Shatterglass [Brennath's Maiden Flight]

[boober]

The sky was that wonderful shade of blue-green that seemed like it was possible only during the autumn months. The day was lovely, warm but not hot… at least not yet. It was the perfect time to be active, before the heat of the day set in and time seemed to slow to a crawl as everyone waited for the relative coolness of the night after the sun went down. But for once, Cezine wasn’t outside enjoying herself. But she wasn’t inside working either.

The green weyrling lay on her neatly made furs, propped with her back against the wall. Her legs were stretched out before her, crossed at the ankles, her tanned feet bare. She was clad only in a wrap which seemed to imply that she’d just recently finished a bath. Her long, dark red hair lay across her dark shoulders and flowed down her back in thick waves, curling at the ends. It was still damp, adding to the theory of a recent bath. Cezine was unusually quiet, one arm folded under her bust as her opposite hand toyed with the modest necklace she’d made out of a thin string of twine and a shell she’d found on the riverbank a while back.

Her gaze seemed to almost fall out onto the ledge, where Brennath lay glowing like a beacon. Soon, now. Normally a very patient person, Cezine had lost her temper several times when the green had insisted on making it difficult on them both by refusing to listen to Hers when Cezine tried to explain what would happen. Flight was inevitable, even for Brennath, and while weyrling lessons certainly hadn’t left them uneducated, Cezine had wanted to make sure Brennath was prepared. A frown darkened the green weyrling’s face as she looked at her dragon. She was being a child, and not the kind that you wanted to hold and cuddle. They were in a stalemate now, despite how peaceful it seemed in the weyr. Brennath had uttered her famous ‘I have nothing to say to you’ line before showing Cezine her back and refusing to speak another word. How infuriating!

Taking a deep breath, Cezine forced herself to be calm. It was just Brennath’s emotions bleeding onto her mind. She knew this, but it still didn’t make it any easier. But the end was near. Even as she watched, the green’s tail suddenly slithered across the ledge to curl almost tightly around her haunches. A low growl trickled from Brennath’s throat as she lifted her head. Why couldn’t she sleep?! The sun was perfect for sleeping, so warm on her ledge, and yet… yet she wanted to be in the air, wanted to soar into the sky until her wings gave out. And she wanted the males. For the first time in her life, Brennath wanted all eyes on her, wanted them to turn vibrant shades of lust and desire for her and her alone!

Sitting up with a sudden fluid movement that was all liquid grace, the young green flared her wings wide and trumpeted her challenge to all of the males. Every male she’d ever shunned, insulted, or dismissed, she called all of them now with a throaty roar that echoed against the canyon walls. She stretched herself, arching her body in a manner that was almost feline-like before powerful muscles bunched in her haunches and she kicked off, sending a shower of tiny pebbles and dust from her ledge with the force of her kick. She called again as her wings caught her and she soared high and higher, streaking across the sky, but staying low to the weyrs. She wanted to be sure all of the males heard her call and none of them could ignore it. It was her time to shine, her turn to have all the attention on her! Brennath left her ledge and her weyr far behind, leaving her rider lying on the furs, and yet somehow taking Cezine with her at the same time.

Cezine’s only reaction was to close her eyes and let Brennath’s emotions wash over her. She gave herself completely to the lust and violence, until it was hard to say whose thoughts belonged where. This was going to be interesting.

[missa]

Willow?
Good guess. Your turn. A rather boring game of 'I spy' was being played, and in a weyr that had little more than what was needed, the game quickly became pointless. However, it was entertaining enough that W'liam remained culred up against Rinth's chest, looking up as teh bronze chuckled.
You know, when you say something beginning with 'w', there's not much to choose from. Anyway, I see, something beginning with.. 'B'.
Bed?
Yes, I've run out of things to say. Moments of silence followed, until Willow squirmed out of W'liam's arms for what seemed like no reason.

The throaty roar echoed aroudn the weyr, and with it, W'liam sighed. He already knew that Rinth would probably chase, he seemed determined to find his rider and himself a mate. Never mind that W'liam wasn't sure he wanted one yet, but Rinth never paid attention to that. Like now, as Brennath's call echoed around the weyr, he shifted slightly and nudged his rider away from his body.
You know what I spy now RiderMine?
I'm not going to like this-
I spy a beautiful, glowing, rising green. That I am going to chase.
...I knew I wasn't going to like it.

Rinth didn't wait for permission, instead got to his feet hurriedly - too hurriedly since he nearly tripped on his way up. He'd been good at that lately, yet apparently he was backsliding. Or maybe just really excited. Bugling his acceptance of her challenge, Rinth hurriedly pushed himself off the ledge, determined to be the first after her in the sky. Even if he wasn't, eagerness should count for something? Right? Crooning low in his throat as he shot after her, the bronze was determined to win this glowing beauty.

