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 The Suffering Game, SU:17 {Emith's Flight}
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 Posted: Jul 10 2017, 05:00 PM
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Emith never cared for the concept of Flight. If she were male, she believed that Chasing would never interest her, and that would be fine. There would be no need to lust after anyone, no need to say or listen to pretty nothings, empty compliments and all forms of futile flattery. None of that would occur, and she and Krysthanine could focus on their lives and not falling into bed with strangers.

Instead, she had the incredible misfortune of being hatched a she, not a he. Which normally would not bother the gray. But today, with Rukbat high in the sky, noon recently coming to pass, nothing could be more frustrating.

Krysthanine had been keeping a close eye on the small dragon, her stony hide gaining the telltale signs of a nearing Flight. Emith also became more agitated with every passing day, clearly not looking forward to the event. The rider sympathized with her bonded; this would be the first time that she will Rise without Kalakith and Imalia there to find them. It would not be easy for either of them, but it was necessary.

Emith keened quietly from her ledge, frustration lining her mindvoice. Krysthanine, I… I don’t want to do this. I wish there was a way out of this. It was not the first time Emith had begged for Hers to find something to take the need away. This was not how she wanted to be, emotional and laden with desire. It felt foreign, detestable. It left a bitter taste in her mouth that was almost addictive, akin to the blood she craved. And once again, Krys would comfort her. I know Emi. If we didn’t have to, we wouldn’t. But it’s how nature decides. Try not to think about it.

Krysthanine heard her dragon shuffle on the ledge, seemingly getting comfortable. But every nerve in Emith’s body was alive, teeming with nervous energy. She couldn’t sit any longer. This battle had been going on for many sevendays. She couldn’t push it away anymore. So, she begrudgingly took to her own devices and took to the paddocks. She did not tell her rider. She did not need to. Krysthanine, so attuned to her dragon, and her dragon so attuned to her, would taste the herdbeast’s flesh as if it was her draining the creature of its life force.

She would not call to them. They would come. She knew that. Any male dragon able to Chase would be ever-keen to find the glow of her hide with their own. She planned to make this as difficult for them as it was for her. They would be pushed to their limits, as she would push herself. A test of speed and agility this would be. She knew they would try to call to her, but she would pay them no mind; they will have to prove themselves to her through their actions, not their words. She stood above her conquest for a moment, confirming to herself her plan, before crouching deeply and launching herself into the air.

The moment Krysthanine knew what was going on, she shot to her feet, but they slipped away from her as her bonded took to the skies, seeing the brightness of Rukbat and feeling the wind beneath her. The woman’s eyes widened, struck with the lust and nervous energy her dragon possessed. But through all the agitation, she smiled.

This will be fun.
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 Posted: Jul 11 2017, 01:56 PM
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L'aars did not plan on being on some stranger's weyr ledge. He knew there was a female Rising soon, Jaireth's peculiar mood and whirling eyes told him that. But he hadn't anticipated what the iron would do when that moment happened. Instead of politely asking if he could Chase or if L'aars would like to go back to his weyr, the iron changed course midair, crammed himself on a ledge, and practically demanded that his rider dismount then and there. Heeding the warning well, he slid off and watched as the king launched back into the sky, leaving him to wonder what exactly happened. What exactly was the iron after?

His shared vision with Jaireth painted a bizarre picture. One that made him want to groan in annoyance. Jaireth was Chasing a grey. Literally the smallest color. He large for an iron. Her literal opposite in almost every way. He had no business joining her Flight.

'This is worse than when you go after pinks,' he groused mentally, reminded of the iron's first Chase. It was the tiniest pink he'd ever seen and Jaireth spent the whole Flight gushing poetic about her wings. He hadn't stood a chance, but then again, he wasn't trying that hard to win. It was just fun. This gray was vastly smaller than that pink. The tips of her wings might possibly reach his shoulder should they stand side-by-side. L'aars leaned against the entryway of the weyr, unsure of whose space he stood in, and glanced inside. He didn't know there was a rider of a female grey here. At Prith's Flight, there'd been a male. Moments like these served to remind him that he needed to get to know more people. Unlike at Benden, he didn't grow up here and spend Turns learning names and faces.

"Hello?" he said, unsure if the occupant was there. L'aars assumed he was at Emith's rider's weyr. He shifted. The hazy pull of the iron's emotions clouded his better judgement. The judgement that would have kept him silently perched on that ledge instead of peering into the stranger's abode.

