Show Your Worth (Mayeth's Flight)

[thialyn]

((Sorry for the lateness of this. I was volunteered to help out with an event at one of the local wineries. But I'm posting it now, so hah!))

It seemed the perfect evening. Not too chill, the heat of the day beginning to eb as the sun sank lower over the jungle. Eya watched it all as she lay by the river. It was the first time in the last few weeks that she'd been able to simply relax. With the fear of Fort reclaiming her constantly nagging in the back of her mind, she had been unusually jumpy, expecially this last sevenday. Even she could tell that she was on edge.

She should have recognized it.

Bolting upright, eyes wide and mouth agape, she stared at her awakening green, the familiar and hated fire beginning to build in the pit of her stomach, spreading slowly to her chest. She should have recognized it! Eya gripped her head in her hands as Mayeth awoke fully, demanding blood from the twilight sky. With a bugle of challenge to all around her, Mayeth dove for the sky, driving her wings downward. She blooded one kill, one beast only, as Eya tried to tear her mind from the green's lust.

But it was for naught. As Mayeth screamed her desire to the dragons of Selinitas, she Rose, her light yet powerful form gaining altitude rapidly. She Flew among the stars, daring any and all comers to try and catch her.

Left on the ground, Eya fought with tooth and nail against her heartmate, trying to reclaim her mind. But the violet lust of Mayeth was too strong a pull to resist for long. It flooded over into Eya, threatening to drown her at any moment. She didn't want this! She never wanted this! She had to get away, to hide somewhere where the Flight-crazed riders would never find her. But as she tried to stand, as she tried to run, Mayeth bugled her freedom, and sent her rider to her knees with the force of it. Both crying out to the sky, one haughty, the other anguished, one strove for height while the other strove for safety. She did not know where that would be, but she stumbled along the river's edge, always inches from tumbling in, trying to find a moment's solace.

((Anyone willing to NPC some Fort riders, be my guest!))

[saberlin]

Rodonth had been catching the last rays of sun out on his Weyr ledge surveying all that was below and above him. Especially above him since they lived in a canyon. He had stretched his wings once or twice during the day but other than that he had merely taken this day for himself. He had recently fed the day before and was quite happy just to have this day. Suddenly something trickled through the air, some sense that he had not felt since Aslath had risen, though it was not as strong. Searching around for its source he saw a beautiful green who he knew to be Mayeth.
Diving from his ledge he followed her to the feeding grounds and landed just above her to watch as she ate. He would be ready, he would fly for this one. Meanwhile R'ton tried to scramble into lighter clothing so that he could run up the steep stairs out of his Weyr as his bronze had left him stranded in search of the green female that he had grown so fond of.
Finally getting up to the area R'ton noticed Eya and called out to her, "Eya, its me. May I come over to you?" He did not in any way shape or form want this to be as traumatizing as some of her other flights had sounded. He wanted it to be gentle, he wanted her to choose him. Not be forcibly put into a pairing.

Great Mayeth. I am here. I watch you and your strength. You are an amazing Green!

[ravenmane]

A Bronze beast slept soundly in his weyr, dreaming dragon dreams. Nearby, his Bonded leaned silently against the weyr wall. His eyes were closed, but he was not claimed by sleep. The rider was quietly observing his surroundings as he rested. The gentle chirps of small birds drummed in the background, echoed by the small chirps of insects. It was an evening of peace and quiet with no disturbances to be found. The only trouble was the small ball of discomfort in P’nor’s gut. The day had been great, but as night approached, the more disturbed the man became. His great Bronze stirred, his faceted eyes blinking a few times to adjust to the light. With the awakening of his beast, the discomfort in P’nor felt exploded.

It became full blown lust.

The man lurched from his place against the weyr wall, eyes frantic. Cyanth was moving forward, moving towards the entrance of the weyr with a surprising eagerness. The dark indigo eyes were easily seen against the dark hide of the Bronze. With an ease, the Bronze launched himself into the sky. A stream of curses escaped P’nor’s mouth as he ran to his weyr’s ledge. CYANTH!! You Sharding Bronze! Do you have to Chase of tail you see? A chuckle thundered in P’nor’s head, momentarily stunning the man. Oh, my Bonded. I am in constant Search. I wish for a mate to be with, yet I still lose each Flight. I will not stop until I win, P’nor.