[Administrator]

Since Brennath had been glowing lately, E'ri had decided to give Cezine a few days off. It probably wasn't the brightest idea to keep the rider of a proddy green with his children. He didn't know how Cezine would react to the crazy emotions. He remembered that his Mal went slightly insane whenever Meriath was glowing, so he wanted to play it safe. He had left the babes in the care of a kindly woman who had many children of their own but had grown up. In fact, this woman watched over many of the children for riders when they needed it, so he knew that she was a good person to ask for help for. And it wasn't as though E'ri was planning on being separated for too long from the babes. He just needed to bathe, take a nap, and then he could get them. He yawned as he climbed out of the bath, wiping himself down with a towel. He had convinced Bolero and Nocturne to go off and play somewhere, and who knew where Minuet would be? That salamandyr was often off to his own devices, scurrying about in the sun, working on his tan. E'ri smirked. Well, maybe not a tan.

Pulling on some pants, he strode out into the living room where Quaver lay, curled on his couch. He smiled lightly, coming over to sit beside her. "Hello," he murmured, scratching Quaver behind her ear. She purred, stretching herself out in pleasure. He chuckled, putting a hand on her belly. She was pregnant, he had discovered a couple days ago, because of her rounding belly. Who the sire was, he didn't know, but he did know that this was just going to make his life that much more hectic. At least it would be easier when Cezine came back. She helped keep things... normal. He chuckled, sprawling out his legs so that they were on the klah table, and he lay his head back on the couch. Finally, a much deserved nap...!

Meanwhile, Bazeth was ill at ease. Something was making him nervous, but he couldn't recall what. Obviously, it wasn't E'ri, for the man was falling into an easy sleep. But for Bazeth, it was as if an odd memory was resurfacing. Something he needed to protect...

Brennath! he realized suddenly. He remembered her in her weyrling days, flying without supervision. Well, she was flying again, wasn't she? He gazed out, up to where Brennath had pushed herself into the air. Yet something in his mind stopped. Thinking for the briefest moment that she was being the naughty dragonet that she was, he bugled a warning, lifting off to Chase her into the skies. Like he did when she was younger, he was going to catch her and bring her home. His eyes whirled a dangerous violet-red. He was lusty, but it was mixed up with urgency to catch Brennath out of concern. But it quickly escalated into so much more than that. This could not be stopped, and he never realized that he was Chasing her to mate until he was consumed by the lust.

E'ri, sensing immediately what was happening, cursed. He hadn't been in a Flight in over a turn, so who...? He gulped, his vision going hazy for a moment. Brennath, Brennath, beautiful Brennath. Cezine. The human part of him hissed in denial, but his legs found themselves propelling him out of the weyr. He didn't even bother pulling a shirt on. He needed to get to her weyr and win her... The human side of him protested. She was much too young, she worked for him, and... Mal. This thought, if Bazeth hadn't been in the sky already, would have sobered him up. What would Mal think, if she saw him try to Chase Cezine?

No, not Cezine. Brennath, it was Brennath...

E'ri hissed as he entered her weyr without asking to, searching the place till he found her, lying so peacefully in her furs. She was his. This beautiful maiden green belonged to him, E'ri/Bazeth. Nobody else's.

[boober]

Brennath’s head whipped around to see the first Chaser emerge into the air. What she saw did not make her happy. That clumsy bronze! Hissing, she pumped her wings harder, rocketing through the sky like some celestial body loosened from its tethers in space. Was this all? Only one male to chase the loveliness that was her glowing form? Outrageous! A small trickle of despair started to run through the green, but it was quickly consumed by the flame of lust, fueling it into a raging inferno of desire and now fury. She screamed her rage at the males. How dare they ignore her! Her, the lovely, wonderful, beautiful Brennath! She would make them sorry, make them regret being late to her Flight. She refused to believe so many males would not Chase at all. It was against all logic.

Ah, there was another! He was familiar to her, that blue form, and almost immediately she knew who it was. A thrill ran through her, causing the green to crow with delight. Bazeth would get to see her in all her glory! She would prove to him once and for all that she was not a baby to be hauled from the skies at a blue’s fear! Yes, she remembered that day, it was sharp in her mind’s eye as if it had just happened hours ago. All of her pain and fury at not having the many chasers that she had expected and deserved vanished, replaced by something else. Eagerness. She would show Bazeth, yes she would, and she would earn his respect for her prowess in the sky. Never again would he feel the need to pluck her out of the air and pull her earthward!

Poor Rinth seemed to be all but forgotten as Brennath bugled her challenge. She surged upward, ignoring wings that were already beginning to burn. She’d show him that she was just as worthy to be in the skies as he was!

