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 Just a Ripple in the Sky, SU:17 {Prith's Flight}
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 Posted: Jun 27 2017, 11:28 AM
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He didn't notice the stirrings, the warning signs that his green was proddy - because other than the hue of her hide, Prith didn't show the usual signs of being proddy, her calm demeanor never faltered - until she stirred from her ledge, this warm midsummer evening. Shaking herself out, she spread her wings purposefully. The motion drew G'dan's attention, and then he knew, knew, what she intended.

Prith, you're not...

I am.

It wasn't the first time she'd flown since Day'ar and Ambrith had died. Prith was a great follower in the natural way. That meant that she flew whenever she felt the internal need for it, a few times each Turn. G'dan objected sometimes, it was true, but she knew her rider inside and out. He didn't protest out of any crippling fear. More just... awkward bashfulness, a shyness he'd never been able to entirely overcome and a reluctance to be intimate with a stranger. And that wasn't a real reason to never Rise again.

"Oh, shards," he groaned and raked his hands through his hair. Alright, it looked like he was going to have company in his bed tonight. It only happened when Prith flew; he hadn't sought anyone out since he'd lost Day'ar. He just let Flightlust run its course and whoever came, left when it was over and he probably never saw them again. An empty contact. Hollow.

Like him.

Prith launched herself into the air, rising in a slow, sweeping spiral. The troubles of the earth were left behind, and the dusky blue twilight sky was hers. There were still a few fading upwellings of air from the sun-heated ground below, little breezes that pressed against her wings, but it was the evening's stillness that called to her, like a placid pond without a ripple to disturb its surface. Usually, she was that pond. Tonight, she would be the ripple.

This night is ours, she called to the males of the Weyr. Will you come fly with me?


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 Posted: Jun 27 2017, 12:16 PM
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The different tone in Wyisselieth's mindvoice got Ev'ion's attention, from where he was working on reports for his Wingleader. The Purplerider shifted uncomfortably in his chair, having been sitting far too long and already in need of a stretch of his legs, both literally and figuratively. He spotted his almost-pink dragon on the side of the ledge, Wy's whirling purple eyes - many shades darker than the drake's own hide - peering skywards. Ev'ion spotted it, then. The reflection of a dragon in them, glowing bright in the last vestiges of what light still remained in the sky. Twilight, as it was, and it made her all the more beautiful to the Purple.

Prith?

He felt the surge of lust in his SubKing, and that answer was all he'd needed. Thankfully, Ev'ion had already showered after drills that afternoon, and bothered to shape up the scruff that almost constantly adorned his chin and face. He was already in easily-removed sleeping pants and a loose, white, sleeveless shirt. He slipped his feet into some weyr-slippers, and scaled Wy's shoulder with not a second's more hesitation.

Remember what I told you. Be polite, no rough stuff with the other suitors.
Of course.


His Purple dropped him off on G'dan's ledge, and he wriggled his toes in his slippers before raising his brows at the Greenrider. Wy shot skywards, massively oversized sails carrying him easily up the remaining thermals as he appeared to almost lazily chase after her; but anyone with a dragon could tell there was strategic method to his appearances. He followed not to close, making sure not to crowd her, but used the updrafts to conserve his energy and stamina for when others would join him. He knew there would be. There always was, especially for a dragon as mellow and calm as Prith.

Not many females around here seemed to maintain that outlook on everything as she did. It was a refreshing change of pace.

This night is yours, Wyisselieth answered. We simply seek to share it with you, but you, my dearest beautiful star, you belong here in the sky. I will chase you to the ends of the world, if you allow it.

Within the reaches of G'dan's weyr, Ev'ion felt horribly awkward. He knew he liked the otherwise quiet man, but from what he could tell, G'dan wasn't exactly apparently open to anything. He'd heard about the loss of Day'ar and Ambrith through the records and the grapevine, and the words of many had cautioned him on moving 'too quickly' with the other man. Ev'ion still reeled from the loss of his own then-potential weyrmate, but life and his dragon had maintained other plans.

