During the Flight- Fairamay Rises

[paryal]

Lying on the soft grass, Paryal stared up at the cloud shapes. Aezanth rested her head on Paryal's stomach, eyes half lidded. Her sides bulged with good food, and her hide glimmered with a recent oiling. All was well with their world. All was perfect. How could anything ruin this moment? Even Fairamay consented to join the duo, her body cradled against the gap that Paryal's shoulder and head made against the ground. The trio looked so comfortable that anyone looking at them might be tempted to lie amongst them and fall asleep. The day was so beautiful, with the slightest hint of fall crispness to the air. Mmm. Life was just perfect. If only moments like these lasted forever, Paryal thought lazily. Well, we have a whole day of this. Take a break for lunch and to feed and oil Aezanth, and then back out here. The night should be nice too. We could sleep out here if we wanted.

Suddenly, Fairamay bolted from her place by Paryal's shoulder, screeching in what seemed to be terror. She vanished /between/, going somewhere that only the fire lizard knew. Surprised, Paryal shrugged it off. Fire lizards were always flighty beings, and Fairamay had seemed to be on edge the past few days. About to fall back into her stupor, Paryal was interrupted once again by Aezanth sitting bolt upright, her eyes startling to whirl red. "What's wrong? Aezanth?" The gold dragon had lifted her head to the skies, watching with a keen intensity that made Paryal nervous. What was going on? Suddenly, the sky seemed to come alive, the golden form of Aslath bursting into life. Shards, she was going into Flight, and she wasn't doing it quietly. Even Aezanth felt it, her head swaying back and forth gently as she watched her older sibling take to the skies. There was both distress and something deeper in Aezanth's movements. She certainly couldn't comprehend how she felt, and it was scaring her.

Moving forward to comfort her dragon, Paryal took the full load of Flight emotions in a sudden burst. She had heard that Queen Flights were supposed to be 'loud', but this bad? Maybe she felt it more as a Queenrider, or maybe because she was a young teenage woman, and thus filled with her own lusts. Whatever it was, it threatened to overpower her. The Weyrling threw her arms around her dragon, burying her head in Aezanth's neck. She couldn't let the lust overtake her. The consequences would be enormous. Well, there were no young men with brown or bronze dragons around at the moment anyway, so perhaps she would be okay. A greenrider or bluerider wouldn't satiate the lusts that Paryal felt right now. Digging her fingers into her palms until she was nearly bleeding, Paryal struggled against what Aslath was giving to everyone. What were the other Weyrlings doing? How were they coping? Hopefully better than herself. Shards, shards, shards! How could this happen? There should have been some warning given to her, at the very least, but there was nothing, and regrets wouldn't help her now. Only waiting it out would do it.

As if to further add to Paryal's worries, a very clear image of where Fairamay was suddenly popped into the young woman's mind. She saw a golden form, flying high above her stocky green. Coming from Fairamay were powerful feelings of lust, of want. Why wasn't every male fire lizard in the Weyr chasing her? She was the ultimate prize, the disdainful female that HAD to be won. Paryal hadn't even known her precious fire lizard was an adult already, but clearly she was. The lust in Aslath's Flight had set off Fairamay, so now she rose and bugled as strongly as her tiny lungs would allow, wings flapping hard, beating the air. She screamed her challenge, and expected everyone to accept it. Why now? Things couldn't get any worse, and they had started out so perfectly. Clutching to Aezanth with all words beyond her power, Paryal tried to seperate the line that was woman and fire lizard, but her success at doing so was swiftly failling. One moment she was Paryal, the warmth of Aezanth pressed against her cheek; the next moment she was Fairamay, facing a broad sky and containing feelings so strong that she simply couldn't feel silent. Aezanth, for her part, remained silent, though it was clear she was in distress. Fear seemed to have silenced her for now, as she tried to reach the mind of a rider who struggled to retain human identity.

[evendar]

From his resting place near his favorite at the Outdoor Kitchens, Biri noticed the spark of green darting across the skies. The emotions wafting from the golden dragon as coupled with the flying green sent him into a torrent of his own lust. With a bugle just like his larger bronze cousins but in miniature he darted to the skies after her. His larger bronze wings earning him the upper hand.