As for Jaireth...he was flying as fast as his wings would take him. He saw her dart in the sky like snyt. And he oh so loved to Chase. He could never catch her. To rival her in speed was a feat beyond his capabilities. His color relied on stamina, their size not meant for those tight aerobatic tricks of the smaller dragons. Under no delusion he would win this Flight unless the grey was feeling daring, he followed her dizzying lead.

'Emith,' he grumbled. 'I've never seen one fly faster than you do on this day. It is as if you do not wish to be caught! Let me share your sky, pale moon, don't hide your light. I wish to admire you.' No doubt far more agile suitors would join him soon. He spun in as tight of a corkscrew as he could as he climbed. A hint of agitation from His passed through him. L'aars couldn't understand the glory of the Chase. He had to follow its call. L'aars would be just fine where Jaireth left him.

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The fact that his Blue would never had the same attitude towards flights and relationships that he, M’rat, did, in that choose one partner and stick with them until either one of you die or decide that the relationship is no longer working, is something the Wingrider came to terms with. That didn’t mean that he liked it, not in the slightest, and sometimes he was more vocal about it than other times but aside from Queen flights and females that Higarath clearly had bad experiences with before he did not forbid the Blue.

It was a well-practiced routine then, when the Blue launched himself off of his ledge in order to chase Grey Emith, which considering the rarity (marginally more common than Queens and roughly half of them were male) and the infrequency of their flights, was something pretty uncommon. This was bound to be a fast paced one seeing the small size of the female and he would have to keep up the pace rather than trying to desperately last as long as possible with the larger females of the Weyr. Higarath surprisingly didn’t immediately address the female that caught his eye, though he made his presence clear both to her and his fellow suitors.


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No.

Hmmmm?

You may not Chase that Gray.

Why not?

Because she's the size of your foot. And not all dragons that small are size queens. She'd likely want a smaller male to mate with for that reason.

And?

We've had this discussion before. Numerous times.

Did it work then, MyBoy?

Siiigh. No. But she's still the size of your foot, Zeuth. It would be rather painful for her if you won. I'm sure the Dragonhealers would prefer not to deal with that kind of injury. At all.

Then I'll be careful.

IF she's gone off her rocker and chooses you, you mean.

Stranger things have happened, MyBoy.

Unfortunately. You're going to do it anyway, aren't you?

Of course. How else to show a pretty lady she's beautiful than by Chasing her while she's glowing?

Bring her flowers? Or since it's dragons we're talking about, bring her a fresh herdbeast?

Doesn't work that way, MyBoy.

Pity.

Isn't it?

Siiiiiiigh. Just take me over there, then. I'm bound to find someone I can ride this out with there, I'm sure.

Wise choice.

And with that the conversation between man and dragon ended. G'len found himself deposited on Krysthanine's ledge while his Bronze took off after Emith. He took note of L'aars standing by the entrance and approached the larger man, standing next to him. "I take it you couldn't talk you dragon out of doing this either." Sometimes it was nice to have someone to facepalm with when it came to dragons acting like horny teenage idiots.

Meanwhile, Zeuth joined the rest of Emith's suitors. He did his best to mimic her twists and turns; given his much larger size his moves were less than perfect. But he did do them. Beautiful one, you are sight to behold. I would follow you anywhere this afternoon, and beyond if you wanted.

Which admittedly was something he said to a lot of the females he Chased, but he did mean it. So he liked the ladies, and liked their company even after the Chase was done. No sin in that, right?

A fourth dragon quickly arrived to drop someone off at Krysthanine's ledge. Szolath dropped off his rider M'teng before taking to the skies in pursuit of the little Gray. The smith, for his part, simply stayed just inside of the weyr's entrance, bowing to the Grayrider and awaiting her permission to enter her weyr, or not.

The Black, meanwhile, quickly took up a place just behind Emith, keeping enough of a distance from her to not make her feel crowded. He matched her twists and turns quite well; far better than the far larger Kings could do, at least. The advantages to being one of the smaller dragons.

Szolath could sense that the Gray seemed to not want much in the way of conversation, given how she didn't even call to any of the males to come Chase her. So he just sent her a wave of emotion showing her how he appreciated seeing her beauty before him, and how he enjoyed the challenge of matching her flightpath with his own.

Perhaps that would be enough to get her attention. Or not.