Flightlust was a fickle thing, and Ev'ion wasn't entirely certain he was meant to be there, but there he was, all the same. He kept his hands to himself, slipped into his pockets with a subtle adjustment of parts that were unhelped by the lustful creature he was bonded in mind and spirit with. There was only one look towards G'dan, and then Ev'ion did his best not to make things even more awkward by you know...opening his mouth. He just kind of offered a somewhat dry-mouthed half-smile, perhaps more shy than he wanted to admit, and ran one hand against the nape of his own neck to try and smooth down the hairs raising on it.

You can talk to him, you know.
I don't think I should.
Of all the people afraid to talk to someone, I never thought it'd be you.
He barely knows me, Wy. I'm a sharding stranger to him, if I thought for a minute I'd even stand a chance here I would have done something, but you've got a better shot with Prith than I do with him. You heard what everyone was saying. He's probably still hurting as much as I am.
That didn't stop you with Tryonilth's.
Desperate times, desperate measures, and besides, we hadn't even met him by then, that's not fair.
So? Even more reason for you to talk to him, I mean, unless you want him to be dazzled by my beauuutiful hide.


Ev'ion had to resist every urge he could muster to roll his eyes.

"She, uh....picked a nice time for a Flight. Nice night out."
Smoooooth....
Shut up.


He bit the corner of his bottom lip, rolling it inwards before he rubbed his arms with the opposite hands. His pulse was up, but Ev was feeling a little bit chilly, habitual for when he'd become otherwise interested by someone or something. A reaction of his body to prepare for the heat that usually followed. In this case, he was pretty sure it wasn't going to be the case, but it'd be rude not to show up and at least put himself out there. He wouldn't blame G'dan if he chose someone else, either; when it came to strangers, the ones you knew were better than the ones you didn't, after all.


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 Posted: Jul 1 2017, 02:25 AM
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L'aars let out a long-suffering sigh the moment he realized what was happening. A female was rising, which meant his iron would be chasing. Queen or fighter, it did not matter, Jaireth took wing after them with enthusiasm. Though, perhaps fortunately for His, he wasn't avid about catching every female he Flew. He seemed to enjoy the very essence of Flight itself, immersing himself in thrill of chasing, often falling behind, lazily savoring his time in the sky.

'Who is it this time, Mine?'

'Prith,' Jaireth crooned in return. The ironrider vaguely recognized the name. A green. He was pretty sure Hers was a male rider, though he didn't trust himself to recall his name properly. L'aars needed to rectify that. It wasn't easy learning the names of everyone around the weyr, but the detail of just knowing a name might be the difference in getting off to a good start or a bad one. The man shifted as the iron's lust settled in his blood, heavy and hot, but not blinding. There was that pull to go find the female's rider pulling at the edges of his mind. Should he go? Men weren't his inclination. Perhaps he'd be better off finding someone else in case Jaireth bothered to put effort into this Flight.

Head muddled, he wandered from the depths of his weyr to where Jaireth crouched impatiently on his ledge. He wanted to go. Now! He was very close to just leaving His there to his own devices. In fact...The iron let out a snort and launched into the sky, leaving L'aars standing there, blinking dazedly. Well he wasn't getting anywhere by dragonback. Deciding it might just be too much effort to figure out exactly where Prith's was on his own, he retreated back inside. It would not be pleasant, but he'd live.

As for Jaireth, he was glad to by sky bound. And it seemed that not many suitors were up for an evening Chase, with Wyisselieth currently being the only one with her. Such a shame! Females deserved a proper bevy of suitors. Whether they were the mightiest of golds or the tiniest of grays. Powerful wings helped him close the distance between he and the others.

Prith, you bring light to this night. Like morning. None resist the allure of rukbat when she graces us with dawn. It is an honor to follow where you lead. Jaireth called out, at last catching up to the purple and green. He did not attempt to grab a lead nor did he show any fancy tricks. He merely let the wind carry him, eager to see what would come next. Would Prith lead them through impressive aerobatics? Would she keep her pace? It was always an adventure. A journey. Each Flight well worth the effort of Chasing.