Mari frowned at her bronze and put her pudgy hands on her wide hips. "Well the nerve. And I was going to have him take a note to the Main Building." she said annoyingly, calling to Tami instead who came instantly. Her mother wanted something of her, of course she would go.

[covera]

Erro and Svava were playing an exciting game; Svava was chasing Erro all around the Weyr. It was a bit strange that the green was the dominant one of the pair, but Svava was much stronger-willed than her bronze brother.

Suddenly the chase stopped and the fire lizards howered in mid-air, astonished. Aslath had risen.
Svava looked at Erro confused, they had never seen a queen rise before. Strange feelings ran through their small bodies as they watched the beginning of Aslath's flight curiously.

Suddenly Erro saw a streak of green in the skies and lust shook his frail body, Aslath's flight not helping. With a bugle, Erro abonded his sister and sped after the green, which had another bronze following her closely.
But Erro would make sure that the other bronze would not get the prize, the green was Erro's, not Biri's.

Svava cried sharply when her brother and play-mate abandoned her, he had been playing with her! And then he just goes off, flying after some ugly little green! Svava was severely offended and disappeared between to complain to Covera.

[glamourie]

He was not okay. That much Rawign knew to be fact as he sat with his legs crossed underneath him. He was in the second floor of the candidate barracks, designated for the boys, and Rawign had every intention of staying there. His arms were wound tightly round his legs, his entire form curled into a small, nearly unrecognizable ball. He was not a small young man by nature, but curling up in such a manner helped to disguise his size most efficiently, and the insecurity he felt was enough to banish whatever qualms he might have had with appearing, as he would deem it, weak in the eyes of the public... not that he knew of anyone inside to catch sight of him, but that fact was irrelevant. All that mattered to the seventeen-turn-old was that the feelings washing over him were not foreign, but they were not entirely welcome, either; every single instinct inside of him was flaring with feeling he barely recognized as his own, and while it was no doubt lessened in comparison to the dragonriders, it was there nonetheless. And Rawign did not know how to begin to react. He'd never been around a dragon's flight before, let alone a Queen. Culture shock was redefined for him in that moment.

He decided he'd stay put, curled up in his spot in hopes that no one would notice him. He didn't talk to very many people, so it was unlikely that he'd be noticed missing until far later, hopefully after some of the feelings subsided. There was some virtue to being antisocial, as it prevented any awkward questions. Being hold-bred, Rawign had no real knowledge about the effects of the dragons flying, or he would have known that most everyone could feel the same intensity as him; he was convinced he was the only one, and his secretive nature prevented him from seeking out anyone to help. He sat back and kept to himself. He'd remain quiet and hope that it went away soon.

So distracted with his own feelings was he that Rawign barely noticed as Beggar, who was a social flitter to begin with, disappeared between.

It wasn't the Queen's flight that had Beggar's attention, although no doubt that in part triggered his reaction. His interest was focused far more on something much smaller - much more in his league, really. The little blue appeared from between not far from the green flitter, just in time to hear her bugle of challenge. When she took to flight, so too did the dark blue firelizard. He may not have been the biggest firelizard to arrive, but he was determined to catch her - every bit as determined as the bronzes high above. Her bugle was mirrored in his own as he took to the chase.

Great. Just great; when it dawned on Rawign what had happened, his curled up form merely became more compact, his arms wound so tightly around his legs, with his fingers laced together, that his knuckles turned a stark shade of white. His eyes were closed and his face was buried in his knees as he tried to block out the feelings he did not completely understand...

[ PS: Sorry for the suckage? x.x ]

[paryal]

Only one fire lizard had risen to chase her? Even though he was a bronze, Fairamay felt clear disgust. How dare she be so ignored by the general population of the Weyr? She should be the prize that every fire lizard had waited for, watching her every move in anticipation of the day that she would one day rise up in Flight. Instead, she had a lone bronze she didn't even know chasing after her, a bronze that didn't even seem that interested. Fine, even if he was going to be her only chaser, Fairamay would give him a run for his money. She was no easy flitter to catch, and she was bound and determined to prove it. He may have been a bronze, but she was a green, and she had the ability to twist and turn on the spot, moving in elaborate patterns no bronze could ever hope to follow. Shooting forward, wasting precious energy to get ahead of the bronze, Fairamay dove once, hoping he would retain interest and follow.