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Emith was not unknown to the gray, in fact he had quietly admired her presence for some time if only for the fact there were not very many of his hue within the Weyr. It helped that they flew in the same wing and thus he saw her anytime they ran drills or when there was an actual fall. Spry in the air she was a skilled flier even if she had never engaged him in conversation and did not seem prone to showing off outside of what was necessary. Though she was far older than Reith he was not discouraged in the least. Ever the observant type he had noted the change in her hide from a dull hue to a more polished one as she began to glow like polished stone. So when she took to the air silently after at least one of her needs was sated he took notice from his ledge. Standing he flexed his wings while shaking the relaxation from the rest of his form - it would not do well to have a muscle cramp mid-flight.

Reith’s desire poured over his rider without any words being needed. It was an inopportune time for the male to give chase as the lust he was feeling began to boil in T’vis’ lower abdomen before travelling lower - just as he was sitting down to enjoy his meal in the dining hall. It was rare for him to venture out of his weyr for meals, he’d typically send one of his firelizards to fetch some meatrolls for him or pop through the hall before heading up to his weyr with his food. So for his dragon to chase now had to be a cruel joke; leaving his weyr was unlikely to lead to anything good happening, obviously. Readjusting his pants he stood up abruptly and hurried out of the dining hall with his meal untouched on the table. Reith took his time in leaving their ledge in order to drop down for his rider, offering a pointed look with a sense of urgency being shared between their bond. To his own weyr is where T’vis wanted to go - he had no desire to bed someone else at this point and yet his gray had other plans. Landing on Emith’s ledge shortly after another dragon deposited their rider there. Shuddering between the young man’s legs the gray was both in a hurry yet patient enough to continue the silent war going on between the rider and dragon - T’vis preferred to be alone whereas Reith knew he needed this just as much as he needed to chase after the other gray. Eventually he was left with no choice as Reith took advantage of their strong bond, letting every ounce of lust and need overwhelm his human half. Left feeling flushed and needing to readjust his pants once more T’vis relented and dismounted his gray.

As soon as he was free from his burden Reith took to the skies after the female he sought to impress and fall with. A gentle croon sounded from the typically quiet male as he twisted himself before twirling in a loop in a display of agility that the larger dragons might find difficult to mimic. Lovely to see you outside of drills and fall, Emith. There would be no flowing poetry from the gray, he was no poet and he doubted she would appreciate him being false. Another twirl as he pulled himself closer to her in the air without giving a second glance to his competition.


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A dark dragon slumbered on his ledge in peaceful solitude, enjoying the full reach of Rukbat's rays as noon passed him by. The black had curled himself into the shape of a ball, nose-tip to tail-tip, and if not for the rise and fall of his chest, he might as well have been dead rather than merely dreaming. Similarly, the black's rider had succumbed to slumber as well, if only for a short catnap. She had no intention of wasting the day away sleeping; the nap was simply a way to keep herself energized and that was all. "Mmmm," the young woman groaned as she awakened with a soft mental 'tap.' One eyelid raised to reveal dark brown depths that surveyed the weyr in silence. It was so quiet. It was hard to believe that the day was only halfway done. Stretching her arms up to the ceiling, Zasime allowed a wide yawn to escape her mouth, before fussing with the strands of her hair that had come undone from her bun while sleeping. 'Tamath?'

Shards of green peeked through black slits, proving that Tamath was also awake and aware. 'MyZasime.' The dragon watched his rider rise to her feet. 'Thank you.' As always, the black proved to be a capable wake-up call. Tamath inclined his head in response with the full intention of resuming his nap. Instead, a shining streak in the sky captured his attention, and he dug his claws into the stone ledge with newfound desire. 'Shiny,' he admired. 'And unique among dragons. I want to make her mine.' A wave of heat hit Zasime like a tsunami, causing the blackrider to grip her chair in order to remain standing. 'Tamath, what are you-' Before she could stop him, the black launched himself upwards with a powerful leap, wings spread wide to catch the air currents as he headed straight for Emith.

A choking noise issued from the wingsecond's throat as she watched him go. At last, she collapsed to her knees, and wrapped her arms tight around her stomach. Was Tamath really chasing?! He had never shown interest before, like her, and she had thought that- no, it didn't matter now. He was chasing, and in his wake, she was feeling rather...hungry. Hungry for soft flesh that was warm to the touch. She didn't know if that was the right word to use, but she had never felt like this before. There was a desperate need pounding through her body and she dug her fingernails deep into her skin to stop herself from crying out. So this was flightlust, huh? Zasime didn't know if she wanted to sob, scream, or giggle, maybe even all three. These new feelings were overwhelming in their intensity and she was glad that Tamath had left her behind rather than take her aboard. The idea of being dropped off at someone's weyr, feeling like this, was...well, scary to the blackrider. She didn't like the idea of not being in control of herself, of possibly having to end up in physical contact with someone not out of choice, but out of necessity.

