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 When Fates Intertwine, SP: 15 ~ Sutiexth's Maiden Flight
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 Posted: Aug 1 2016, 05:17 PM
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It was finally time.

She had waited long for this moment. There had been pain, joy, sorrow, and happiness in their time together here. There had been loss. And there had been the promise of finding love again. And through it all they had been together. Growing in strength for each other over the turns. From young girl and hatchling into rider and dragon.

And now it was time.

Sutiexth perched on her ledge, grey hide shimmering in the pre-dawn light. The sun would be up soon, but for now the glow of her hide was unmistakable. The sky was a mix of clear blue and white clouds. The air and the grass were heavy with mist and wetness and smelled heavily of spring. It was a season of beginnings. A good time to start something new.

Turning back to her weyr for a moment, Sutiexth regarded the young woman who watched her, smiling. The one called Dolphin nodded. She had matured much from the frightening child Suteixth had chosen all those turns ago. The grey had waited out of concern for her, but they were ready now. The question was, was everyone else.

The sun broke the horizon as Suteixth launched herself into the sky. She dipped gracefully as she soared up and over weyr ledges around the bowl. She called out to those watching and those sleeping. Who will test their fate this day? she asked, her calming voice playful and curious. Who will fly with me?

Dolly watched her go and let out a long breath. Sutiexth had warned her this was coming. She had done her best to be ready. She had been expected it for some time after all. Still, the powerful stream of emotions from Sutiexth seemed almost out of place for the placid dragon. Was her dragon, giggling? Dolly let out a giggle of her own, her mind an odd mix of girl and dragon. Maybe this would be fun after all! She turned to watch the entrance of her weyr. Now, who would be here first?
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It was a misty morning when there was another flight that Higarath was around and allowed by M’rat to participate in. M’rat narrowly avoided having Higarath chase after Keth in her first flight considering the fact that M’rat had absolutely no intention of getting into any of the Weyrs’ political scenes with Queens now not as unwilling to let Fighters chase and catch them. He wasn’t as opposed, however, to Higarath chasing after some of the smaller less politically important females of the Weyr the Grey Sutiexth being no exception though he wasn’t about to leave his weyr and willing partner for another Dragonrider’s weyr.

Higarath was happy at least, though he pined over not being able to chase the metallic beauties that were the Queen Dragons of the Weyr, he knew full well that his rider had no intention of willingly shouldering the potential political responsibility that came with being a Junior Weyrleader. Taking off into the skies in pursuit of the Grey was nice though with Higarath not having to think about how he would manage to stay for the entire flight that he had to think about with the larger females that he had chased before in the past. I come Grey Sutiexth, a nice morning for a flight don’t you find? said Higarath in his typical jovial tone of mind voice.


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Like he was taking his first breath, L'xon's chest rose high and his eyes opened, not seeing the ceiling above him but the little towers and rivulets of clouds outside. The brief impression of extending his wings, fragile spars shaking off the dew. As he exhaled, the image faded, not a dream but a foundation. He stuck out his own flightless arms along his mattress, pushing out from beneath the furs. He was given time to wash, even shave off his beard, in a stupor crafted from experience to mechanical precision.

Exhaling again. He headed outside, light clothes, long trousers and the kind of boots you did not have to tie on. A jacket of wherhide to fight the cold, but it was not for riding. Halventh laid down before him, thirty-three feet of oiled blue dragon, then the long coil of his tail that L'xon used to mount in absence of an offered arm. His bare palms hooked into the ridges around the tail base, then the nodes of the spine, up to the saddle ahead of his bondmate's shoulderblades. He laid down against the space cultivated just for him, adjusting a leg to each side but not committing to a seated ride, resting his fingers on the ridge ahead of him.

He saw his own face from Halventh's eye. The blond looked washed out, but it was foolery in the light.

Can't say I agree with all your choices, he offered his drake as they awaited morning. Queen disasters, subqueens that tore him limb from limb, even bitey greens and cyans. But this one is alright. He could see her even on his own power, when he cared to lift his head and peep past Halventh's neck. Cooking up her inner light across from them on the west wall was a gray, something even his dragon could manage. Halventh slid a few feet forward on his belly, his wingtalons hooking against the perimeter of his ledge. L'xon closed his eyes and ducked his forehead against his blue's back to wait.

No matter his movement's worm-like connotation on the ground, Halventh slipped to the air like a man to a tailored suit. His wings were open the next time L'xon looked up, and he glided fast and down to a strange ledge. He would have remembered a Grayflight, he was sure. Halventh's interest was no predictor, but when he saw the rider L'xon suspected a maiden- hopefully on the dragon's part only.