Pulling out of her dive, the green fire lizard quickly spotted that another of her kind had joined the Flight, and it was another bronze to boot. This was starting to look more positive. At least these two recognized her infinite worth, though two chasers was still a rather paltry number. It would be interesting to see which of the two bronzes would win the Flight, when it appeared they would be so evenly matched. Certainly Fairamay wondered, as much as her mind could contemplate something over her own overwhelming lust. A third fire lizard had joined the Flight by then. A mere blue? This was an insult. Fairamay deserved only the best of the best, only the largest bronze fire lizards in the Weyr! What was this blue doing, thinking he could catch her? He wasn't worth her shimmering cream beauty, or the sturdy build of her limbs. Their children would not be as powerful as Fairamay wanted, and he clearly wasn't worth her.

Expending energy again to pull ahead of her three chasers, Fairamay called out to them once more. They had to woo her, had to prove to her that they were worth her. So far they had done nothing but chase, and this was proving nothing. Diving and twisting her body in complicated patterns, hide reflecting the light as it shone unnaturally bright, Fairamay called out again and again, trying to attract more chasers. And more did come- a wild brown from the jungle soon joined the Flight, his wings straining to keep up with his larger bronze counterparts. Four chasers was a respectable number, but still Fairamay lusted for more. Every male fire lizard should be chasing her, and this simply would not do! Her lust only increased as time went on, though her strength would eventually fail her and she would have to choose. For now, she would let the males try and prove they were worthy of her attentions.

Back on the ground, Paryal found herself losing to the motions that Fairamay gave off. The lust was consuming, but there were no males around for her to take it out on. Why were no men giving her attention? They should be gathered around her, fawning over her in every way. Giving a feral noise that sounded suspiciously like her green's, Paryal marched towards the Weyrling barracks. The only thing on her mind was sex, and having those men calling for her attentions. Aezanth was a distant, unimportant thought, as she remained on one track. Where were her suitors? And what was this annoying voice in her head calling for her to stop? There was no room for the fear of a young dragon in Paryal's head.

[saberlin]

While Rodonth wanted to chase that non-sensical queen dragon, Rontue had other plans. Moving from his angered bonded's shoulder he cirrupped an apology and took to the sky. The blue flit disapeared overhead and then burst into the air where he had felt the green and her lust rising. Rontue kept Fairamay in his sights as he beat powerful wings. He wanted to be a part of this chase too. He might be just a blue, but he would be quicker than those weighted down bronzes, he would show them what it was really like to fly and twin around a quick and agile female.
Meanwhile R'ton didnt know what to do with himself. He was nearly compeltely taken over by the powers of a Queen's flight, his bronze in hot and deep pursuit and his blue firelizard had decided to add to the nonsense. "Shell Blast it!" He called out in his own Weyr. He had put it off long enough, it was time to go find Smee...

[evendar]

Biri hissed and trumpeted in his minuscule voice at the other males. This was his green! He was here first! She was his and his alone. He bugled lovingly to Fairamay and pumped his wings faster. He would win.

"Oh my," Mari said as she caught herself eyeing the tenth young lady to walk by. Biri was really insistent wasn't he? With her two flits she felt the lust of Aslath's flight even more than she had in previous ones. She was immensely surprised she could still feel these emotions. Especially after she stopped being able to have kids. Tami crooned reassuringly to her mother from her shoulder. It would be alright, she would make sure of it.

[thialyn]

It was slightly unfortunate for the Runner turned Weyrling this day. Not only was Aslath Rising to mate, but now her two flitts, Dusk and Silt, took off, the image of a zipping green flashing in her head from two different sets of eyes. As if the lust stemming from the queen was not enough, now she had the duel lusts of creatures bonded much closer to her than the Weyrwoman's queen. Perfect.

