all the while the human part of him wondered what the heck to do. She could not possibly be well enough for this, but the green...had presumably been unable to stand waiting longer.

Z'war-Mroth found the door to the infirmary, did not hesitate but charged in. Kemma-Mellith was here somewhere, and the lust was washing away all reason and compassion as he saw her, so frail, so fragile.

And Mroth was -after- her. She wasn't doing anything complicated yet, just climbing, climbing, and he rose in pursuit, his wings spread to catch every bit of the thermals that came from the bowl this late in the day. He did not fight the air, he used it. He had done this so many times, that even though he did not remember it, he remembered what he had to do. He remembered how to win, even if past mates were lost in the misty blur of dragon memory.

For now, Mellith was the only green in the Weyr, but once this was over, he would forget her. For now, though, lust-filled eyes were focused on her, and the discomfort he was causing his rider?

Unimportant.

[dragon]

Kindrith listened to the roar that Mellith issued, and turned his head to look. A half second later, the whole rest of his big sky blue body followed suit as he gracefully poured himself into the air. Spreading wings wide, Kindrith took to the air with speed. Warbling happily, he tucked a few tigt turns, dropped down low, and sped across the river toward the infirmary from whence Mellith was leaving. He arced back upwar again, as she rose, determined to not fall behind.

He completely ignored the other two males flying after the green. His attention was solely on Mellith, and she was the most beautiful green he had ever seen. He didn't even notice the running riders below him, making thier way to the infirmary. Speeding by overhead, he twirled to one side, and then back again, retaking his original trajectory in persuit. Warbling again, he called to her happily, swirling purple eyes filled with nothing but her rising, shining green form.

E'yan dropped to his knees on the weyrledge where Kindrith had so abruptly abandoned him, and looked down on the weyr. He felt the lust. It was a strong emotion indeed. But having just stumbled out of his furs, he wasn't quite awake enough yet to realize he should be going somewhere. Looking up again after his blue, E'yan blinked blearily.

It was too early!! What in the world was the blue doing up at this time of day? Scrubbing at his face, E'yan staggered back to his feet and into his weyr, yawning his face off. Sliding into some pants, he fastened them on and reached for his shirt.

Only then did it hit him what Kindrith was doing. Shards! He really was getting too used to having his system assaulted by the dragon's lust. Completely forgetting his shirt, he went belting out of his weyr, taking the steps down three at a time. The only thing that kept his feet from flying out from under him at that rate was that they were still bare. Reaching the bottom of the canyon, E'yan went sprinting out across the ground, barely making a sound as his bare feet padded across the uneven surface.

He knew where she was. And he would get there soon. But the part of him that was still E'yan wondered at the wisdome of this mess, and reached for his dragon to see if he could reign in the dragon and possibly stop him.

But, alas, this was not the case.