"Good morning," he murmured, pushing back his hair still wet from washing. He had been laying on Halventh long enough that a layer of droplets had formed on his jacket, and the tips of his boots. He did not look after the soft drip that occasionally departed his jacket hem, but dropped his hand and considered the girl in front of him. "I hope this stays as relaxing as it feels right now."

Halventh's voice filled in a soft echo across the Bowl after Sutiexth's departure, as he flapped past the rock walls into the sunlight. His first five wingbeats above the Rim shot him high, and he extended his hindlegs, crafting just enough of a stall to drop him back to the gray's level before he continued his active pursuit. Now, he answered her question, opening his mouth to a belt of dragonsong.

He was a shade too old now to promise love at first Flight when his mind crossed with hers. But he remained healthy and vigorous, he assured her in a beam of mental warmth. And the canniest Chaser in the pack, whoever the pack would be. The gray scar tissue criss-crossing his torso had not hardened into his flight muscles, which he demonstrated with a flip, and a chirp entreating her to slow down into his leathery winged embrace.

The blue dragon cocked his head one side to the other, looking at her with red eyes, but not the bloody tang of hunger or the orangey sunrise of anger. He tilted his facets solely for effect, flashing them jewel-like at Sutiexth. Relaxing, L'xon had proclaimed. Halventh made no move to interrupt that conception.
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Baelyrth was no small-time chaser, at least in his own mind. Dignified and as yet manipulative, he'd successfully convinced His that the more time they spent in the skies, the better. Well, at least, the more time he himself spent up there.

Only graduated a few seasons now, the spindly, spiny Black had a handful of successes in his claws, all Fighters. No Sports, no Queens, no SubQueens. All males had to start somewhere, it appeared. Talons flexed against the ledge; unlike some bonded pairs, V'ael's eyes tracked the Gray with a curiosity mirrored in the whirling purple facets of his Black. Sucking the meat off a wherry bone, he licked his lips of the grease before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Hair blacker than the reptile beside him fluttered around his face and shoulders in the Spring air, and his eyes narrowed as others joined the chase. Blue, Blue...were they all to be so boring? What was...wait, no, that one had no front legs. Intriguing, isn't it, Baelyrth murmured to His, gaze transfixed on the rising female.

A momentary silence.

Come. This one is different from our others, we must make sure your presence is known, as well as mine.

The silence continued, before Vu moved to the basin with his water, pouring a bit into it to wash his face and hands. It wouldn't do for him to show up stinking of his food, and if the former Holdless knew nothing else, it was that scent would give him away long before anything else did. He didn't care otherwise how he looked. Unable to grow facial hair, he didn't have to worry about shaving, and his hair tended to have a brush run through it at least once a day. He was presentable, at best. One hand hooked into the elongated spines against Baelyrth's neck, and he swung aboard.

Dropped off on Dolly's ledge, V'ael turned to watch his Black until the group was out of sight. He then leaned against the wall, hands stuffed in his back pockets with quite possibly the most disinterested expression a man could possess. He wasn't into waiting for his dragon to be chosen, nor was he inclined to the matter of waiting for a choice to be made as far as his own affairs were concerned. Baelyrth, however, had decided that females capable of clutching were more important, and thus V'ael was cast to the ledge as fodder while Bael sought his prize.

You have called, he responded to the smaller ghost in the skies ahead of him, And I have answered.

A Burgundy suddenly collided almost full-force with the Black, and a momentary surge of 'what the shards' hit Baelyrth before he realized Tryonilth was there. The stout Burgundy hadn't done what the Black had done; C'lainn was sheltered in his closet, with the screen pulled across, hiding with scarcely a glow of sunlight to illuminate him. Huddled against the wall, he sighed and took comfort in the confined space. No emptiness for people to grab him, no expectations. Most importantly, no strange, clingy, over-eager women to talk to him.

Come now, Baelyrth, Tryonilth remarked with a chortle, Leave the gorgeous ladies to we....more experienced drakes, won't you?
I suppose you had best drop out, too, Tryonilth. We are clutchsiblings, after all, and I hear Yours is afraid of females.

Baelyrth growled when the Burgundy snapped at him, barrel rolling to the other side of Halventh. What an undignified brute, that one. Tryonilth crooned at Sutiexth, puffing his chest out and flaring his wings dramatically before surging forwards in pursuit.

My dearest darling Sutiexth, he warbled like a Firelizard impressed, You have chosen a positively delightful day to Rise. May the best dragon win your favor and be honored to have you!