It was impossible for Cezine to differentiate between sky and earth. She and Brennath were truly one now, and it was why, as soon as Bazeth/E’ri appeared, she swiveled her head to look at him before suddenly tumbling off the edge of the bed, flashing a long line of leg before landing solidly on her feet and eyeing him across the expanse of the furs, her long dark hair falling wildly around her shoulders and back. He would not Catch her so easily! There may not have been much space in the weyr, but as far as she was concerned, she had wings. It looked as if things were about to get even more interesting.


[[I'm sorry it sucks ._.;]]

[Administrator]

Bazeth growled in desire. She was so beautiful! That stupid bronze didn't deserve her like he did. Bronzes thought they owned all the greens in the Weyr simply because they were large. Well, he'd show him! Hissing, he powered himself forward after the young green, determined to outdo the young bronze. Yesss, this bronze was merely a babe compared to him. This gave Bazeth a boost of confidence as he shot ahead. Shards, how beautiful she was! How her hide glowed in the sun, making her illuminate the sky! Even Rukbat was dull in comparison to her! He crooned after her as he pumped his wings to make himself fly faster. He wanted her to be his. How gracefully she flew! It put all other greens to shame. He wanted to take her in his claws and make it so she would Fly with him! However, he needed to be patient. She would love seeing what a good flyer he was himself! He wanted her to think that there was no better dragon but him!

His wide wings felt only the mildest twinge of pain as he aimed his body higher. But this pain was nothing. He would never falter if it meant he could win beautiful Brennath. Pushing air past him as he zoomed closer to Brennath, he chanced another croon up toward her, trying to compliment her without forming words in his mind. He wanted her to know that he knew that no other green could compare to such a dazzling creature that she was! His breathing labored, he continued after her. Crooning used some of his energy, but he would keep going after her, even if it meant falling out of the sky once this was over.

E'ri smiled hungrily at Cezine/Brennath. Not wanting his eyes to lose sight of her for even a minute, he fixed the problem that the heat that his shirt was giving him by ripping it down the chest off of his body. However, he made no move to help her when she fell; this was just another one of her seductive tricks, and it was working. Shamelessly, he looked over her body up and down. He would, in his right mind, not only help her, but also never look at her in this way, but now, he had nothing else on his mind. She was such a beautiful vixen green... He wanted to do nothing more than get rid of the stupid bronze and make her his! He wanted to touch her warm green hide, and prove to him that he was the only one who was right for her. A deep growl erupted from his throat, and he edged closer to her, his eyes still staring at her body. Through his dragon eyes, she was the prettiest green he could remember seeing. He licked his lips.

[missa]

As Brennath screeched her fury, Rinth managed only a confused croon in response, why was she angry at him? He'd been the first into the air after her, he'd seen her beauty immediately, he'd seen how wonderful and glorious she was, so Brennath being angry at him didn't make sense. Maybe - hopefully - she was angry because there was only he so far?

Oh but there was another, only a blue but he would be far quicker than Rinth and far more experienced too. Oh dear. Brennath even seemed to know him better, that just made him feel alot worse too. Determined not to be left out simply because she was familliar with the blue, Rinth crooned softly to Brennath giving the blue a annoyed glance. After all, he was a bronze, what was a silly blue for competition, if that was all he had to reckon with, that was fine.

Up, up, up! Yes this was fine, this was good, for she would only tire herself out - and her chasers - and Rinth was positive he could outlast the silly blue when it came to how long they would have to stay in the air. If Brennath wanted to test their strength and endurance, he wouldn't complain.

W'liam/Rinth stepped forward slightly as she tumbled, pausing only seconds after she'd fallen. He couldn't touch her, no, no it wasn't allowed. Turning his head to growl softly at E'ri/Bazeth, W'liam/Rinth's gaze quickly went back to the prize. The beautiful green, the soaring green they both wanted. W'liam/Rinth would like nothing more than to beat the blue, to win the clever, tempting green over.

[boober]

Just as suddenly as Brennath’s ascent began, it ended when she leveled off with one more powerful downstroke that created invisible whirlwinds in the air behind her. One minute you see her, the next you don’t, for it had seemed as if she’d vanished, but the truth was, she was rocketing back toward the ground. The deep stoop was quickly abandoned, the green body twisting its way out of the dive with a sensuous writhing motion that seemed more reminiscent of a snake than a dragon. Brennath arched through the air, enticing her two males with a sound that seemed almost sing-song. One who wasn’t affected by the Flight might make the realization that Brennath almost seemed to be showing off for the ones who chased her. Bazeth more than Rinth, to be sure, but Rinth was definitely not excluded. The bronze would have to forget his clumsiness if he wanted to win her.

