Rise to the Occasion! (Reysalth's Flight)

[Requiem]

She hadn't exactly come down to the river below the waterfall with the intention of skinny-dipping...

S'rei and Salenth had been drilling the Flights to exhaustion over the past tenday. All that had happened during Threadfall seemed to have lit a spark under him. By this point, Reysalth and Lauranna were past going immediately to sleep afterwards and beginning to fall into a routine. Today, though, Reysalth wanted a good bath and oiling. She was especially testy about all the rough patches in her hide. Laurie had spent hours working the oil into her bonded. Hours upon hours. First, the outer tunic came off. Then she had rolled up her trouser legs and removed her boots. She was beyond hot and the water was just plain looking luxurious by the time Laurie had completed her task. Reysalth shone so brightly she nearly put Rukbat to shame. That should have been Lauranna's first clue.

The second? She suddenly had this impulse to feel the water moving against her naked chest and thighs. The greenrider was frolicking in the water beneath the waterfall as Reysalth lay stretched out on the bank beside the river. While she spent a good deal of time beneath the surface, the depth was not so shallow as to hide her upper body when she was standing, and Lauranna couldn't bring herself to care if anyone saw. She dove beneath the water, her back arching, legs breaking the surface before she streaked beneath the falling water, revelling in the feel of the water pounding her.

It was a lovely day for a swim!

And for a Flight...

Reysalth's head came up, the lids peeling back. Her eyes gleamed a muted violet. Slowly, she rose, stretching her small frame, her wings unfurling to the rays of the setting sun. Laurie left off her joyful splashings and stood, the sheet of water parting around her as it thundered around her head and shoulders. She simply stared at Reysalth. Then, she began to giggle. The green stood there, gleaming in the hush, patient after so many Rises and so many turns. She let the compulsion settle upon her like a shroud, allowed the males on the weyrledges, who doubtless had been riveted upon her since the mid-afternoon hours, to admire her beauty. How could they not? Her patience stretched thin. Motionless, expectancy grew on the air, hushing even Laurie's titters.

The greenrider and the green moved at the same moment. Lauranna stepped out from the sheet of falling water as Reysalth launched herself into the air with a snarl, her cry ringing out as soon as her wings took her above the height of the cliffs. Straight, straight up, to hang suspended at the height of a nearly impossibly tall climb, and then she seemed to dip slowly earthwards, as if caught in molasses. Her wings snapped into her flanks, and she dove. A taunting challenge left her throat, the brilliant Reysalth streaking downwards toward the rocks. It seemed she was intent on smashing herself upon them. At the last moment, she angled, skimming the surface of the river before wheeling tightly and streaking off at a height just above the treeline.

The tops of the trees whined, bending with every wingstroke.

Who would answer her challenge?

[Tashe]

It had been a rather slow day for the Brownpair, and the lack of activity left them to take a well needed rest day. While the Weyrlingmaster had taken refuge from the day in his bed, Styth had settled himself out on the ledge to enjoy Rukbat's rays. Over the past fortnight, the Brown had noticed his closest friend growing brighter, the tell tail sign of a female's body preparing for a Flight. Although the fact that he was watching her right now hadn't developed because of the glow, he had done that before but like his Mine, he didn't have the guts to tell the Green he cared for her. The farther the female got to her rise date, the more nervous the Brown got, it wasn't everyday that the female you adore rises in flight. Not only did the Dark chocolate dragon worry about Reysalth, he worried about how his Mine would react.

Silently turning his eyes toward the two females as they bathed themselves in the river, Styth fluttered his wings happily. If his Green was happy then he was too... His green? He hadn't referred to Reysalth like that before, but of course he had only been attracted to one female in heat before. Musing over this fact with whirling green eyes, the Brown was suddenly pulled from his thoughts by a tinge at the back of his head. Rolling himself to his feet in surprise, Styth flared his wings in response to the feeling. Reysalth was rising! Forcing his mind into his Humans, the male nearly stumbled over his words in elation. /F'ahmine rising is Reysalth!/

Launching himself off the ledge with a roar, and acceptance to the female's challenge, Styth pumped his wings quickly. It was going to take skill to catch Reysalth, and he knew this for a fact, he had seen what the Green could do. /Raysalth, I will follow you through the skies and even to Rukbat itself!/

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Although the Wingsecond wasn't dreaming, or in fact sleeping, it felt like he was. Colors shifted and twisted within his visual range, apparently staring at one position on the top of his Weyr caused such ungulations in the light waves his eyes saw. His dreams of late haven't been what he could call happy, but at least they weren't as terrifying as the ones he had had earlier in his life. Lifting his hand toward the lights that spun, F'rah heaved a sigh as he let his drop onto the furs. His sister had died nine years ago, but the Weyrlingmaster still was plagued by random bouts of depression, something that only happened once in a while. Fortunately for him, it was only a light spell of missing his sister, though it still left him with an ache in his heart.