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 Posted: Jul 1 2017, 11:18 AM
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Higarath hadn’t been chasing as often as he used to, not saying that he stopped chasing altogether far from it but not as much as M’rat had grown accustomed to though that was more than welcomed by the Wingrider. That being said it wasn’t much of a surprise either that the Blue decided to chase a Green in the middle of summer one evening though M’rat didn’t want any part in the flight in terms of going out to a different weyr when he had a willing partner right in his own weyr.

Higarath took off from his ledge without any prodding into the evening skies with his focus completely on a single yellow-green Dragon that was rising through the skies. A good time as any as any to have a flight isn’t it Green Prith, still warm from the day not to mention evening colours, said Higarath in his friendly and straightforward way of speaking.

Of course he wasn’t the first male there, not that he minded the more the merrier as long as they didn’t try anything underhanded and he was the closest of the males in size to Prith considering the fact that the others were a Purple and an Iron.


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An aerial dance was beginning in the skies though to say the rider nestled in the weyrtop lake was interested in it would be false. Settled with her head leaning back against a well placed rock her eyes remained closed, warm water lapping against her bare shoulders as Mysqith shared images of the green and her suitors. Both a purple and an iron had taken wing after the fighter already, and now a blue. It was something she had noticed about Dalibor - if it were true for other Weyrs as well she’d never know - the higher ranked males seemed to enjoy going after non-clutching females as much as they did those that would offer the chance to sire a clutch. It was amusing to her that such large males would give chase to such tiny females, even now it was a somewhat comical sight to take in through their bond.

An eye peeked open when a familiar gray dragon dove from his weyr’s ledge across the bowl from them. Rather than stopping by another ledge to drop his rider off Reith immediately joined the other suitors, dwarfed as he was by all of them. One beat of their wings equaled three or more of his just to keep up; air currents became his saving grace and he sought them out in order to work smarter, not harder. Once he was close enough to the green he offered a gentle warble. Words were not his strong suit when it came to females, let the other males chat her up. Instead he offered a wave of emotions towards the green, a warm and soothing feeling to wash over her - laced with hints of his desire and need. The currents he used to keep himself from tiring before they’d even begun pulled him away from the female’s flight path but never out of sight. He might veer to the far left but he would never lose sight of the lovely green, there would be a time when he would need to exert himself fully and put himself right along side her but for now he was content in his methods. Let the other males tire themselves out first, then he could really shine.

Surely you can already see that of the wings in the sky mine are the most suited to tangle with in the end? Shining was something that came naturally to Freyotth - though he wasn’t above chatting up the female to help his case. Words had not been needed for Ijreth, at least not kind words when he’d claimed the cyan less than a season ago but this female was different. Prith was somewhat unfamiliar to him yet still he knew that he stood a better chance than all of the others and he was in no means shy about telling her why that was. Jaireth is more than twice your size, his tail would break you wrapping with yours. Wyisselieth is hardly any better - have you seen how large he is compared to your beautiful form? You’d disappear from sight entirely; do you really want a male who draws the attention away from you? Reith is so tiny there would be no satisfaction in choosing him to fall with you. Higarath is close but it is I who offer you perfection. None of the others can match you the way I can dear Prith. Though he was unlikely to win any favors with his words he felt they were justified - the other males were all too large or too small for the green whereas he was just right. Surely if she could not see as much with her own eyes then his words would convince her, yes?

Ah’m warning ya, no rough stuff like before. Se’ng was stern even as his dragon’s need began to burn through his veins. The burgundy had taken off from his perch along the weyrbowl’s rim where he had soaked in the last rays of Rukbat; rather than fetching the man from his weyr and depositing him with the female’s rider he’d left him to his own devices. Splashing water from the basin in his room over his face he let out a low groan as he pressed his back to the stone wall and sank down to his arse. If Freyotth didn’t win he could manage on his own but with the way the burgundy was cutting through the sky after the green he wasn’t certain just how big of an if that really was. The idea of making the trek through the inner corridors of the weyr to a bed where he was sure he’d be welcome tickled at the back of his mind, but for now at least the need could be pressed aside; he’d rather not go stumbling about if he could handle it on his own.