A third suitor rose to pursue; near-white marked, J'tar was settled against the ledge. He looked past V'ael, who didn't give the other Rider a second glance, before Jay settled down against the stone to sit. The view from Uviqueth was a bit vertigo-inducing, and quickly the Blue pulled back as much as he could. He greeted all those present only after he chuffed a soft Hello, Hello, Hello, at Sutiexth, a sound mirrored by the man sitting on Dolly's ledge. He bobbled a bit, found a spot on the floor, and proceeded to stare at it, mostly. Occasionally his eyes lifted to some other place, or lingered only a fraction of a moment on a face, before returning to the floor.


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Test their fate.
Test.

Roiath's hide twitched as he watched the young grey rise. Her words piqued his interest and his eyes burned red. He watched... considered and weighed that possible choice over other things he could be doing. Sutiexth was no Luneth, but both were grey, thus he categorized them as gentle, soft -- which was fine. But not for his Flights... but still...

Did she mean what she said?
Test their strength, skill, flight prowess? Or was "fate" a fancy word for what lay beneath the surface?

Why don't you go find out? You caught between chasing and staying is a tad irritating. You are either going to let me work, or allow me time so I may excuse myself.

The blue released a frustrated groan but eventually pushed himself to his feet and dove from his ledge. His wings spread to catch the air and he used that momentum to carry him up and towards the glowing Grey. The wingsecond Blue roughly passed one or two of the others, perhaps his Black wingmate. They were all so young... ah.. not all, noting the presence of Higarath, Halventh, and... an unknown Blue. Though once he was properly caught up, he brushed her mind gently.

Which kind of fate are we testing this day, Sutiexth? he asked her simply. Once upon a time his words would have been colored with praises and remarks of beauty, but over time that lessened more and more. Some of the more intense Flights required no speaking, but he would respond if a question was asked. He wasn't rude. Flight irritable, perhaps... but never rude to the Rising female. The others though...

His rider was keeping an eye on his actions, so he would not instigate anything. But he wished for someone to try... then again this may not be that sort of Flight.

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Are you awake, MineOwn? a quiet voice purred into M'teng's sleepy mind.

Maybe, came the groggy reply. Who's Rising that you want to chase today?

Sutiexth. A most beautiful little Gray, having her first Flight this morning, Szolath smugly replied. She desires suitors who want to test their fates today. Though exactly what she means by that, I don't know.

And you wish to find out. Take me over then, after I clean up a tad, said as the man stretched and began waking himself up.

Once M'teng was awake enough to think again, he was dropped off on Dolly's ledge to await the final choice with the other suitors. Szolath joined the other suitors, taking note of who was spoiling for a fight and who wasn't. I am here, Sutiexth, he purred into he mind. Whatever test or challenge you have in mind today, I will face and prove myself the better of these others vieing for your attentions. A statement that wasn't a boast, in his mind. He was smart, clever, and highly acrobatic in the air. He could do virtually anything she wanted him to do.

All she had to do was ask.
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Sutiexth pulled away from the wall and flew higher into the sky above the bowl. She twisted, coiling in middair until she could see the coming dragons below her. Many had come. This was good. It would be more of a challenge for them all. She had no particular preference for one over the other. Only the Chase would show her who was worthy of her attentions.

Very nice indeed, she told Higarath calmly. He was a fine blue, happy and strong. She liked that.

Halventh was next. Another blue, this one greatly scared by the dangers of time. Yet still he was strong and true. Fate may not have been kind to him in the past, but he bore it well. Sutiexth crooned pleasantly at him in thanks for joining the chase.

Two brothers were next, a fascinating prospect. As a dragon, Sutiexth had no particular close attatchement to her own siblings. Yet Dolphin loved all of hers, and she had more than many dragons did. Peace brothers, she crooned, though her eyes twinkled a bit at their antics. You both please me. No need for sibling rivalry here. Perhaps she aught to do more to stop them, but they hadn't drawn any blood.

And hello to you, she told Uviqueth, still with amusement in her tone. Such a cheerful fellow. So much like her own Dolphin.

A dark blue hide came next. One older than many of the others so far. But age meant nothing to her. He was curious, she noted. This pleased her. Curiosity was a good trait, especially when tempered with wisdom and experience. Both your fate, she told Roiath passively. And mine. And perhaps those that come after us. Hard to say yet what would come of this Flight. Anything was possible.

The last dragon was bold and confident. Sutiexth nearly laughed at how sure he was. She did not belittle him though. He was a fine dragon. Perhaps fate would prove his words true. We shall see, she told Szolath sweetly.