Grunting slightly as he rolled over and buried himself in his warm furs, it wasn't long until his Brown's announcement dug itself into his head. Reysalth was rising... Raysalth was rising! Forcing himself out of bed, F'rah was able to procure a shirt and tug on a pair of pants before glancing out onto the landing platform. Styth had already left to chase the Green who he had come to love, nothing the Wingsecond could say would stop him from chasing her. This of course left him to face the woman who had caught /his/ attention, and F'rah could feel himself beginning to synchronize with his Dragonhalf already. Quickly stuffing his arms into the sleeves of his tunic, the Weyrlingmaster scurried out the door before he could finish tying his boots.

[missa]

D'ran was... Well, bored. There was no other way to explain it, Freckles and Shi were amusing each other... Sort of, and Thorith was dozing, there was really nothing for him to so he'd pretty much dozed off, watching the brown sleep. What he hadn't been expecting, was for Thorith to growl as he opened his eyes, getting to his feet with more speed than seemed capable of the dragon.

Naturally, his dragon didn't answer, of course not, he was watching something, someone. Noting the subtle shift of Thorith's weight as he watched the ground with rapidly whirling eyes, D'ran came very close to wanting to hit his head on a wall. The dragon was just a pain in the back side, always wanting to rise after one gold or another. Only, this could be no gold, there was no other gold in the weyr.

It is not a gold. Thorith's reply was short as he stretched, turning his head to gaze at D'ran before rumbling low in his throat,
It is Reysalth. A green, a green's name he didn't completely know. It was Laurie's green wasn't it? Either way, D'ran wasn't pleased about Thorith's sudden desire to chase.

Obviously, the brown didn't care what D'ran wanted, snorting once, before lifting his voice to accept her challenge, taking off from his weyrledge. Wings beat as he followed the other brown in the chase, he could beat Styth, no matter how good the other brown was, he could do this. He'd show them both, he could catch her.

She was fast, he'd give her that, a green's flight would be harder on his wings than a golds, for all that a gold's was longer, Reysalth would make them prove themselves worthy, make them prove they could catch her and stay with her in the flight. He could, he could beat Styth.
Glorious Reysalth, I will chase as long as you fly. Simple words, accompanied with a low croon as he pushed himself harder, forced himself to remain on a steady course with her.

Thorith's mind tugged at his own, and D'ran found himself trying to push the lust away as he tugged his boots on. It wasn't easy though, and slowly, his mind became one with Thorith's, absently making his way from his weyr.

(Crappy... ><)

[Requiem]

Reysalth listened to the two bass screams that answered her cry. Thorith and Styth were well-known to her. They were part of her wing, after all, and Reysalth was well past the age where the number of chasers held any weight for her. Browns. Her favorites. That didn't mean she was going to make it easy on them, though...

The green dipped a wing to her two suitors out of respect, though the need screaming in her mind prevented anything more. They may declare their devotion and determination, but she'd only allow one to catch her, and he would be the most worthy. Maybe others might come, too. No, Reysalth would not pick so quickly. They must earn the right to Fly her! Following behind like baby ducklings certainly wasn't the way to go about it. Arching her back, the nubile creature changed directions in an instant, winging back toward the two browns, upside down. She angled up over the backridges of the first, the span of her wings inside his, narrowly missing. As she cleared him, she rolled to her stomach, angling straight up in front of the second's nose.

They didn't know who they were dealing with, did they? Again she cried out her challenge. Glowing nearly as bright as Rukbat, she deliberately flew into the light of her rival, so that she might blind her chasers. Her hearts pounded, the air rushing through her lungs adding a heady elation to the burning need for this all too familiar dance. Reysalth found a thermal, the warm air buoying her ever higher. She waited patiently for the browns to draw near her, to converge. Then, with aggravating ease, she slipped downward into a graceful dive, evading any attempts to draw close to her as she passed. This time, she pulled out of the dive not far below the browns and streaked off again, revelling in the air. Turning, twisting, diving and climbing, she dared them to try to follow. Or, harder still, to guess at what she might do next.