You can let T’vis know you’ll come get him if he needs it. The lone blue eye she had opened turned on her cyan who was busy watching the males fall in line after Prith. She was keeping tabs on just what wings had joined in the flight though the redhead bonded to her couldn’t say why she found it so interesting. Instead her mind was on their riders, in this case more so the one she actually knew - T’vis. To say she was surprised that his gray had taken to the skies would be an understatement; had he given chase since Revinth and His fell to Thread? She couldn’t recall, though she had enough things going on that keeping tabs on him had not been a high priority.

Mine is in the high lake, I will bring you to her if you need company. Mysqith’s mind voice was gentle as she reached out to T’vis, though he offered nothing in response. After a few long moments Ivy rolled her shoulders and closed her eye, content to relax if she wasn’t wanted. She’d only been trying to help, if he preferred to deal with things alone then so be it.


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 Posted: Jul 2 2017, 06:58 PM
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G'len felt the urges rising in him with trepidation. He had long since outgrown any need to wake up in a stranger's bed, or with someone he barely knew. Unless the Bronzerider knew the other rider well enough, his preference nowadays was to find one of the people he'd made arrangements with to act as his substitute. While Zeuth had chased Prith in the past, the man wasn't close enough to G'dan to want to be with him like that tonight.

While G'len went off to find his preferred company, the dragon joined the other males in chasing the yellow Green. Beautiful one, Zeuth called to her. You shine like a star in the heavens tonight. A rare beautiful one. Where you lead tonight, I follow. The Bronze settled in the back of the pack, where he wouldn't crowd the Green or her smaller (compared to him) suitors. If he was chosen by Prith, the Bronze could easily close the distance between them.

Meanwhile, Szolath joined the chase, leaving M'teng at the entrance to G'dan's weyr. While the man settled back against a wall to watch how things eventually shook out, the dragon overheard Freyotth's words to Prith. Really now, the Black purred to the Burgundy in response. Do you believe that all the larger dragons are clumsy oafs like yourself? Do cut them some slack and assume they can handle a willing lady and not break her.

To Prith, the smaller dragon purred something else far more pleasant. Gorgeous star, you look divine against the dark blue sky. You are truly a gemstone bathed in light, fit to be seen by all to marvel at your beauty. Hey, it didn't hurt sometimes to lay the flattery on thick for a gorgeous gal.

Back at G'dan's weyr, M'teng pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, wondering if Szolath's words to the Burgundy would result in him spending major time in the Infirmary. With his luck, it would.
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It had become normal to G'dan - if not entirely comfortable for him - to not be entirely sure during a flight of whether or not a chaser's rider had been in bed with him before. But this time, he was pretty sure neither of them had, because there were only two of them and one was the purplerider he'd been building something of a friendship with. He knew he'd never been intimate with Ev'ion. He was fairly sure he hadn't been with M'teng, either.

He gave Ev'ion a nervous smile, dropping down on the edge of his bed. "She always knows when the best time to Fly is." At least, for her. But this wasn't about him. His beloved Prith deserved more than a little freedom and happiness of her own.

Prith soared higher, up, up above the limits of the Weyr Walls and out over the ocean. Although she wasn't the type to cavort, exactly, she did indulge in some aerial acrobatics, turning on her tail to cut back towards her suitors, then rolling away. It pleased her, to be here enjoying the sky, with those who desired her and she desired in turn. The green was neither flirtatious nor coquettish - but it was so nice to be wanted.

I know that none here will harm me, Prith answered graciously. This is our way, to fly and chase, to choose and to fall together. Indeed, for Turns the only one she'd chosen had been a viridian - but when Ambrith had not emerged from between, that had changed. Her choice had become her own again, what she desired, rather than what would prevent harm. She rather gloried in it.

Rolling in the air, she angled herself to wing higher still. But before that, we must rise. Her tone turned rather playful. Match me, if you can. With that, she truly plied her wings, shooting off higher into the skies faster than she had before, like one trying to catch a star.


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He wasn’t the smallest male chasing the Green for long as it turned out with a Burgundy on the larger side of what was considered normal though he was still three feet smaller than Higarath was though not that it mattered that much to him. The only male to join so far after him was a Bronze who was a former Weyrleader and Higarath’s Wingleader though that didn’t mean much of anything in the heat of a flight and it was ultimately the female that they were chasing.