The Bronze beast bugled in return to Mayeth, his voice echoing among the stars. His wings beat in a steady rhythm, caring him after the Green he knew as Mayeth. The sleek form of the female danced before Cyanth’s eyes. The urge to Chase called to him, beckoned him. With all his determination, the Bronze creature could not resist. He flew after the Green Lady, watching her sinuous figure.

P’nor was forced to follow his Bonded’s wishes. The man was no longer able to control his movements or feelings. The lust had consumed him against the man’s will. So many Flights and the lust accompanying it were overwhelming. After the first couple, P’nor had stopped fighting the dragonlust. It was too much for one man to handle. As his feet carried him to Eya and where she fought her dragoness, P’nor’s mind examined itself. Was he the cause of Cyanth’s entrance to so many Flights? All the man could do was wonder as he found himself near R’ton and Eya. For him, the Flight had begun.

[thialyn]

Only two? That would never do, not even if they were bronzes. Swooping into a dive, Mayeth flew through the canyon, calling to any dozing males as she went, willing them to chase her. She was worthy of more than two possible mates. Though none were worthy of her. Not yet. Not yet.

With agility larger greens would envy, Mayeth pulled out of the canyon, wheeling on a wingtip, claws brushing the tops of the jungle trees as she broke over the cliff's lip. Flicking her tail tauntingly, the smallest green in the Weyr drove herself higher above the treetops. Still focing herself upwards, she flipped to her back, watching the males chasing her with a wicked grin on her face. This was Flying!

It will take more than pretty words to win me! she called back to them before wheeling to the side, ever soaring upwards. She bugled her delight to the rising moon, its light cascading silver over her glowing hide.

At the river side, Eya had long since given up trying to run. She needed all her energy to fight her green, to keep her gaze her own. Her shoulders shook with the effort of controling the desire building in her chest, to quench the fire scoring her veins. Groaning when Mayeth bugled, Eya threw herself to the side, hoping the pain of a fall would force her from the Flight.

It didn't work.

A voice made her look up. Eyes wide with the fear of this Flight, of the emotions involved, the hated lust, Eya tried to back away, but found a rock firmly blocking any escape she had. She must be near the dam. Or the weyr cliff. She prayed it was not the latter. She tried to bury into the rock, willing it to accept her as its own. But the rock would do no such thing. The two riders before her were an affective way to keep her mind her own, so lost in her own fear was she.

"Eya, its me. May I come over to you?"

Who was that in the twilight darkness? In her panic, Eya could not place the voice; her blood pounded too loudly in her ears. "Stay away from me!" she called hoarsely to them, once again trying to melt through the rock. She highly doubted either of them would head her plea. None of her other Flights had been such. None of her other Flights had been gentle. Why should she expect any different here? And that was why she feared. She hated Flights, that was obvious. She hated what emotions they caused, what those emotions caused her to do. She hated the helplessness of the post-Flight revelries, caught in her dragon's passion and a rider's arms. She hated the pain.

"Please," she cried, one hand held before her defensively. "Stay away!" But her voice lost all force as Mayeth bugled once more, drawing her rider away from her body long enough for Eya's legs to buckle. The impact was enough to jar Eya into herself again. On her knees, she planted her back against the wall, watching the two riders warily, terror written in every line of her body. She knew she couldn't stop either of them if they drew near. And she hated it.

[Requiem]

They had an understanding. F'lan leaned against the tree, nodding once to Wrenth in silent permission. The dragonlust was an inevitability in these things, true, but the bluerider was ever so good at drawing into himself and suppressing whatever paltry emotion or desire might come up. There was a reason many thought of this man as ice. Even with the shock of the strength of the dragonlust in Wrenth's first chase, the man had not lost himself until the very end. And, it could be argued, he'd had interest in Relliga outside of the Flight. This Mayeth - he didn't even know her rider. To F'lan this was a safe thing.