And the river had been so refreshing. Climbing to the bank, Alene quickly donned what clothing she could manage in her rather unfocused state. It was a tad annoying to not be able to put one's own shoes on, but such was the case. For one so inexperienced with this kind of emotion, Alene was a little worse for wear. Add to that the rather odd, conflicting emotions--wanting to catch from her two flitts and wanting to outfly the chasers from the queen--it was safe to say she was rather confused. As was Liamorth, who watched her rider with a cocked head and whirling yellow eyes.

Silt looked up when he felt the Rising of the green beauty, right before he streaked from the water where he had been splashing to chase after her, eyes whirling violet. Dusk, having just matured, was a little slower on the uptake, the strange urge unfamiliar to the blue flitt. But instincts took over and he called a challenge to the others in chase, following the shining green.

In the mean time, T'ren found out--much to his awkwardness--that the Rising of queens did not only affect the more sensitive female of his species. It affected the males just as much, they could just hide it better. He had been reading, enjoying the book of folk tales his parents had sent him as a congratulations for Impressing his bronze Kasraith. The Rising of Aslath disrupted this a bit and he set the book down. Kas raised his head from his nap, only slightly affected by the queen. He looked over to T'ren, confusion in his eyes and his voice. T'ren knew he could do nothing, that he would only harm Kas with the passion he felt if he chose to act on it. As he struggled to control the rising emotions, he didn't notice that he had left his door open. Kas did, and acting on some inate desire to protect his lifemate, situated himself in front of it, making anyone who wanted to enter have to step over his rather large form.

[Tashe]

"Oh no you..." Trying to snatch at her Blue flit as he disappeared into the 'between', Saraina only ended up falling into the wall head first. "... Shard it that little pest!" Roaring unhappily as she clasped her hand to her nose, the older candidate was not at all happy with the feelings that had been stirring inside of her. The Queen's flight had ignited a small flame in her chest, but now that Zor had chosen to try and fly the rising Green, Sara was now in a state of want and dislike. Vowing to wring the little Blue's neck when he came back, the raven headed girl wiped a small amount of blood from her nose before unhappily heading over to her window. By Farnath, why did HER flit have to be the one who intends to fly in every flight? As if it wasn't enough for these strange and unwanted feelings to come to her because of the Queen's flight, but now that her Blue was flying also, she felt as if she needed somebody's companionship... for more than just talking.

---

A green was rising!

Lithe blue wings rose in excitement and as soon as His noticed his feelings, Zor disappeared into the cold 'between'. Emerging near were Fairamay was flying, the Royal Blue shot off in a streak of passion. Screeching at the other males who had presumptuous intentions of flying the Green, Zor dove and weaved his way over to the competition, although his eyes and attention was on Fairamay.

Happily trilling a singsong like tune at and for the pretty green, the little male's wiry frame made him cut through the air. Diving and climbing along with the female Flit, Zor felt his lust spark even more. Not caring if His would be mad at him after the flight, Zor was going to do his best to charm the Green into picking him to be the one to fly her.

[paryal]

Now this was more like it. There was a trail of males following Fairamay, each attempting to woo her. This is what she liked, though she was piqued to find that already her energy was fading. Perhaps she shouldn't have tried to outspeed the two bronze fire lizards so quickly. Now that she was dealing with the results, Fairamay knew she would have to make her choice soon. It was a difficult choice to make, though the green liked having to make it. Her range was so wide! Every color of male there was had risen to chase her. That would show those lazy Queens, who only took bronzes. Fairamay was far above bronze fire lizards, though she was rather fond of the two chasing her. They were the first to rise, and were trying hard to prove that they were the best. But how could she distinguish one from the other?

The first one who had chased her, Biri, was calling out so sweetly and lovingly to her. He truly did want to win, and he was doing a good job of keeping up with her, though he couldn't hope to ever duplicate her twists and turns. The second bronze male, Erro, did not stand out much in Fairamay's mind at all, and she completely disregarded him. He was out of the picture, for he didn't sing to her like Biri did. Then there was the wild brown, valiantly pumping his wings to keep up with his healthier tame cousins. He had an exotic aura to him that Fairamay liked, but her lust filled man told her that he was flagging too early, so perhaps he wasn't the best choice for her. Already he was close to giving up. Psh, he clearly wasn't worth her at all then. Then there was the first blue, Beggar. He wasn't a bronze by any means, but he was trying even harder than Biri. That had to count for something, right? Fairamay was flattered, though she thought she deserved something better than a 'mere' blue. In her mind, she was a Queen, the queen that dominated the skies right now. Aslath was a mere shadow to Fairamay.