'Good luck, Tamath. Not that...you need it.' The black chuckled to himself as he trailed after his new grey star with the agility that only the smaller dragons possessed. She was right. Luck would not win him Emith's choice; his wings would. 'Emith, let's have some fun.' The chase was on.
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The gray streak let out a quiet hiss at her suitors. So many… larger creatures came for her. Not one, but two kings, of all colors, chased her down, bugling their praises to her like she was some delicate thing wooed by fanciful talks of beauty. She was not unfamiliar to flattery, but it glanced off her like the brightness of Rukbat off their many hides. Alongside these, a Blue, two Blacks, and another gray, easily recognized as Reith from her Wing. She at least acknowledged Reith’s presence, a slight head nod to his form. They all called to her, save for Higarath and Szolath. They all at least presented her with some feat of agility, spinning corkscrews and loops in the sky behind her. That was a start. Eyes narrow, whirling a bright, violent violet, she halted her swift ascent to hover in the air, as if to let the six surround her. From here, she began to address them.

First, was Jaireth. Her voice was an almost-chilling, forced calm, her agitation with her own personal state dancing around the edges of her words. I am no pale moon, Jaireth. Admiration and flattery wins no wars, nor will it win me.

She turned then to Zeuth, a vaguely familiar face among the crowd that aimed to claim her. Oh, how she had heard such praises before in High Reaches. Rather cookie-cutter of him. You claim to follow, and for now you have proven such. But such claims are foolhardy and ignorant. I will expect you to uphold this.

Szolath did not speak to her, but instead allowed adoration and excitement to billow into her mind, leaving a warm afterglow. As much as she despised the act of Flight, she did admit that flying was an exciting endeavor. She pressed her mind to his briefly, acknowledging and appreciating his lack of conversation. She used his excitement to fuel her, to make this detestable aspect of her life more palatable. It was nothing more than lustful tag, right?

Reith received the next salutation. His familiarity, however, did not gain him any softness. It is nice to see a fellow wingman in the skies. But expect no favors. You will be judged all the same, and I expect you will fly with the same fervor as the rest.

And finally, Tamath. He said few words, but it was enough to receive a short, terse laugh. Fun would not be the word I would use for such an ordeal, Tamath.

Having addressed those who bespoke her, she projected to every suitor in the skies with her. Take note from Higarath and Szolath. This will not be won with poetry or song. She had never spoken to her suitors before; she was more of a creature of action than of plan. However, as much as she loathed to be in the skies in the first place, she would much rather it be in silence than with her mind crowded with such empty words. Prove yourself to me, and I will decide who may be worthy to fall with me. The tiny gray surveyed her entourage, teeth slightly bared. It was entirely possible that she would wear herself out long before any of the males do. But she hoped and prayed that she would have made her decision by then.

Back on the ground, Krysthanine’s head spun, the warring emotions from her dragon confusing her own heart. Her eyes watched as forms fell upon her Weyr, and she smiled brightly from her position near her bed. ”Afternoon everyone!” she called to them, carefully making her way to them herself. She lifted a finger up, pointing out each rider. One, two, three, four..? Her head cocked to the side, perplexed. It was often that Riders did not partake in the festivities that Flights were, but it always still surprised her, even when she had chosen a Weyrmate. It was entirely possible she could not see the fifth, with the light outside lending to only their silhouettes. At the sight of M’teng bowing, she curtsied right back. ”It seems that Emith isn’t gonna make this easy on anyone, huh?” she asked her group. ”I’d say get comfy, but we will have to see how short this Flight will be. She’s gonna burn out pretty quick if she keeps this up.”

She sighed. To be honest, she was nervous. Beyond nervous. All of her companions were male. And she’d never… actually been intimate with a man. The more observant of those with her would notice that while she was displaying a carefree demeanor about all this, her hands worried nervously at the hem of her shirt. She didn’t want to actually be here any more than her dragon did. It was exciting, yes. But in the sense that freefalling without any way to catch oneself would be exciting.