Two bronzes had already risen to give chase. Wrenth had the advantage in green Flights, but the Flights had been paltry recently, and two already having joined the chase suggested more would come after the bluepair. What was the girl's name again? He should know, having transferred from Fort only a few months before her, but F'lan had never been that close to anyone. It didn't matter. He would fight the dragonlust with all he had. And - if, in the end, he succumbed - if, in the end, Wrenth caught her - it would simply be a mating Flight. He could not handle another episode like the last.

Their deal, F'lan's and Wrenth's? So long as the rider was one that the bluerider had no attachment to - which was, admittedly, most in the weyr - the blue was free to chase as he desired.

Which he did.

Wrenth rose into the air, a deep blue that absorbed light so effectively most would have seen him as black. He was small for a blue. Young. Long and lithely muscled, with a tail and wings that were longer in proportion to his body than most. And Mayeth was a gorgeous creature, caught in her lust, a challenge to him. Unoften it was that the male bothered to compete; he knew that, of the males in the weyr, he was one of the fastest and most maneuverable. He knew his strengths. He knew his weaknesses. He was also one of those who tired swiftest, despite the many hours he flew, day after day, spurred on by F'lan's obssessive sense of duty. Another male might catch her. And he would deserve her if he could outfly Wrenth, or if she should choose this other. That the blue accepted. It did not encourage him not to try.

Serpentining into the air, he plowed upward at angles to Mayeth, reading her intent as she came up out of the canyon. To come beneath and then follow her into the sky was folly, wasting energy that he would need toward the end of the flight, so he contented himself to wait to draw close to her, though every wingstroke brought him nearer. This early on she would have no trouble evading the bronzes. His chance would come in those moments that she waned before he grew too tired, when his superior speed would be of the greatest help. And once that window passed - the chase would go to the other males.

She really was gorgeous against the moon, this Mayeth. A shining beacon, perhaps not even yet aware of the silent shadow that had joined the chase.

Another shadow lingered just on the edge of the treeline, just as silent. He watched her thrash in distress, a pensive frown coloring his expression, lost in the darkness. Yes. He remembered, now, why Wrenth had never given chase at Fort. F'lan had no desire to couple with an unwilling woman. A romantic, beneath his icy exterior. And these flights, this dragonlust, had seemed little more than rape to him, especially after the woman left in tears. He still had no desire to couple with an unwilling woman, but Wrenth's desire was growing stronger with age. It was harder to hold the blue back.

The bluerider worried at his lip, feeling the mounting lust. It had not yet spread through him enough to have an effect on his body, or his thoughts. Instead, it was a nuisance and little more. If anyone could take on the full lusts of a dragon flight and remain quite nearly unaffected, it was F'lan. He had to believe that. His competitive streak would not allow him to wish Wrenth anything but success, even though the thought of taking that woman in a passion that wasn't his was repulsive to him.

[saberlin]

R'ton felt for Eya and her desperate tries to keep her dragon from flying. Was injuring herself really better than having her dragon be flown? Thoughts of what the girl must have gone through at Fort Weyr raced through her mind and he called to his Rodonth urging him forward. He would have no other catch her now. Even if it was only to protect her from the rest of them. Using powerful strokes Rodonth pulled ahead of the rest of the group while R'ton turned to those who were gathering around him. He held his arms out wide holding onto his own mind while still keeping it linked with Rodonth.

"Back away from her. She wants no part of this. It would be rape to do anything past this. Heed her words or I will make sure you do."

R'ton wanted nothing more than to go to her now, to ease her pain to ease any of the sorrows that she was having, but to touch her right now would be to violate her request and he knew it. Rodonth up in the air pulled above the canyon and watched the green soar below him. Shew would have to come out of there sometime and when she did he would be there waiting for her. He knew he had the staying power and strength to keep up with her, though he was also a large bronze and would not have the agility of the new blue who just joined into the flight. It would take more than staying power, it would also take wit. And by all he was not hatched yesterday. Let the others flit about like the flitterby's.

Of course! Words alone are for petty greens and you are not that. Please help your Eya know mine will not hurt him.