When she was sure they were all here, Sutiexth circled around them once, staying playfully out of reach. Today our fates collide in this moment, she declared to all. Her voice was calm and filled with a sense of authority. Though authority over what it was hard to say. This was her moment though, and one she had long desired. The strings of fate stretch out in all directions. Who can say where they lead? To life, to death, to love, to hate. None can know what fate will bring. Tell me what fate you desire. Show me you have the strength to find it.

She dove then. Tiny body shooting down towards the earth. She did not look to see if they followed. She had no doubt each of them would make their own choice. The watery surface of the lake loomed in her vision. In a trick she would never perform with her rider, Sutiexth flared her wings and splashed over the surface of the water. Her claws and tail cut through the ripples as she zipped along it's surface. She turned her head to look up, waiting to see how her suitors might impress her.

Dolly greeted all the riders who joined her with a smile and a cheerful wave. Most of them where here, though not all. Not that she minded. It was good to have any company. Though she did wish she had more to offer them than stone floor and walls. "I should have made pie," she thought aloud, more to herself but loud enough for the others to here. She giggled, only half in control of herself. Here was Sutiexth, trying to have a serious time with her males, and she justed wanted to give them all snacks. Maybe next time they could have a pie eating contest instead!
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The blue dragon hissed as the gray turned over herself to spy on him. He flushed his wings down and wide, easing his pursuit to bounce upon the invisible wall between the tips of her coiling tail and his broad, scarred body. A sentiment returned to Sutiexth, Halventh soul-to-soul as he glided with her: he adored her eyes upon him. Their world, made of air, had the transitory quality of drawing dragons previously without close association together in instants of harmony, sunlit sparks in the languid pool of the Weyr. That was him to her, a large shadow against her winding trail, and then a spark.

It turned out Sutiexth had been looking at other dragons too. She bespoke them, but as he lacked in words so did she to him, and Halventh took that as a good sign. A pattern in the wind. She doubled back to circle them like a dolphin corralling a school of fish, and he played along, coasting on a hover and a dream. His snout followed her perimeter as she drew it, and he wagged his body around the other suitors, keeping to the outside of their cloud, but not entirely parallel to the gray.

When she cut back down to the lake, the drake mastered the unnatural challenge of looking down while in Chase. He did not follow, though of all dragons none knew better than he the trial of a grounded Flight. His nostrils flexed at an atmosphere now empty of her hints, and he stayed almost perfect at his height by holding his wings out, propping each over a column of rising air. Halventh dangled, a sky-colored lure, eyes pulsing but the whisper of his spirit closer to confusion than anything else.

He stared down at the gray, then opened his jaws to give voice to a high, sustained bugle. A pocket of melodic thunder waiting for the rains to come.

L'xon, listening to the gray's girl babble about pie, found himself in similar bewilderment. Or maybe it was that the moment saw the dragon into him too, and the stoppage only at the surface, the two of them prepared for lightning reaction should the subject of their entanglement rise from the lake, and from words.
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At least there wasn’t much in terms of aggression, which was a good thing considering some of the other flights that he had been involved in and some of those the rising female even encouraging it though Sutiexth didn’t seem like that kind of Dragon so far. Higarath took pride in being the first male to join in and the first to be acknowledged though he was hardly the last with three other Blues from around the Weyr, two Blacks, and a Burgundy rounding out the Dragons chasing her.

Though they were all Fighter colours at least the Grey wasn’t bereft of choice in terms of personalities if not in colour, though that also made Higarath’s job of winning Sutiexth over harder. The rising female circled her suitors once, of course he didn’t even try to forcibly catch the Grey partly because it was her Maide flight and it would be bad form for it to start off like that and that wasn’t something that he liked to do anyways, before heading off at a brisk pace. Wasn’t one to think that far into the future, he mostly left that to M’rat to figure out something that his rider wished wasn’t something that he alone had to think about. Have a good and fair flight, whether or not I win in the end of course is up to you, what happens after that will be whatever it will be I figure, said Higarath having little else to say.


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Szolath could only laugh in delight over Sutiexth's comment to him. Of course he was a bold confident fellow; in his experience the self-effacing fellows never got anything done like the bold ones did. He did think a few moments over her words about fates before offering his answer. Those parts of my fate I can choose for myself, I have, and am happy with the overall results of those choices, he said honestly. But those parts of fate that rests on the choices of others, or on Fate itself, I cannot know or truly plan for. I can only roll with them when they come to my attention, for good or ill.

The slender Black matched the beautiful Gray's flight pattern as closely as he could without colliding with the other chasers or the leader herself. When she dove, so did he, being only a bit larger than she was. He, too, skimmed the lake as she did, wishing to show off to her his greater agility and daring as compared to the larger males present. Except that when his paws dipped into the water, Szolath scooped up a wild Amber pillie that had the misfortune of swimming just under the water's surface when/where his paw dipped into the lake. A one in a thousand catch, especially under the circumstances.