In the air, Emith let her wings beat once, then twice, before allowing herself to drop below the six males that accompanied her in the sky. Once she was clear below them, she shot away, towards the seas, spinning a tight corkscrew along the way. Do your best to keep up, then do even better. What better meant would be up for interpretation to her suitors. Hopefully, they would not disappoint.

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To L'aars' surprise, G'len joined him on the greyrider's weyr ledge. He sounded just as annoyed at his bronze's antics as he was with his iron's. True, they both could have forced the issue, stood their ground and demanded that their mindmate not take to the sky after the female. But neither of them did. They instead watched their Kings fly off after an impossible prize, looking like frisky dimglows that couldn't comprehend that females that size were far to small for them to be Chasing. He have his head an almost unseeable shake. "Nope," he drawled, his word choice and tone casual compared to his usual uptight manner. He remained straight-backed and stone-faced, but the iron's wants fogged his brain with dizzying demands. L'aars widened his stance to ease his discomfort and once more peered over into the weyr, at last seeing the occupant. More men had arrived and the woman who's ledge they stood upon stepped forward, inviting them to get comfortable.

Comfortable. What a word to use in a situation like this.

She certainly didn't look it herself.

L'aars nodded to her, remaining politely distant unless she stepped closer herself. He had no interest in making the woman more anxious than she was already by invading her space, no matter how tempting reaching out felt right now. The awkwardness Flights wrought. L'aars generally didn't care either way what happened. He lost his shyness about this sort of thing ages ago. Jaireth made sure of that with his constant chasing.

Speaking of whom...L'aars mindmate was not doing the best in this Flight. How could he? The grey was a piece of shattered glass cutting through the sky, flying as if a storm of thread were at her tailforks. And Jaireth was far from agile enough to compare. That did not stop him from continuing to Chase. Emith's harsh words did not deter his interest, nor wound him in the least. She did not want poetry? Then he would give her worth. Snapping his wings close to his body, he dove after the grey as she corkscrewed across the land towards the sea, having fallen below her suitors in a violent drop. A fighter might imitate her grand display, but he had no desire to crash into the ground headfirst. So he waited for her to level out, pinpointed a space just ahead of her and aimed for that spot at a diagonal. He was a practical dragon at his core. He knew he couldn't fly nearly as fast, but that didn't mean he couldn't keep up in his own way!

It was like a freefall for a moment before he opened his wings again and caught a current, slowing his descent to prevent an unwanted collision. The grey, of course, remained ahead of him, but his aim was fair enough to keep the iron in the chase...for now.

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Though he was hardly one to talk about who he chased and when the Blue was genuinely surprised when a second King, his current Wingleader’s Dragon, decided to join the flight with another Grey (this one being a male of course) and a Black joining shortly thereafter. With all the males that were likely going to join in for this flight assembled and some brief words with the males that had spoken to her Emith finally addressed the males that were wanting to court her.

It was somewhat unintentional but seemed like not addressing the female immediately was a good move on the bright Blue’s part, considering how by her tone in her mental voice Emith didn’t seem all that keen on talking. The Blue was much larger than the Grey he was trying to win the favour of and therefore couldn’t do the maneuvers that she or the smaller suitors performed as quickly but he did his best and at the very least he was in the middle in terms of sizes. He always had a preference for spinning, both sideways and head over tail (though the latter was something to be used sparingly) and tried to add in both in the maneuvers without crashing into an obstacle, a fellow suitor, or worse still Emith herself.


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Specks of yellow appeared in Tamath's otherwise ruby eyes. Hold on...ordeal? The black dragon was confused. Was it not fun to fly to the end of one's limits or to be the object of desire that so many chased? If not, then how did Emith really feel about this flight? Did she feel like his Zasime: unbalanced, frightened, and out of control? If so, he had been thinking about this the wrong way. The dragon was lost in thought even as she admonished him and his fellow suitors who had chosen to exchange words with her. Under most circumstances, Tamath was sparing with his words, and he had no problem following her wishes in this case either. However, a sense of loss continued to pervade his mind, pulling back the clouds of lust and slowing his once demanding pace. The black had no desire to chase an unwilling participant.