The bronze dragon did not know if the green would even realize the torment that she was putting her rider through, but he would issue the plea anyway. Rodonth had been there when she crashed, had stayed at her side while she healed, visiting her everyday. He cared for the pair of them, both Mayeth and Eya. Even remembered the riders name! He pumped his wings strongly keeping himself just above the head of the pack. That was the least he could do right now. Keep her in his sights and wait for the opportune moment. He knew his Rodonth would not take an unwilling partner and would rather collaps on himself, which exactly what R'ton intended to do if Rodonth caught her, but only after warding the others off.

"Stay back from her. She wants none of this." He repeated to the men who drew near once again.

[thialyn]

((Sorry Ciara. I couldn't wait to post any longer D: ))

There was a reason Mayeth did not think about her rider during Flight. It was a simple one and one she could nto help. Every time she felt the urge to Fly, the same heat of her need, she stemmed it off as long as she could. She knew what pain she caused her rider with each of her Flights, but could not stop herself. Every time she resisted her needs, she always failed and then was lost to them. So as she flew now, even as she heard Rondoth's words, she was deaf to them. She was drowning in her desire and passion. She needed this release. After sevendays of holding back her Rising, she finally could hold off no more.

And so she Flew, completely ignorant of her rider's turmoil. Unfortunately for the bigger dragons, Mayeth could and did use her agility to its max. As her rider looked up in horror, the green corkscrewed into a dive, pulling out barely above the jungle's surface. But she was not done yet, not by far. Once out of her dive she looked over her shoulder, trying to see what dragons chased her. A blue had joined. This would make things interesting. Bugling tauntingly to them, Mayeth swung her hips just enough to change her course, upwards in a slight spiral. Oh, how lost in her Flight was she.

Grounded, unable to fly away like her dragon could do, Eya's eyes rolled back in her head with a groan, just as her dragon crooned. Shaking with the effort of holding her mind here, she was barely aware of the rider's words, that none would touch her.

Yet.

For it wasn't so much the Flight that she feared, it was the aftermath. The desires of the rider whose dragon caught hers always over-rode their empathy for her fear. And every time, it was little more than rape. She had never had a gentle partner, one who could control their dragonlust. She had never once been shown the true ecstacy of Flight. She had never once learned not to fear. And so as she braced herself against the stone, part of her collapsed inwards, drawing her arms to her chest defensively. Her eyes closed against her will as Mayeth bugled above the Weyr, dragging Eya's voice with her own in a hoarse, anguished cry. And even with the rider's threat to those around him, she could not help but plead with them for mercy, though her voice was little more than a mumble.

[Requiem]

((Unfortunately, I'm just as impatient...these posts build on me if I'm not careful. ^^)

Mayeth was all the more brilliant, all the more irresistable in her rising due to how long she'd put it off, though Wrenth hardly knew the reason, only that he doubted he could have stayed out of the chase if F'lan had protested. The blue always tried to do what was best for his rider. And His was so fragile, truly, in that soul he kept from the world with his walls of indifference - a soul that had shattered again with Relliga and Hertith's disappearance. It had been a betrayal of trust that shouldn't have done more than depress the man for a day or two, but instead he spiralled, somehow connecting so small a thing all the way back to his twin's death and his deeply engrained fear of Wrenth being wrenched from him. Though the dragon would even have promised never to chase another green again, had F'lan asked it of him, Mayeth's pull was great.

It didn't matter, though, if he could have resisted, because F'lan was behind him, however reluctantly. And even reluctant support by His was strong support. The man likely saw these Flights as just another form of training. All this passed through the blue's mind in a wingstroke, and then he thought no more of it, only striving for the brilliant gem that was his goal. He did not pursue her tightly. The bronzes were incapable of such, and thus Wrenth took the most prudent approach, adjusting his altitude as needed and closing the distance at angles. He needed to make his play soon. Just a few extra seconds of conserving his energy, however, might make all the difference.

Still, the bluerider looked on, not so far away that he couldn't make out the three figures before him, but certainly removed from the drama at large. Not once had he stirred from his position, back against the solid tree trunk, arms crossed over his chest. The icy blues of his eyes gleamed in an almost otherworldly fashion, the light of the moon catching some of the lighter highlights in his fawn-colored curls, but the rest of his form was nearly indiscernible from the shadows.