By this time, Lauranna was striding meaningfully into the Flightroom. Her sodden curls clung to her neck and shoulders. She'd bothered to draw on the undertunic, but that was all. It only came down to mid-thigh, and clung to her damp frame in a way that made it seem really rather silly to have put on the garment at all. The greenrider affected a pout at finding that she was the first here. Over a couple dozen flights she'd had, at Reysalth's side, and though the compulsion was strong, she had no trouble dealing with it. Laurie, though, thoroughly bored with the empty room, released herself to Reysalth. She posed at the center of the room, a hand on her hip, and stared at the doorway, her eyes seeing nothing but what her bonded saw. Lauranna crooned to herself.

[Tashe]

A second cry. A second dragon vying for Reysalth. His enemy and rival. That was the only moment in his thought train that would allow itself to diverge from Reysalth. Normally, Styth was not a very competitive dragon but in this ultimate game of tag, it was win or loose... and the Brown did /not/ want to loose. Noting (if only barely) that Reysalth had dipped her wing, the younger dragon quietly huffed as he watched her glowing body weave through the skies. What happened next, happened in a swift and fleeting instant, it wasn't often that a Green would fly at her chasers. Feeling her body so close to his as she preformed a turnabout gave him an adrenaline rush. No. He mustn't think she had chosen so quick. Reysalth was not one who would immediately pick a suitor, she would try and draw it out as long as she could. To tease and play with her toys, her puppets that were attached to her glittering taloned claws.

Turning sharply to the left, so as not to collide with Thorith behind him, Styth pumped his wings and began to spiral upward. Shielding his eyes from the sun, the quiet Brown listened for his Green rather than look for her, the sharp hearing endowed to their kind showed its worth. Twisting and ducking through the air in intricate patterns, Styth was determined to reenact the dance they had preformed together all those months ago. Never getting to close to his rival, the Brown zigzagged through the thermals and air currents as he preformed around Reysalth. And as the Green began to dive, so did the male, lovingly following the one who he yearned so badly for. Reysalth was fast and ambitious, but hopefully it was the turtle would would win the heart of the hare.

Disheveled. If F'rah could look like anything, he would look as if he had just rolled out of bed, which of course was exactly what he had just done. Messy hair and baggy shirt, the Weyrlingmaster hadn't even paused to take in account of what he was wearing. It was a coincidence that he had taken all black, for if he had had any idea that the Green would have risen today, he would not have worn it... even though Lauranna had said he looked good in black. Running a hand through his fluffy brown hair, F'rah slinked into the Flightroom with a feline like quality that a man like himself wouldn't normally have. The Greenrider was the last thing he saw before slipping into the mental bond between his dragon and himself, there wasn't much hesitation at all. The curse of having a very strong bond with ones dragon, although in this particular instance, it was a blessing. Leaning back against the nearest wall to Laurie, F'rah played with the untied stings on his tunic, returning the croon he had heard on his arrival. Human and dragon were combined, no longer did they have individual sights and senses, they were one in the same... and they both needed the Greens.

[missa]

Thorith was not agile, his strength lay in the bulk of his body, the length of time he could remain in the air. In a gold flight, that might be enough, in Reysalth's flight, he would need to draw on every bit of energy, everything he had to win. He wanted to win, despite the fact he rarely flew greens, he wanted Reysalth. In this moment, she was more stunning than any gold he had ever seen, more glorious than Rukbat itself. It would take more than simply following her, she deserved more.

She dipped her wings so slightly, and Thorith's determination grew stronger. He could win her, he could impress her. It would just take a little bit of cunning, intelligence... Styth flew upwards, Thorith dropped down, beneath her, all his senses alert for her. He flew beneath her, his twists less frequent than Styth's yet there was no denying the brown was trying his best. A gleeful sound as she dived, Thorith turning his body to follow her instantly, only to have to stop hurriedly and fly off after her again. Certainly, he would be one large ache in the morning.

The flight rooms were always the same, and D'ran's eyes merely swept the scene once, Laurie in the middle of the room and F'rah to the side... Just where he wanted to be for the moment, for what point was there in crowding a pretty green, she would dislike that, most certainly she would. So he would rest against this wall, good idea. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, everything else but catching Reysalth faded into the background, a minor annoyance compared to the need, the want, the desire to catch this green. They wanted her, they could win her. They would win her.