The bright coloured Blue followed the Green along with the other suitors out of the Weyr Bowl into the skies above the ocean that encircled island that the Weyr was located on. For at least this flight, I cannot say any time after, for as long as you will allow me to I will follow you Green Prith, said Higarath.

He wasn’t terribly fast for a Fighter Dragon, but did his best picking up as much speed that his body and most importantly his wings would allow. He kept a respectful distance from the female in order to not give Prith the wrong idea as to his intentions since he only wanted a good fair flight unless the Green told him and the suitors otherwise.


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She was glorious.

Jaireth watched her assent with swirling eyes, not following until she seemed to reach the peak of her aerial leap. Massive wings beat in a steady rhythm, sending him higher and higher. He could never match the little green in pure speed. While he could match her distance in fewer wing beats, that fact relied on his size instead of his agility. Alongside her other suitors he climbed, rolling lazily as he did so, the metallic notes in his dark hide winking like moonlit ripples on a night-black lake. He said his piece. Words for now would not escape him as he continued his Chase. If the other males overtook him, flying further ahead than he, Jaireth would not quicken his pace. No, he was content at the speed he was going.

Not too fast. Not too slow. Prith's grace easily admired from this distance. The iron grumbled a meaningless tone in his throat as he spun in the air again, a little faster this time, but still meandering in comparison to the green's aerobatics. He wondered how long and how far the green would fly. Would she push herself, exhausting every ounce of her energy before choosing a partner? Or was she the more practical sort, wanting to return to the weyr on her own wings, rising high early in the Chase to prevent fatigue? Whatever her kind of Flight, Jaireth cared not. It was pleasing to see that others at last noticed her Rising so she would have plenty of company in the skies.

He inhaled deeply and leveled out.

If only moments like these could last forever.


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Wyisselieth rolled his eyes as much as a dragon could at the Burgundy's words.

He says he's perfect for her, MineOwn, do you hear this fool? Do females actually fall for that sort of thing?
All the time, mind your tongue, Wy. Prith will sort him out, I'm sure. Focus on her, and only on her. The rest of them don't matter, no matter what they say.
I should think he's not so perfect as he thinks. He must be young, to be so full of bravado. Really, as if any of the males here would break her, and to assume that Reith is useless because of his size. I don't think I've ever seen a dragon underestimate his competition so brashly.
From everything I've seen of Burgundies, it's par for the course. But not always. Like I said, ignore the buffoon and focus on Prith.
She certainly deserves as much, if not more...


Wy backwinged briefly to adjust his angle, to divert and take up the chase skywards after Prith challenged them to follow. His wings flared outwards, catching a thermal to take him up after his favorite Green.

Wise men say, those who call themselves perfect are usually anything but. Prith is more than sensible enough to choose for herself, can you not simply enjoy the Flight for the cause, and stop looking to degrade those present here? We are all viable suitors for one reason or another. Never underestimate anyone just because you think you're better than them.

Ev'ion sighed softly, before he slipped his hands into his pockets.

"My apologies, my Purple isn't terribly fond of people trash-talking others. In some situations it's a fault."


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If there is need I will let you know, thank you Mysqith. Although he was distracted by the chatter between his cyan clutchsister and His he did his best not to let it show. Each downward flap of his wings brought him closer to the green amidst the growing number of suitors he tucked a wing so he could roll mid-air before righting himself once more; he hoped the green noticed his aerobatic maneuvers but with all the much larger males about the gray was realistic about going unnoticed. To him it did not matter, he desired Prith and would show it by flying after her as long as his wings could carry him. That would be a far greater showing of his desire than trying to impress her with words like the other males. Freyotth in particular had earned a distasteful glare from the gray but otherwise no reaction was offered. Rising to the bait would distract him from the green and that would be a true disservice to the lovely female.