His lips twitched, though not in amusement, at the bronzerider's words. The self-righteous hubris. All bronzeriders were like that. F'lan was no fan of the male leaders of the weyr, finding a good number of them very nearly unbearable, including the man they called Weyrleader, who was worse even than a bronzer who walked around wearing his arrogance on his shirtsleeves. S'rei didn't even know he was self-righteous and arrogant. Shaking his head, he ignored R'ton. After all, he hadn't once moved toward Eya. Of the three men, he stood least affected by the Flight. Sharding bronzeriders. Okay, so he was probably just grumpy, as Wrenth would have said - had the blue not been fully involved in the pursuit of Mayeth.

The green pulled up in a spiral, and Wrenth, who had now closed the distance to a few hundred feet, suddenly burst forward. His wings strained against the air, trapping it, a soft hum following in his wake as his body sheared through the air. Mayeth was toying with them. His strategy, as it had always been, was a simple one. The irresistable female must not be allowed to feel safe. Drive her. Force her to twist and turn, to evade and flip and dive, to maneuver in ways that only Wrenth had a hope of catching. The smarter dragons would simply wait for the two to dance, for Mayeth to begin to tire, and swoop in for the catch at the end of that. Wrenth knew this. Still, if he didn't make the effort, then he was just giving her to the bronzes.

And the blue desired Mayeth, the pretty jewel. Dragons were not like people. They generally liked each other. Generally got a long and befriended each other. A mating flight was instinct and little else. Thus he desired her, as he had desired Hertith, and would likely desire many others after her. It was possible that he might seek out her company more than other dragons - or not. That was of no concern to him in this. Wrenth wheeled and turned, striving just at her back, matching every bank and spiral with almost preternatural reflexes. He could navigate the forest at speed, run a canyon. This was almost child's play in comparison, except it was far more exhilarating, for the obstacle he pitted himself against had a mind and a will.

[saberlin]

((SORRY CIARA!!!!! ))

R'ton stepped in front of the blue rider again, a furrow starting on his forehead, his arms still out to their sides showing not aggression but protection of the woman. Eya, the green rider who he had taken the time to get to know. He glanced over his shoulder at her and then looked back at the man.

"I will say again. Stay back. Did you not hear her ask you that?"

A part of R'ton knew that the man didn't head his words due to over robust Bronze arrogance that seemed so abundant. Especially in their Weyrleader. However, R'ton had never been a glory hound and had never wanted leader ship. He had kept a very low profile around the Weyr as well. He was merely a rider and had a dragon, the same as everyone else. He now stood in front of the only thing that he cared about other than his Rodonth and Rontue. Their companionship meaning more to him than he could even really describe in words. He did not want to bring Eya any harm, nor did he want anyone else too. So he stood his ground calling to his Rodonth for strength.

Up in the skies Rodonth watched still high from his view the blue and others chase Mayeth. She shown so very brightly her green hide glisening with health. She was such a different dragon than when the two had first met. Her body broken on the Jungle floor. Now she was a green queen flying her strength and agility through the air.
Folding his wings Rodonth dove and angled to get closer to her, grumbling deep in his chest to the other contenders around him. This was his green, he had already decided it, and he was going to outfly and outlast them all to prove it.

[thialyn]

((I have realized now that it is very difficult to have a long Flight with only three chasers. This might turn into the shortest Flight in RP history!))

None had dropped yet, Mayeth noticed, a pleased rumble stemming from her throat. A flash of green entered her eyes at the thought, but was quickly overwhelmed by the uncontrolable desire she felt. She wished she could control it, to save her rider from the pain of her Risings, but the instinct was too strong to resist, ground into her just as picking a heartmate upon Hatching. She could not survive without one, and she could not live without the other. It was a battle she could never hope to win, but she held out until she could deny herself no longer.

And she revelled in the ecstacy of Flight. The wind beneath her wings, the crispness of this Southern air, the heat pounding through her veins. It was all so perfect. Even a night Rising, as the sun set, was not enough to drown her passion. Hardly any dragon Rose at night, yet Mayeth had done it twice. Once at Fort, and now here. In her opinion, the moon's light cast a better glow than the sun, which merely blinded. No, here in the starlit sky, dueling with the very moon for radiance, this she liked. Bugling her delight once more, Mayeth decided it was time to test these males that chased her so diligently.