[Requiem]

OOC: Next post is the deciding post! Make your plays for her. xP

They danced for her, her handsome browns, trying to catch her eye and, most importantly, stay close enough to attempt to snare her should she tire or become over-bold. Reysalth enjoyed the pleasure of simply flying. The tensions flared through her, an undeniable heat, and the pain coming into her shoulders and torso was welcome. It was a weary pain, an active pain, and probably the only thing that kept her from becoming nothing but pure instinct. That would never do. Reysalth intended to make her choice. She was not going to be one of those greens who simply flew and flew, until she hardly had the energy to flap her wings, falling to whichever suitor proved quickest to take advantage.

But who to choose? Both would serve. Both would be capable of quenching her hunger. One was stronger, the other more versatile, and both sought after her with equal fervence. If only she could choose both! Reysalth and her browns. The green reveled in the idea before discarding it as impossible. She angled upward for a few wingbeats before slashing downward, spinning tightly. Reysalth ducked in and out of cloudbanks, changing directions when she was out of sight. This would determine it. Whoever reacted best - she would take. The green dipped below the treeline, ignoring the branches that broke against her hide and wings, her small frame allowing her the freedom. The course of the flight had brought her back to the falls. She ducked into the river, serpentining upstream, then exploded from the river to climb the falls, her underbelly literally feeling the spray of the thundering water. Reysalth twisted as she cleared the top of the falls, using the momentum she'd built, her wings folded to her flanks. Energy she still had, though it was waning swift. Now was the time. As gravity took hold of her, the green's wings flared, and Reysalth suddenly sped toward her pursuers, looking for all the world like a charging herdbeast.

The browns were here. Finally. She growled softly at them, her hand running down her chest, her belly, the fingers curled into what might have seemed like claws. Laurie/Reysalth tossed her head. The woman no longer existed, and the feral creature was ready. She needed her browns. No, not now, but soon, very soon, and they were too far away. Growling again, the sound faded into a whine of desperate need and burning desire. She took a few steps forward, her hips swaying provocatively, until the green was standing roughly directly in between them. Another soft, rasping whine. Couldn't they see she wanted them close? But she could not decide, and she could not split herself in two. So frustrating. Stupid browns.

[Tashe]

Remembrance hit Styth like a lead pipe, bringing him back to their previous dance in the sky the day his Mine's brother arrived from Fort. Changing his tactics immediately, the Brown snapped his wings shut and dove out of the sky, leveling up above the trees allotting enough space between himself and the tree line for Reysalth to erupt from the forest. Pushing himself faster as the Green began to rise up through the levels Styth wheeled himself around to face the on coming female. Although he was still higher than the green so as to avoid any chance of collision. Watching as she passed under him like a bullet, because stopping had slowed his momentum, the Brown began pumping his wings and was well on his way to catching up with the sprightly green. Trying to ignore anything but himself and the glowing love before him, Styth dove into the ravine after Reysalth, his body so close to the water that every time he flapped his wings their tips would touch the water. Sending up little spouts of water as they hit.

Backwinging as the memory of the large geyser infested his mind, Styth quietly slowed his progress before shaking his head. He needed to climb in altitude now, that was how the dance started and that was how it was going to end! Batting his wings with a renewed sense of vigor, Styth shot upward in a glimmering spout of water, varying his memory only a fraction of an inch. Looking up from his low position, the Brown watched as the Green broke her waterfall climb and began speeding toward them. Determined to get to her first, Styth rolled in the air before beating his wings and speeding up, angling toward his glowing Goddess at a slant. He wanted Reysalth... no he needed her. Letting something between a roar and a croon escape his jaws, the younger dragon let the Green know he was there for her as he drew closer, just like he was when they went to the sea.

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As Styth's need for Reysalth grew, the Weyrlingmaster's need for his Green did also. And as Styth drew closer to Laurie, so did F'rah. The Brown cooed slightly as he moved his head slightly, drawing ever so much closer to the woman, the need filling his body as the Flight grew to an end. She needed to be his, she must be his, she had to be his... Her beauty filled his vision as it had done almost everyday, but in this moment, her golden hair and lithe frame were all that the Brown needed to prove to him that she was in fact a goddess. It was almost painful knowing he might not take her as his, so the Dragonman had every intention of showing off in the air and on the ground. Slowly moving from side to side, F'rah/Styth crooned to the Greens in unison, they were there for them if she wanted them. Both hoping beyond anything that they had proved themselves to their Green Queens...

[missa]

There was no pause in Reysalth's actions, not even the slightest hesitation as she headed for the trees. Some other might have, might have paused and thought about it, and gotten herslef caught in the process, not this lovely green. She took the most difficult path, she chose the areas that would test those that would win her, and accept only the best. Only the very best.