'Wait.' The human half peered through multifaceted eyes after the slender female as she corkscrewed. 'If Emith is not having a good time, then make it a good time for her.' Zasime didn't know why she was bothering to give her black relationship advice, especially when she was still wracked with this impossible need, but it didn't seem right to pull out of their first flight because her selfish fears were overlapping with Tamath's cool logic. She knew the dragon wouldn't have gone after Emith if she wasn't ready for this in her own foolish way. 'A fair point, MyZasime.' The black's eyes narrowed to slits. He had an idea. Instead of aiming directly for Emith, Tamath instead picked out a point above her. He pushed himself upwards, grinning all the way, intending to spiral downwards in a show of acrobatic feat. While he would not catch up to the grey with such a maneuver, it would hopefully be enough to catch her eye and prove that flying could indeed be fun. He certainly had fun performing it.
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To G'len's experienced eye, no-one in this weyr looked very comfortable right now. The woman who rode this Gray looked like she'd rather the entire lot of men would just up and leave her alone, if he was reading her right through his own fogged perceptions. The suitors, at least the four who were present, looked like they wanted to be anywhere else than here this afternoon. Or at least he, T'vis, and L'aar's did; M'teng might not be.

Regardless, he still wanted some company for the next while. He wasn't quite in the mood to be alone right now. "Want to go off somewhere and have a drink grouching about our horny partners, once this is over?" he asked L'aars. Because the odds of the tiny Gray choosing a huuuuuuuge King to fall with...well it wasn't impossible, but the Bronzerider found it extremely unlikely either of them would have to stay behind here once the Flight was done.

Zeuth, meanwhile, was at a bit of a loss. But only for a moment. If pretty words wouldn't work to impress this one, then stunts it would be. If he could think of any feat that a beast his size could do without crashing into one of his rivals, that is. He settled for matching her moves the best he could, given his greater size. Otherwise there wasn't much he could do regarding stunts, unless he wanted to bump into a rival and take them both down.

Szolath, for his part, was pleased that his silence pleased the Gray. It put him ahead of the rest, for a moment at least. The Black pondered Emith's words a moment; match her and improve her moves? A challenge? He could rise to that easily, he was sure. He was close to her size, so matching her moves would be the easy part.

The harder part was tossing in a few of his own moves to impress the Gray without breaking her pattern. To that end Szolath tossed in a few barrel rolls where Emith made a straight path, and added in his own little flourishes when asked to do sudden turns. In fact he enjoyed this challenge, and sent that emotion to Emith, that he was having fun meeting her challenges. And sent the hope that she was enjoying at least some parts of this Flight as well.

Because it would he a shame if she didn't at least enjoy something today.

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T’vis slumped against the wide entry leading from the ledge to the inner weyr, not yet wishing to see Krysthanine. He didn’t really want to be here at all and yet here he was, his body offering evidence that contradicted his thoughts. Lust and logic battled it out inside his mind as Reith followed behind the other gray, enjoying the way her pale form broke the monotony of the sky as she flew ahead of them. Glancing inside T’vis’ vision was split as he saw not only the riders but the forms of their dragons too. G’len’s form was a muted bronze and as brown eyes shifted from the wingleader to the wingsecond he saw L’aars with a shade of iron over him. Wings in the air cut into his sight as he watched the flight through Reith’s eyes.

It was not a surprise she would expect a lot from him, she flew with him regularly and he didn’t expect any favors for it. Rather than saying as much he twisted in the air, a wide loop he cut short with a sharp turn to the right as he followed after her. Agility and speed were both things the gray male possessed - if that is what she wanted then that is what she would have. Reith banked after her as she headed for the open water, mimicking her corkscrew with one of his own which he ended in a dive towards the water as the ground below them gave way to the sea. His tail tip skimmed the surface of the water to send a spray into the air in his wake. He pulled up slightly so he could twist to fly on his back - it only worked for a dragonslength before he had to right himself but he hoped she had seen. The other males would be hard pressed to offer such a maneuver, especially the larger ones. Though he knew there were other suitors he didn’t pay them much mind outside of ensuring he didn’t bump into any of them. He was here for Emith and Emith alone - whatever he needed to do to win her he would try; she was far too beautiful not to.


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The sky and the ocean blurred together in a wash of blue. Barrels and loops told her neither which way was up or down, left or right. Was she giving them a challenge, or hoping to wear herself out before the burning inside of her took control, bathing her in a crowd of feelings that felt too large for her small form. Her maw lay just a tad slack, a snarl seemingly carved out of stone. An indicator of how hard she was pressing herself. It wasn’t going to be long until she wouldn’t be able to continue. But she had to keep pushing farther, harder, even past what her body said was enough.