Driving her wings hard, she gained speed and altitude, always jinking, never staying on the same path for too long. Pulling one wing in, she barrel rolled to the left, ending a couple hundred feet beneath and away from her originaly flight line. And then she continued higher, on a new course, knowing that she must fly higher. She must fly high.

Trapped by her wingless body, Eya watched her dragon as the green zipped past the canyon's opening before soaring onwards once more, the males in hot pursuit. She felt the dragon's desire, her thirst for lust, and shied from it, pulling her mind from the green's grasp. She had never once joined with her green in Flight, had never been shown how it was truly to be, a joy for dragon and rider, one to cherish. All she had been shown were the horrors of Flights. The brutality of dragonlost riders, searching and fighting over the Rising female's Bonded, not even bothering to hide their intentions. The green rider shivered as she closed her eyes, trying to wake up from this nightmare.

[ravenmane]

((Don't stress it, guys. I know how hard it is to resist posting after the Thread leader does. I know the feeling))

Cyanth followed Green Mayeth through the skies, grumbling with a slight irritation within the canyon. The space felt too tight for his hulking figure as he soared through the air, but the Bronze would endure until he either won or lost. A trill of happiness echoed among the canyon walls, hitting Cyanth's ears many times. It had not beeen long since Cyanth had Chased. The last time was Aslath's Maiden Flight where he had been wounded by Mosrath. The thought of the gigantic creature that was a Bronze still angered Cyanth, but the need to Fly was stronger ten the anger the male still felt for being attacked for no reason.

A rumble of joy exploded from the male's chest as he found himslef free of the canyon and its enclosing walls. His eyes whirled a slight red as he watched Rodonth try and get closer to Cyanth's Green. The Bronze pushed himself harder, keeping beside his mighty brother. A draconic grinned touched Cyanth's face briefly as he watched the sinuous body of the Green Lady fly before him. It was Rodonth and Cyanth who had rescued poor Mayeth when the Green and her rider first arrived. Now, the two great Bronze males were competing for the chance to mate with the same female.

P'not watched the ongoings with a great curiousity. Why gentle Eya did not embrace her Gren's Flight was a mystery to the Bronzerider. She resisted from fear and her emotions radiated off her slender body. The man kept back, heeding the woman's begging. In the back of P'nor's mind, what part of him had not been drawn into the Flight still recognized the truth. When a male caught Mayeth, their rider would mate with Eya no matter how she felt. With that one thought in his mind, P'nor kept back, eager to see who would win the awkward Flight.

((I just noticed something. R'ton and P'nor were the first riders to meet Eya. Now, they are competing in her dragon's Flight. Kind of ironic in my opinion.))

[Requiem]

What was wrong with this man? Still leaning against the same tree he'd had his back against since Wrenth first took to the air, F'lan watched the bronzerider through narrowed eyes. Never once had he so much as twitched a muscle. Was R'ton a secret fellis addict, that he couldn't distinguish between movement and standing still?

"I have no trouble with my hearing, bronzer." His tone strongly suggested that while he didn't have trouble with any of his senses, he wasn't so sure about R'ton. The man straightened to his full, insignificant height, a sprightly creature, especially when compared to the bronzerider. But something in his bearing was unyielding. He advanced - would the dimglow think he was standing still, now, or melting into the ground? - his words harsh on the quiet. "It will be easier if you don't fight your dragon's emotions, woman." Strange, then, how he still fought Wrenth's, but F'lan was a logical person, even if he oftentimes found himself incapable of following his own advice. Despite the brusqueness of his voice, there was nothing nasty about it. It was simple truth. If she allowed herself to join Mayeth in the dragon's bestial celebration, there would be no cause for regret or fear.

The bluerider came to a halt mere paces from the taller, broader man, his icy blues meeting the bronzerider's eyes unflinchingly.