They were back at the falls, how natural that the flight would end where it had begun, had that been her entire plan? Had she always planned to return to the falls, or was that merely another test for them to complete? He couldn't know, but it no longer mattered as she climbed higher into the air. Barely a glance was given at the other brown as he too flew after the green. Such a precious gem deserved only the best in this flight, deserved only one that would curl around her to keep her warm, do anything she asked of them. He could do that, but so could Styth, he had to prove to Reysalth that he would be a better choice, Thorith didn't want to lose, he really didn't. She was charging towards them, making her choice. Here was where it ended, where the glowing beauty they'd chased made her final choice. A low croon rumbled from his chest as he too shot forward in a determined attempt to reach her before the younger brown could.

She was crooning for them, moving closer, ever closer, she stopped between them. So close, so very close. Pushing away from the wall, the rider crooned low in his throat, stepping towards her slowly. The flight was ending, and he wanted her more than ever, wanted the beautiful woman infront of him. So lovely, so beautiful, in that moment there was nothing else that could even hold a candle to the radience she possessed. Had they proved themselves to her? If she wanted them, they would be there to catch her.

[Requiem]

OOC: This decision was harder than you might think. ^^; Anyway, thank you everyone for your participation. <333's to all.

Even as she sped toward her two pursuers, the green had no idea which she would go to. They were almost on top of each other already. Both had drawn in as she made her steep ascent. A flick of her tail, and the decision would be made. Or she could dart between them and draw out the flight, dancing forever in the fading light, trapped in a moment of time...Her body would not allow that. Reysalth yearned for the salve of stilled wings, for the release of the fire that consumed her, for the strength of one of these brave browns at her side, warming her as she slept off the Flight this night. She had to choose!

Studying both browns in a matter of seconds, she felt the need ratcheting higher. Higher. Reysalth almost didn't care anymore. Either would do, wouldn't they? No. No. Yes, but no, she still wanted to decide. The green saw the brown, strong and valiant, that could almost be mistaken for a bronze. She rather liked her males large, she did, having rarely let a blue catch her. But the first had responded well. Who to choose? Three seconds, and she would have to make another pass. They'd both danced for her. Both approached with a croon, begging for her choice, trying to display their confidence. But one would not be chosen. Such brave browns. Two seconds. Reysalth trembled, almost tempted to plummet right before them and see which one would catch her by default. Still, there was one brown that tugged her more than the other.

One second...

The green twisted, a half-croon, half-keen escaping her. I wish I could choose you both, she spoke to the unlucky of the pair, remorse in her mindtone. Reysalth pressed tight against her chosen, grasping at him, her tail seeking to twine with his.

Laurie cooed at her browns, tossing her head lightly, her hands reaching out to both. Fingertips ran down their arms lightly. The green closed the distance, putting both within easy reach. Then, snarling quietly, she hesitated. Wavering, the woman made as if to go toward F'rah, then D'ran, pausing in between the two with a tremble. Her fingers curled against their skin. Finally, though, she chose, trailing her fingers down the length of the arm of the unfortunate brown and pressing herself to the one that would be hers. She strained, on tiptoes, nipping at his neck and running her hands up beneath his shirt, over his chest.

Reysalth/Laurie settled into the circle of Styth/F'rah's body with a sigh.

[Tashe]

In the last moments of the flight, time seemed to slow down, it felt as though it took one minute for every normal flap that the male might have made. Rukbat's rays danced upon the hides of all three of the Dragons as they flew higher and higher, casting their forms as if they were statues depicted from legends. In their time frozen dance through the sky, Styth quietly tried his hardest to win over Reysalth, to make her his. Then suddenly time sped up, traveling as fast as the tip of a leather whip and with it brought the Green. Twisting to catch Reysalth as she came for him, the Brown caught her claws and twined his head and tail, he then let nature take its designed course. Finally, after months of silent praise, Styth was able to show his love for the Green who he had fallen for.

He had taken to pacing, back and forth and then repeating his steps, oddly looking like a caged animal being teased by another. The Brownman hadn't adopted a perfect grace as he became more and more feral, in fact he acted more like a loyal canine than a lanky feline. The flight grew closer to the end, and as they spiraled upward in the sky, they moved closer to Laurie/Reysalth. Reaching out quietly as if to stroke the Female before him, the Brown found the Green up against him, and the emotions that had been building finally took over. F'rah/Styth pulled Laurie/Reysalth to them, bending slightly to make it easier for the Green to access his head, the Brown began to explore with his lips and hands...

*Bright neon Green fade*