Twisting in midair, Brennath seemed to all but flow downwards before catching herself on her wings. She was doing some fancy wing-work, especially for her first Flight. But that was suddenly left behind as she swooped slightly upward and raced back across the jungle canopy. This was the moment of truth. Her wings were giving out on her, and while she wanted to fly forever, just to see if they would chase her to the Snowy Wastes and back, a slightly cooler head prevailed and she knew that it just was not possible. It was time to choose. Rolling through the air, she trimmed her wings and dropped at the same time before opening them again in a fraction of a second. Brennath was suddenly in front of and slightly beside Rinth. It was the perfect position, except… except she suddenly swept her tail hard to the side and banked sharply, literally on a wingtip, before flying away. She’d chosen, and the bronze was clearly being dismissed.

Cezine/Brennath hissed at the males as they dared to come closer to her. She was not ready! She would choose one of them, not the other way around. But oh, her wings were getting so tired, and her body ached from the strenuous Flight. She needed to choose. The anger at having a mere two suitors to choose from had faded somewhat; she’d put on a good Flight, and perhaps seeing that she would be a challenge and not an easy pick, more would join in the next time. Yes, they would. Satisfied by this, she suddenly wove her way around E’ri, moving like a shot as she approached W’liam/Rinth, a seductive little smile on her face. She brushed her fingertips over his chest lightly before giving him a slight push and spinning away. The movement seemed almost choreographed, like she’d practiced it a hundred times. But nothing about Flight was practiced. W’liam was out.

But perhaps practice should have played a part; as Brennath tried to right herself from her sharp turn, her wings folded and sent her tumbling in the air. A shriek was startled out of the green as she all but plowed into Bazeth. Not quite what she had in mind! However, she had made her choice clear, and it was up to Bazeth to Catch her now.... Earthbound, Cezine stumbled at the same time, seeming to trip over mere air and collapse. But she reached out and saved herself, latching onto E’ri and holding on tightly. It was a good thing she’d chosen him, for as soon as her body met his, her hands were tugging impatiently at his pants… a clear sign the Flight was done.

[Administrator]

Bazeth let out a sharp bugle as Brennath had seemingly disappeared. Plunging through a hard push of wind that she seemingly caused, he looked around madly for a moment. There she was! His multi-faceted eyes whirled a bright violet as he dove toward the ground after her. The minx, thinking she could get away from him that easily! Growling as he dove, he made to tail her. Yet as quickly as she'd descended, she ascended, pulling upwards with twisting of her glowing green body. Startled, but determined, he continued to pull after her. The rival bronze was all but forgotten. The only thing on his mind was Brennath and how he was going to catch her. She was so graceful, turning and twisting in the air like that! And then her sweet, musical voice! He didn't seem to notice that she might've been showing off on purpose; he obviously didn't mind that! If he had the energy, he would watch her aerial dance all day!

Following her like a puppy as she flitted about, Bazeth wondered, in the back of his mind, if she was tiring out. She must be-- she was doing a lot, and she was too young to have built up a substantial amount of endurance yet. Well, no matter. He would be sure to carry her back when she did get too tired. This was just what he had been worried about when she tried flying by herself that long time ago. His wings protested as he tailed her. They were aching incessantly now. But he would hold out, just for her. She was his glowing green beacon, the one that he had to reach out and hold in his ocean-blue claws.

And she dared to go near Rinth?! He hissed in anger, snarling at the younger dragon-- until she swerved away. Grunting in surprise as she moved, he bolted towards her. She seemed to lose control after that hard turn, and memories came to the front of his mind once again. His Brennath was not going to fall out of the sky on his watch. He had moved to protect her from that before, and he would do it again. Diving towards her, he grabbed her with his claws, pulling her close to him, cooing. Twining his tail and neck around hers, he crooned for her. Brennath was his. That stupid bronze did not get his precious little green!

E'ri/Bazeth growled right back at W'liam/Rinth. Stupid little bronze could never outbest him. He knew Brennath. He knew her enough to know that she would never belong to such a silly-headed youngling. Smirking as Cezine/Brennath hissed to him, he took another dangerous step closer. But then the vixen green teased him! Growling, he made as if to reach for her as she gracefully moved around him-- toward W'liam/Rinth. He hissed, clenching his fists as she began sidle up to him, flirting with the stupid bronze! This angered E'ri/Bazeth, who narrowed his eyes. Then, like a sign, the girl tripped, and E'ri right away clutched her as she held to him. But he wouldn't let her go! Smiling ferally, he ripped at her clothing as fast as he could, his need to mate stronger than ever. At the same time, he locked lips with hers. His beautiful Cezine had chosen him.