Another blue had also come, but Fairamay gave him scant attention. She didn't know why she picked her favorites as she did- only that this blue did not hold as much allure as the first, the unfamiliar one. She thought she had seen this blue about before, likely played with him in the water. Something new and different was what she needed, wasn't it? Some of the fire lizards chasing her were clutchmates, but there was still something to them that Fairamay enjoyed. This game was fun!

Another brown and blue had also joined the growing pack around the green fire lizards. The brown was older, and once again, something new and different. He wasn't a sibling of hers, and that was an advantage. He also wasn't sickly or weak, like the wild brown. He could outlast all of them, if he tried hard enough. Yes, brown fire lizards were very nice indeed. Not as flashy as a bronze, and far better than a blue. Maybe a brown would win her Flight, if she let this newcomer do so.

Last, but certainly not least, was another wiry blue, who sang so sweetly to her. Fairamay was quickly taken in by him, though he had been chasing her for the least amount of time. He was fresh, and that held some appeal to it. Her mind made up, the green shot down in a spiral one last time, and then began to pump her wings to reach as high of a height as she could manage. She was directly under her chasers now. About to reach for Zor, the sun blinded Fairamay for a moment, and she grabbed the first male she could find, her lust unable to make her last one more moment. To her surprise, she had grabbed Biri the bronze, but he would have to do. Screaming her triumph over the bronze, Fairamay twined her body gracelessly about his, pulling him down with her with a savagery unrivaled among all the other fire lizards in the Weyr. He was hers now, and she would have him how she pleased!

***

Paryal stopped and gasped as she felt another sudden surge of lust from Fairamay. She knew now that some fire lizard had won- a bronze, from the jumble that came from her green, though Fairamay had wanted one blue. There was sun in her eyes... And then there was just lust, equally as blinding as the sun. Everything fell upon Paryal at once, as she hammered on a door that led to the room of the bronzerider, T'ren. She wanted him, wanted him and his bronze dragon as much as Fairamay had wanted all her chasers. He had to be hers. He would be hers! The door was slightly open, but the large bulk of T'ren's bronze Kasraith was blocking it. Hissing in rage, Paryal moved to step over the dragon, an inhuman glint in her eyes. It was very, very clear that the girl wasn't in her right mind. Suddenly, Aezanth's tail lashed out in a last ditch attempt to stop her rider. The Queen was openly whimpering in her distress, and didn't know what else she could do. This, however, had worked. The tail tripped up the clumsy Weyrling, who tripped heavily, her head hitting the floor before the rest of her body. After that, she lay perfectly still, though her breathing was regular and even. Though still frightened for her rider, Aezanth knew that hers was okay, and now the lust was gone. Breathing a sigh of relief, Aezanth tried to shoulder past Kasraith into the small room, to more closely examine her rider. Move please. It must have been very strange for the pair, and somewhat frightening. Hopefully it wasnothing they couldn't deal with.

[evendar]

Biri bugled his triumph over the other males. He, the best, had one over them. This green was his. He happily twined necks with her, using his larger wings to keep them aloft longer. He wanted this to last. He wanted this green to lay many eggs of his, browns and blues, and lots of them. She would lay so many eggs, and all his. He was very happy.

Mari bit her lips and stood there, determined to put this lust thing to rest. Biri had one and she was very glad for him, but she couldn't let him control her movements because of it. She was the owner, not him. She put her foot down and stood there, intent to ride this out on her own.

[thialyn]

Saying T'ren was slightly surpised at the appearance of Paryal would most likely have been quite the understatement. Saying he was downright flabbergasted would probably be closer to the mark. As it was, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw attractive Weyrling stumble upon his domain. He tried to ignore her, but only recieved an awkward rush of passion for his efforts. Though this was only slightly overcome when she seemed to have passed out in his very room. Too bad Kasraith couldn't move fast enough not to be fallen over.