Meanwhile, Wrenth sounded a low, appreciative rumble to the green who danced just out of reach. He banked tightly, turned, dove, climbed, striving to keep himself near her, to keep his body between her and the two bronzes. Bronzes weren't built to chase greens, truly. Some caught the gorgeous females, but it was the blues and browns who were hatched to capture these most beautiful of sisters. He was confident that, should she want him, Wrenth could prove his worth to her despite his great, hulking brothers.

[saberlin]

"If Eya doesn't want to join her green and keep more of her wits about her than that is her choice to do so. Not everyone finds flights something spectacular and wonderful." R'ton said letting his arms drop to his sides and turning to face Eya. He wished she didn't fight it, but there was nothing he could readily do to change how she felt. Thinking, he knelt down. Maybe if they were not standing and crowding around her she would be able to be reasoned with better? He would at least give it a shot, to not would just be cruel. What if one of their dragons caught her and lunged at her?

I will not allow it!

Rodonth called from the sky bugling loudly at all the other dragons around him. He snapped at the blue that was coming in close and folded his wings to a dive to get closer to Mayeth.

R'ton would try to talk to her once more and merely extended a gentle hand. "Eya. You probably don't believe it, but P'nor and I are not here to hurt you. We would like to be with you. As our dragons would."

Rton at least knew the other bronzerider from when they had rescued Mayeth and Eya. This other blue rider he wasnt so sure on even though the man flew in his thread fighting wing.

[thialyn]

((That is ironic.))

Mayeth turned her head slightly as she heard one of the bronzes bugle, and just in time too. He was too close! Too close by far! Tucking her wings, Mayeth fell like a stone, flipping over to laugh at the males chasing her. She found it had been a smart idea to drop just then. Her wings needed the short break the fall allowed them. When she pulled out, she would be somewhat refreshed, ready for a second leg. But for now, she fell, wanting to see who would try and dive after her.

The rider's voices sounded in Eya's head, one scolding the other kind. It was odd to hear a gentle voice during Flight. The scathing she could deal with; it was easy to block out. She was used to it. She had never heard kindness during a Flight. It was unsettling enough to draw her eyes upward, shining in the moon's light. In all her turns of riding and Flights, never had she seen the expression that was on R'ton's face then.

But she would not go to him. Not then. Not with her dragon threatening to steal her control with every breath. She felt Mayeth's shock at seeing a male so close, tried to detach her mind from it with little effect. She felt the green's elation when the males receeded as she fell, waiting for them to react. Eya knew very well that what happened after her dragon was caught was predetermined, could not phycally be avoided. The emotions ran too high. At this point, Eya was resigned to her fate. So the eyes she turned to R'ton after darting amongst the other riders were no longer terror-brightened. They were exactly as she felt, resigned. But she could not join with Mayeth, could not afford to lose what little control she had. Her gaze turned heavenward then, following her dragon through the sky, still as the rock itself, the only sign of life the slight shiver with each of Mayeth's cries.

[Requiem]

((Ironic is probably the wrong word, but it's interesting. Heh.))

Preaching bronzeriders. They all preached. Almost as bad as healers. F'lan didn't care. About this Flight or these riders or anything, really, but Wrenth. He wouldn't make the mistake of caring. What was with all this romanticized crap anyway? It was just a Flight. Only complete cretins would act violently in a Flight, and none here were such. What, then, was the big deal? In the end, the same outcome...The same. Except maybe one of these men might ask her to stay with them after the Flight, and then she'd leave, just as Relliga had. Then, maybe, they'd understand why it was better just not to care. The dragons had it right. Rise. Fly. Catch. And be done with it.

Wrenth coiled, shooting a dark glance at the snapping bronze. This was a chase, not a battle. It did not distract him long. He could stay with her, the only one likely to react quickly enough to keep the distance from widening. So the blue shifted, flipping to his back and plummeting downwards, wings tucked tight and tail whipping through the air. In most things she was faster. In this, his extra weight on her gained him speed, however coming out of the dive was the issue. Soon enough, he would have to arrest his plunge or risk striking the ground. And, if she didn't broadcast her course before that, he could find himself headed away from her an the other dragons. Not an irreversible situation, but still an unsavory one.

Was this the sort of green who would cut it to the wire?