A snort sounded from the burgundy, unlikely to be heard by any of the other suitors except those closest to him. Claws raked through the air towards whichever male was nearest though it was clear he wasn’t going for a meaningful strike. Instead the action was meant as a warning, any contact made was purely accidental; an all out brawl in the sky was not his intention quite yet. Dipping low beneath the others he came up under the green as she twirled in the air - the desire to press himself hard in an attempt to catch her then and there was present but he held back. There was little fun in a short flight and he would prefer to be chosen rather than win because he was the only one among them willing to play dirty; if she chose him he could hold it over the other males for quite some time.

Oh some were offering some banter back at his words. Really, as if he cared what they had to say. Prith’s words were spoken and he listened, I will follow you, match you, and when you choose me we shall fall together like two glimmering precious stones through the dark sky. Now his words were filled with honey to combat the way the others were firing back at him - brushing them aside as if their reactions did not merit a response. He knew which among them he had struck a chord with and this information was useful to him. Whipping his spiked tail behind him to ward off any males that might have followed his lead he relied on what currents he could find to keep him aloft without as much effort expended; this was about the long game and he intended to win.


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Zeuth happily flew after the glowing Green, basking in her presence. Her grace and beauty in the air inflamed his desire for her, though he was more than enough of a gentleman to not act like he was going to force himself on her if he was rejected. Unlike a certain other of her suitors today....

The Bronze instead concentrated on Prith, matching her moves to the best of his abilities; he was built for endurance instead of agility, after all. Zeuth sent her an image of herself as he saw her then, as a glowing beauty without compare, and sent along his emotions of basking in her light and enjoying it. He thought knowing such things might bring her pleasure in her current state; whether it actually did he'd soon find out.

Szolath, for his part, laughed in delight. The Black easily matched the moves Prith made, delighted by her challenge and the pleasantness of the night itself. He kept close to her, but not so close that she might feel crowded by him. He loved showing off his agility skills to everyone, and Flights were always the best place to do so safely. In that light, being chosen was secondary. Szo threw himself into the feelings of the moment, reveling in them until a suitor was chosen.

Meanwhile, back at the weyr, M'teng watched the other two men with interest, but otherwise stayed quiet. They seemed to know each other fairly well, if their words and actions were anything to go by. In fact, he strongly suspected that if Szolath wasn't chosen tonight, the Purplerider would be G'dan's chosen substitute. Which suited the Blackrider just fine; physical intimacy with others was not something he normally sought out. If the other two were happy with each other, he'd be happy for them, and leave them be.

But all of that depended on Prith's choice, of course.

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Enough, she told Freyotth gently. I am not so easily fooled by pretty words over poisoned actions. The green closed her wings slightly to do a barrel roll, flicking her tail out and away from the burgundy. She wasn't angry at him; he was only acting according to his nature - but that didn't mean she had to encourage that nature in her flight. This was her time, her choice. Not his.

She let them follow her as she rose, and rose higher, until she started to feel it in her wings, that it was time. She had to pick one of them, and fall with them. Twisting about in a rising spiral, she used the turn to look at them, her chasers. She was well-attended this night.

Hmm.

They had so many good points, these ones. The faithful ones who chased time and again, and the new ones who had never chased her before. Which was right? Did she favor one over the others?

In the end, though, she knew the answer in her bones - that there was one in the sky with her today, who had followed because it was she who had risen, rather than any other green, any other female. One who would have said the same things even if she’d stayed on the ground tonight. And that… made him the right one, this time, as she hoped his rider would be to hers.

Wyisselieth, the yellow-hued green called to him softly. You and yours were as good to me and mine on the ground as you were here in the sky. It is you that I would fall with tonight. She turned in the air. Fall with me, and we will go home together.

G’dan blinked hazily, taking a shuddering breath. Prith had chosen. His cheeks flushing a slow red, he extended a hand to the purplerider with a shy smile and a whisper. “Ev’ion? Join us… I mean, join me? Please?”


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 Posted: Jul 20 2017, 10:57 PM
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The Blue hadn’t really been paying attention to what was going on between Prith and the other males that were around him even though it would be most likely a deciding factor on which one would win in the end though it seemed like Freyyoth and Prith seemed to be sharing some sort of banter. As long as it was fair, at least as fair as a flight could get considering how much a female Dragon’s opinion could change over her flight capable lifetime, he didn’t really mind even when he was passed over time and time again. Higarath dutifully followed the yellowish Greed Dragon rising higher still and then spiriling while rising higher still under the careful eye of Green Prith.