What's going on? he asked a bit worriedly, confused by the whole situation and the emotions stemming from his rider. T'ren supressed the urges stemming from the Rising queen enough to look at the fallen Paryal with a clear head before climbing gingerly down from his bed to kneel at her side. Yep. She'd definately have a headache on the morrow. "You'll learn later," T'ren replied to his dragon. Had he been in this situation when he was younger, T'ren had no doubt that he would understand about as much as the bronze. Which wasn't saying much.

Having a feeling he was going to regret it in a minute, T'ren put a genlte hand on Paryal's shoulder, shaking it lightly. "Paryal?" he said, trying to rouse her, to see if she was alright. Her head din't look that bad, but she had taken quite the fall. "Paryal, are you alright?"

Kas was slightly startled by the appearance of the queen and struggled to move out of her way. He didn't have his "legs" on, so the sliding across the floor was not all that comfortable. He would ask T'ren to oil the sot later if he had time. As you wish, Aezanth, he said with a nod after he had moved his body sufficiently to not be in the way.

Dusk crooned to the green, trying to catch her attention. And he was about to reach for her as she dove. She was so close! But he slowed his pace, his eyes turning from lustful violet, to agitated red, and finally to complacent blue. She had been caught. He had lost. Dejected, he returned to his favorite, moments after Silt too returned, a little spurned by his loss. Alene couln't help but be relieved as her two flitts ceased their chase. Now she just had the stronger emotions of the Rising queen to deal with. And it had been such a beautfiul day!

[Tashe]

The green was going to be his, but the Bronze got in the way! Enraged by the interference of the sun and the Bronze, Zor screeched slightly before winking into the 'between'. He wasn't about to watch the dirty bronze take part in the female HE was supposed to be flying at this very moment! It was unfair and uncalled for! Why had the luck not be on his side this day! First His got mad at him, and now he had been cheated out of a green!

Appearing in Saraina's room in a slightly more calmed fit of frustration, the Royal Blue trilled unhappily at his human, all the while sending pictures of what had happened to her.

It just wasn't his day... for love.

[glamourie]

Though Beggar to the best of his ability, it didn't take long for the little blue flitter to realize he was outmatched. For a blue he was a little over average-sized and he was full-grown; of that there could be no doubt. He was not modest remotely, he thought himself quite the catch, but it would have been foolish for him to think he could outlast the larger bronze flitters. Even the younger ones were larger than he was. While he could follow wily twist and turns better than they could (of that, the blue had absolutely no doubt), he could not compare to their impressive stamina. He managed to stay in the race long enough to notice how outmatched he was before his own stamina gave out. A little chitter of disappointment escaped him, spawned no doubt by the obvious realization that he had no chance at winning, and then the blue winked between; may the best firelizard win. He had quit too soon to know which flitter won, despite his best efforts. (He probably would have been flattered to know one of the bronzes had beat him out and not one of the other blues, however.)

Back to his humanpet the firelizard went, reappearing in the candidate barracks to curl up on Rawign's stomach, nestled between his legs and his body. His spot made him perfectly oblivious to everything else going on at the Weyr aside from Aslath's flight - which he couldn't see, but he didn't need to. The dark-haired candidate gave his blue a wistful look before reaching down to run his fingers consolingly over the little firelizard's hide. He could tell he was disappointed and why shouldn't he be? He was also exhausted, and Rawign was okay with him lying comfortably on with him. Secretly, the candidate was also grateful; if he had stayed in the race, Rawign wasn't sure how well he'd have been able to control his moods, though that felt terribly selfish. Maybe he was, deep down. Shouldn't he have been hoping more for Beggar to manage to catch the green? Well, there would be other chances. There were a lot of green firelizards and the one he was chasing would fly again sometime; maybe then...

"You'll get another chance," Rawign whispered quietly to the flitter, who was still thoroughly worn out from the flight. "You will, don't worry so much." Not that Beggar was worrying; maybe it was more Rawign than him, because the flitter was quite content with having done his best. He trilled softly to signify that, but Rawign missed it in his quiet murmurings of sympathy to his firelizard. He was perfectly oblivious to his surroundings.