Beautiful Sutiexth, here is a rare thing for diving dragons like us to ever catch in our paws, he crooned at her, showing her his prize if she cared to turn and look at it. I shall, of course, return it to the water in a few moments to live out its natural life in relative peace after its current bout of fear, but for the moment it works as an illustration of my words. If I could think of better ones to give you that aren't colored by our current lusts, that is. Perhaps once this Flight is over, we can discuss those ideas more in-depth? A moment's pause, before dropping the pillie back into the lake. And perhaps come up with a better metaphor for this idea I have?

M'teng, meanwhile, had to smile at Dolly's comment. Snacks would be an unusual thing to find during a Flight, if only because everyone's attention was on something more urgent than food right then. "Perhaps next time you can provide snacks. For afterwards, anyway. Right now I don't think anyone's ready for food." He then settled back in his place among the other suitors to await the Graypair's choice.
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Roiath contemplated her words with the corners of his lips twitching just a bit. It was a very human reaction, which was only natural when one spent as much time as he did with his Chosen. Hmm, so she was leaving it entirely up to fate. He was still intrigued, and whether that was because he didn't know how and what he was supposed to do to please her, or due to Flightlust... that didn't matter. She hooked him and reeled him in, and now he was here attentive to her every word. Then, I hope fate is kind to us both, regardless of this outcome he responded to her. Fate could be a fickle beast, after all.

Red eyes watched her circle, a pattern he has seen many times over the course of his life. She was playful. There was no danger, there was no threat from the others... it was calm. But because he didn't know her patterns, her mind he didn't know what she would do so that kept his gaze and interest fixed. Even if it was for curiosity sake.

Oh little grey.... what are you going to do?
Watch us dance, watch us fall for you?

Those words were kept to himself as he listened to her command them, in a manner of speaking.

She dove and red in his eyes sparked, and the blue didn't hesitate to follow. He may be larger than the black that dove too... but he was also agile. He wasn't in a wingsecond position for nothing, after all. Roiath's wings were pinned to his side, allowing gravity to take him, to build his momentum. He had Da'on at the back of his mind urging him to not be an idiot... but Roiath knew what he was doing. This blue knew his limits.

So Roiath knew that with his size and the speed at which he was travelling he wouldn't be able to pull up so close to the water and remain air borne. Ergo he had to pull up much sooner the delay between dropping and his wings catching the air wouldn't be a problem. His wings skimmed the waters surface as he pulled up over the rippling surface. Roiath was no black, nor a grey, but he still tried.

To love, to be loved and to lead. Those are my paths, and have always been since arriving here. I fly along a thin path, but I do have the strength to remain steadfast, and the heart to continue on.

Ahh there's my sappy harper. Here I thought you grew bitter.
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Baelyrth shook his whole body out in mid-air, twisting through the thermals with a flare of his wings as Tryonilth was right behind him. The Burgundy snapped at his brother's heels, and Bael thwapped him with his forks.

The Black followed Sutiexth through the dive, gleefully bugling in retort.

What a positively wonderful sense of destiny! Why, I desire to see this Weyr grow strong. To stand against all those who would say that we are nothing, that our home isn't worthy of the attention and affection given to so many others, by so many others.

It was a lie, and yet not. Baelyrth was motivated by success and furthering his own position within the Weyr; by default, that included doing some things that benefitted the Weyr as a whole. Notably, it also meant furthering the rankings of His, as well, considering how bound together they were. Though in those moments, his V'ael appeared still quite disinterested. Bael would have to turn on the charm if they hoped to get anywhere with this one.

Still, perhaps charm wasn't what was needed. Tryonilth had loaded on plenty of that, and earned much the same comparative attention as Bael himself had. Which was to say, not much at all.

The Burgundy had no real answer for her. He was no great philosopher. He honestly didn't expect to be chosen, but the opportunity to stretch his wings was always welcome.

V'ael yawned, sliding his hands into his pockets and rocking back on his heels. He looked Dolphin over - what kind of name WAS that, anyway? What was with so many of these people cropping up with Crafter names? - and then returned his attention back out to the Bowl at large, waiting for the inevitable choice that would either release him back to the world at large and the shadows that kept him, or would put him in bed with this...girl. Woman. Lady. He wasn't sure what to call her, she didn't look much younger than him. She didn't look espoused, either, and judging from the number of suitors here and her expression, she wasn't weyrmates with anyone, either.