As hard as he tried he didn’t win out in the end, instead a Pruple that as far as Higarath knew, even though that was mostly from M’rat’s memories, was one of the more recent arrivals to Dalibor one out in the end. He didn’t mind as much as some other more competitive Dragons would be, though he liked to chase than many others especially his own rider the Blue was more than willing to accept defeat there were plenty of opportunities after all.


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 Posted: Jul 22 2017, 05:35 PM
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Wyisselieth wasn't the sort who had ever needed to be terribly bold; his size, his color, and his wings often took care of that for him, but even still where others wanted to be right up in front of the others, wished to crowd her haunches as if it would warrant them any more attention, the Purple knew that Prith was aware of him. He was there, as he had promised himself and His he would be, and if she wanted to choose someone else he tried to tell himself he wouldn't be so heartbroken.

The truth is, he would have. But he wouldn't have let it show.

As it stood, Freyyoth was marking himself as someone Wy was beginning to disdain. The Burgundy was crass, rude, pompous, and a thousand other words that the Purple wasn't in the right situation to name, but all of them ugly. But credit to his personality, he kept his attention on the most important of dragons in his world in those moments. In the spans of time to be forever, he suspected - Wy wasn't inclined to chase willy-nilly anymore. As Prith felt it in her bones, so too, did the SubKing feel it in his own.

Do you have him, MineOwn.
Like an icehowler on a wherry, my love.


Now, forever, and always, my Light. Shine with me. Let them all see how beautiful you are.

Claws clicked together briefly, before Wyisselieth wound his tail with the beautiful, shimmering yellow-green one coming nearest to him, oversize wings more than capable of carrying Prith as long as she wanted him to. He gained a few more dragonlengths into the sky purely by the thermal he'd been riding at the time, before the pair began to spiral in fall.

Within the weyr belonging to the Greenpair, Ev'ion's hand reached out to take G'dan's, and he both pulled the other Rider close to him, as well as ventured forwards.

"Sorry boys, looks like this one's mine for a while." Ev's lips pulled upwards in a slow smile, winding himself around Gess with a sense of possession that was both overwhelming for the Wingsecond as well as somewhat apologetic.

"I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to see you more often, between then and now," he whispered, hand winding up into the other Rider's hair, "I wish I had. I don't want it to be awkward, and I'll do everything in my power to make it not. I promise I'll be here when it's over. I'm not going anywhere."

While he wasn't submissive in any sense of the word, Ev'ion knew that G'dan was still reeling from Day'ar's death. He, himself, was still suffering the loss of his own I'jel, but the pair of them would find their way together, he was sure of it. Ev took the lead between the pair, and as clothing began to be shed piece by piece, the High Reaches native yanked the sheets up over them to hide them from view. Let them talk. Let them all talk, he would deal with them later. The most important person to him right now, was underneath him.


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 Posted: Jul 23 2017, 10:09 PM
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She chose. Unsurprisingly, it was her original purple suitor. Jaireth grumbled low in his throat, only mildly disappointed. No need to linger too long if their heart were set on another. Win or lose, Flights were oh so enjoyable. Tilting in the sky, he diverted his course, wings sprawling wide to capture air currents. He lifted higher. A few more beats of his wings took him back in the direction of home. No need to hurry. The iron rolled lazily and offered His a mental nudge. L'aars was pleased that he didn't catch the green. He snorted. Ah well. Next time. His heated emotions cooled by the time he reached his weyr, bulky frame gathering on the ledge like a disgruntled feline after a hunt gone awry.

Swirling eyes went to the sky as he settled.

It was the thrill of the Chase that called him every time to a Rising female. Who was he to deny it? Jaireth let out a long huff. He would sit out here for a while. He didn't feel like confining himself to the walls of the weyr just yet. Not while he still felt the urge to conquer the glorious sky. L'aars would leave him alone. They both needed this time to reorient themselves.



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