J'tar toyed with the ends of his fingers, lifted his eyes towards Dolly, and then diverted them again.

Uviqueth dove after their Gray quarry, the Blue perhaps one of the more experienced drakes in the field save for a couple others. He pinned his paws expertly against his belly and keel, headknobs angling as he swept after Sutiexth.

What will be, will be, my lady, the Blue answered kindly. Fate is fate. We can no better pursue it nor quest for it, than we can for it to simply happen. We can want for all things, but in the end, no matter how much we want you individually or as a group, the choice is not ours to make. It's yours.

Baelyrth flipped upside down - as Sutiexth trailed her claws through the surface, he ran his spines and headknobs through the rippling surface, before barrel-rolling to continue the pursuit. Tryonilth snapped at his brother's tail.


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Sutiexth slowed a little as she reached the edge of the lake. She curved, enjoying the cool feel as her right wing dipped into the water. Then she was rising upward again, regarding her suitors with a curious eye. They were all still with her and it pleased her greatly. It would be a shame for any of them to drop out so early. Not that she could fly forever. Her limits were fairly short compared to most females. Though short didn't mean it had to be easy.

There was Halventh, still silent and strong. He may not have followed her down to the lake, but she did not begrudge him for it. In many ways, she connected more with his silence, than the words she had shared with the otheres. Continuing to rise, she passed close by his nose with a pleased crooned and a twinkle in her eye. Then she twisted so she could fly ahead again, back towards the edge of the Bowl.

Higarath's simple answer almost made Sutiexth laugh. In the end he was very close to the truth. One could not see fate as clearly as one could see the clouds or the stars. So dewling long on it wasn't usually very wise. That didn't stop her from dwelling on it often, of course, but it's mysteries didn't bother her. It will indeed, she agreed in a pleased tone. It will indeed.

Szolath had many words to share, and very thoughtful ones too. She winged around to admire his pillie catch as she contemplated an answer Sometimes luck was part of fate too, but she was glad the poor creature would be returned to its home. Perhaps we shall, she agreed, eyes twinkling merrily. She wasn't ready to end the Flight quite yet, but pilie metaphors did sound amusing. Tomorrow is a another day.

Roiath was quick to follow her, even if he did not fall so close as the smaller dragons. She did not mind. Knowing one's limits was an important skill and the older blue was indeed wise and skilled. And apparently a touch of a poet too. She purred a little at his truthful words. It takes strength to be sure of ones path, she agreed. I hope yours never wavers.

Baelyrth was an interesting fellow indeed. His words rang true, though she wasn't sure if he was saying all he truly meant. It was no matter. Words were not everything, and the young black was enthusiastic and determined. Not to mention his very entertaining flips over the water. Impressive words, she agreed thoughtfully. Would that fate were always so kind. It seemed their fate here to be alone sometimes. Yet today wasn't the day to dwell on such things.

Tryonilth seemed oddly silent and Sutiexth felt a little sad for him. His words had been so sweet before. Perhaps he was only thinking long of his next move. She could be patient. She offered him an encouraging croon as she passed.

Uviqueth perhaps had spoken closest to the truth of it, though many others had similar thoughts. He was both thoughtful and eloquent in his speech and she found herself crooning in appreciation. True words, she spoke, pleased. Perhaps fate will be kind to us all.

Pushing her wings, Sutiexth rose to put distance between herself and her suitors again. Higher above the bowl now, where there was more space to move and no obstacles to dodge. She enjoying daring tight spaces, but many of her Chasers were larger and she wanted all of them to have a fair chance. You have shared with me your words and your thoughts, she told them all, pleasure in her tone. Not all had spoken aloud, perhaps, but she did not mind in the least. Her eyes danced with mischief. Now we shall test our fate on the winds! She twirled in the air, flicking her tail playfully behind her as she sped across the sky.

Snacks during a flight. The idea made Dolly giggle again. True, it was a silly idea and not one most of them really wanted right then. Even she wasn't really all that hungry at the moment. But thinking about it helped her relax. She was nervous, though Sutiexth's confidence was helping her hide it. She didn't really know many of these men very well. Not much to do but wait and see what would happen. It probably depended on who her dragon picked and who was here. She supposed in many ways she just need to trust it would all work out. Fate couldn't really be rushed after all.
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 Posted: Aug 20 2016, 11:36 PM
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Well at least Sutiexth appreciated his rather simple question which was the only opinion that mattered at this point in the flight, and that was something that he preferred for a flight not having to worry about other’s opinion of him. The Blue knew that the flight would be short compared to some of the other females that he had chased in his years of chasing both in Dalibor Weyr and other Weyrs across Pern but as long as the Grey was satisfied with her choice it didn’t matter how long it took.

Higarath didn’t know what he thought about Szolath’s catching of a pillie, after all M’rat was bonded with a pillie though at times M’rat was exasperated with the yellow and her attitude it wasn’t something that was unfamiliar to him. Of course this was hardly the time nor the place to bring up such things and Sutiexth didn’t seem to mind for now so he let it slide and see what M’rat thought later. Without much of a warning the Grey quickly ascended from the Weyrbowl into the skies above turning herself out away from the Bowl the suitors, Higarath included, to see just what would win over the female. At the very least it was a good exercise in terms of flying as he rolled sideways in the air at the very least trying to avoid the other suitors though he didn’t know whether or not the others were as cautious before ascending and descending quickly in hopes of winning the Grey’s favour.


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 Posted: Aug 24 2016, 09:20 AM
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Paws dipped into the cool waters as Sutiexth led them over the lake's surface. A deep thrum vibrated through his neck and chest as he followed the swift little grey. He was, surprisingly, enjoying this Flight. While it didn't have the thrill of danger as it would have if he were chasing a Red... but she still watched them as she tested them, as she tested their agility alongside her own. It kept his mind engaged, and thus his attention solely on her, and soon the others went ignored... even the pillie snatching Szolath, and the still squabbling young males. As long as none of the males bumbled into his space, they would be left untouched. Although his rider kept a lock on any shenanigans he wished to start. Da'on knew him, knew he wouldn't be above a little show of prowess via sky battle.

But alas... he had to behave.

He beat his wings to rise with her and the others, and when she bespoke him a warmth flooded through him at her assessment of his strength. I wish the same for you he responded to her warmly. Though she didn't share what she wished, and he didn't pry... but it was polite to wish the same. With all her talk of fate and such he was sure she slipped onto a path of her own, with her own goals. Even if it was as simple as allowing "fate" to guide her wings.

They rose higher and higher over the bowl, and Roiath trumpeted a playful sort of bugle as he followed. Her words earned a sharp bark, clearly he was finished talking and was more than ready to fly after her.

She was fast. Faster than he, and if he was to be completely honest he was much more used to keeping up with the females he chased. While he was not far behind... he was faster than the subqueens he chose to pursue. The proverbial tables have been flipped, and he couldn't have been more pleased and frustrated by this concept. It didn't help that there were two blacks and a burgundy to contend with as well. He knew the Blues that chased her, he has flown with them a few times over.

Roiath watched the way she moved very carefully, if a wing so much as twitched in a direction he'd weave in that direction sharply. This was so he could keep inside the circle, so every time she twisted he'd gain a little ground. He caught a rising thermal and rose above the group just enough so he could pin his wings for a time to gain speed without exerting too much. Rinse and repeat, the blue weaved up through what thermals he caught and dove again.

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The purr in Halventh's heart beat steady as a war drum, though his battlefield was made of wind and fantasy. No blood was needed, most of the time. Dragons did not take to it like men, he thought, with their delicate duels over tiny bits of flesh. L'xon opened his eyes, really saw with them and not Halventh's, and realized the notion had been of his own make. Distraction! He dove back in, pursued she that beckoned him on.

His fingers, the human ones, made trembling gestures of frustration pinned within his body and blood. Like Halventh, with Halventh, he had the wisdom of a Flight's ending, the notion that soon that twisting gray ghost would stop short and clutch to him. Him! Not because of love, or promises, or anything else so fanciful. But because that was what dragons did, and he was the most raring, most virile of dragons that flew. Steady drum strength, in mind and body, was what he whispered to her in the last seconds, trumpeted to her with a giddy, fang-filled roar as he spun side over side in dazzling pursuit.

His blue skin flushed like a flower, except where scarring had rendered it dead, and his wings shone within the prism of morning sunlight, imbued with the gold of the dawn. His path was no work of precision, but he always caught up to his chosen slot at the side of her tail.

Dolphin, the girl, was giggling again, and in his brief sensation of convalescence elsewhere than on his wings, L'xon shut his eyes and ran a single joyous tear from one of them. There was a reason he did not resist Halventh's many pursuits save when they ran the risk of making him untimely or exhausted. In the Chase, he was complete. Even if the overrunning urges made a fool of him, again and again, the aftermath was worth it. The warmth he felt was everywhere in his body, it no longer tightened into the relevant organs like a burn. And where Thread demanded the cool, clean repository of a military soul, Halventh also gave him a mind full of sunlight every day, multiple times, all for the sake of his many partners.

As he cupped his jaw with his own hand and pressed his fingers into his cheek, the touch near-electric, he reflected for the thousandth time on the smallness of humans against the pageantry of dragons. Paradise lay in Flights, unfettered.
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Szolath happily crooned at the grey queen ruling this Flight. It was seldom that he found one who liked to discuss the deeper things in life. Not that he did so all that often, but only because there were comparatively few dragons around him that were interested in discussing such things.

If m'lady wishes to see acrobatics, she needs only to ask. the Black purred at Suteixth. Fancy flying was a specialty of his, after all. He promptly began to perform some of his usual tricks in an attempt to impress the Grey. He caught up to Sutiexth and began to do a couple of barrel rolls around her, keeping the smaller dragon at the center of his loops. Once done with those, Szolath positioned himself under her and flipped himself over, flying upside down to face her for a few moments, before the laws of gravity forced him to right himself and fly right, lest he fall and go splat on the ground.

He crooned his enjoyment of his antics to her; it really was fun to do stunt flying for the ladies and himself. Would you like to see more such tricks from me? I know many I can do for you, he purred, not disguising his joy in stunt flying.

You need but ask.

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Sutiexth slowed, gliding lazily around the edge of the bowl. She was growing tired now. Her small body was not made for endurance and she'd already flown longer and faster than most days. She watched all the males trailing behind her with swirls of pleasure. They were all very fine and worthy Chasers. She had no attatchments entering this endeavor and even now that she had tested them she was finding it hard to choose. Each had his own qualities and quirks that she liked. But choose she must. She could not keep in the air much longer. The time had come.

There was Higarath. Steadfast and true in his chase. Caution of his thoughts and his surroundings. There was Roiath. Experienced and dogging her every move. His words much like poetry in her mind. Halventh was her silent follower. His devotion clear even without words. His strength and prowess were clear in his actions. At last was Szolath, who amused her with his acrobatics and gifts. He had sweet tongue and a sharp mind. All things she liked.

With the last of her strength she rose one more time. Thank you all for sharing this morn with me, she told them. Her voice was calm as ever, filled with warmth and gratitude. She'd probably interacted with other dragons more today than ever in her life. She was glad so many had come. But sadly, she could only choose one in the end. She dropped her wings and fell towards her chosen. Catch me, Roiath, she crooned lovingly. Let your fate join with mine.

Below Dolly gave a cotent sigh and flopped on her bed. She waved at the men in the room, still feeling giddy and silly. It didn't feel like the one Sutiexth had chosen was here, but surprisingly she didn't really mind. She looked up at the ceiling feeling tired at relieved all at the same time. A strong part of her wanted to share this intimate moment, but another part was just as happy not to. It was confusing, but she would work it out later. Maybe when she made that pie. Yes, today definately called for pie.
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Higarath knew from the start that this would be far shorter than some of the other flights that he had participated in though in all fairness he wasn’t exactly known for having good stamina for his colour and size so at least he wouldn’t be struggling to back even if it wasn’t close to the Weyrbowl. The Blue felt pretty good about his performance though that was entirely his opinion and the only opinion that ever mattered as he thought before was the rising female’s opinion.

With all his efforts, though, he wasn’t the male that the Grey eventually chose with the flight ultimately going to a different Blue at least in the form of the darker and turn older Roiath. Though he was disappointed with the outcome of the flight he had peace of mind that the Grey wasn’t bereft of choice and was at least satisfied with her mate. He did his best and though that meant most of the time it meant coming away without catching the female he was happy with his own performance and that the male that did win won because he was more towards what that female was looking for in a mate and there was always next flight.


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When his eyes had opened but he saw nothing but the blurry echo of the sky across the weyr walls, the gray dragon made her choice.

Not him.

His blue dragon stalled out at altitude, collapsed into a hover by only the wind's graces, jaws hung wide to expel the steamy effort of his breath. His lifeforce, turned invisible fire, molten and oozing from his throat. A heat pinned in only one other place on his formerly ethereal body. L'xon looked down, and could see his own stomach and legs, barely sheathed in cloth. His fingers, twitching at the air. His eyes roved to the young woman spread out on her bed. But she had not summoned him.

Who? Who? The question pecked at him, faded. Neither of them were inclined to jealousy. Not his place. He turned himself out, made for the half-ring of the exit, gaze following the irregular hoop of the natural architecture. Thumb and forefinger stroked the lower ridge of his eye sockets, pulled the skin down then released to see it snap back to a weary kind of normalcy. He could walk, that was something. The corners of his mouth were hooked to iron weights, never to rise, just as moments before they had been tethered to the clouds. Yes, he could put one foot in front of the other.

And drag himself home.
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