A fiery eye was trained on her suitors as they gave chase. The kings, as much as they tried, were not enough. Not that they weren’t trying, of course; it was a misfortune of sizes. They would never be able to meet her pace. Their strengths were in stamina, an asset that she sorely lacked. With an effort, the tiny gray curled upwards in a wide arc over Jaireth and Zeuth, addressing them both. Your efforts have been acknowledged, and it is admirable that you were so determined to Chase. But it is evident that you were not meant for this Flight. You are dismissed. With that, she darted underneath them, only to shoot upwards again, high into the skies.

The rest of her suitors were more built for the task that she gave them, and to their own ends, they did not disappoint. The blue did a bright display of spins, although due to her adjusted trajectory, she had to take a harsh left to avoid a forward loop. It was not his fault; in her mad dash for the air, he blended in with the landscape, a tangible sky. However, in her agitated state, Emith did not take kindly to the interruption. Higarath, you are a respectable dragon, but are too easily lost here. Perhaps if the time was different, so would my decision. You are dismissed.

All that was left were the two blacks, Szolath and Tamath, and her wingmate, Reith. They all met her demands easily, unsurprising due to their sizes. Szolath followed doggedly, flourishing where she raced. His excitement danced at the corners of her mind, pushing her to strain her wings that much more in her ascent. Reith had taken to the waters below, tracing glittering spray before soaring back-down for a moment. A smirk would have played at her lips if she had the ability to do so. She remembered briefly a time, way back in Weyrlinghood, when she had performed such a feat for their final evaluations. And Tamath? Tamath had fired up and away, only to come spiraling, crashing down near her. She caught the wide grin upon his maw as he fell, hurtling without fear towards the waters below.

As much as her wings were weary, her mind was wearier. She had spent so much energy keeping the lust at bay. The excitement and joy surrounding her by her suitors was infectious, though. It creeped through her hide, into her veins, corralling whatever control she had into oblivion. She shot down, down, down, chasing after Tamath and leveling out between him and Reith, sure that Szolath wasn’t far behind. She addressed the three of them now. You have all proven yourselves handily, she began. But we all know that only one of you may claim me. Here, she began one final ascent, letting her primal urges seep through and drive her upwards. I do hope you all chase again. It was…. fun. Her eyes trained on Tamath. Join me, so we may finally let our wings rest.
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Krysthanine had done her best to be welcoming to the four males that were in her Weyr, but her feigned comfort seemed to be transparent, as everyone still seemed rather on edge. Emith was not very good at making things easy-going, was she? She opened her mouth to speak again, only for the floodgates to open in her mind and cause her knees to buckle. All that came out was a shocked sigh, eyes wide and vacant. It had been quite some time since Emith had let go like this. She saw the ocean, the skies, the males… her mind was reeling from it all. Everything felt like it was on fire, every nerve was alive. She saw the winner of her flight, a black, Tamath.

But through the fog, she did not see her prize on her ledge. She was at a loss. What was she to do in this situation? Did she just bed one of the willing already here? Did she seek out the rider on her own? She’d never been in this position before; Imalia had always been there for her. A sheepish smile spread across her face as she searched desperately for an answer. ”So ah… I guess none of you are Tamath’s rider, huh?” she managed to stammer out. She craved, yearned for that particular person, whoever it may be – names were lost on her in this moment. But if that person was not there, then one of these would have to do.

She took a step forward. Then hesitated. The floor was rather uncomfortable, hm? She did say get comfy earlier on. So she rocked back on her heel, turned, and made her way back to her furs, beckoning to those behind her, blush and nerves obvious in her voice. ”I ah. I’ve never been in this situation before, but um. Unless I’m supposed to go look for Tamath’s? I’m not sure myself, but unless I’m supposed to do that, I’d very much, uhm…” She didn’t remember ever being this nervous, shard it. ”I’d vvvery much like the company.”

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Jaireth rumbled his disappointment. Though it was more for show than genuine hurt. He knew from the start he was unlikely to catch her eye. He flew for the sake of Flight and because female dragons deserved a proper Chase. For them he would spout poetry and make a fool of himself, fully aware that he was unlikely to win their attentions. It was why he did not try to perform dizzying stunts or worry over catching up to the far faster grey. The king did not change his direction when Emith dismiss his pursuit. Instead he tilted his head back and let himself slow. He would fly for a little longer, then return to the weyr. Like always, L'aars was on his own. The iron had a bad habit of just leaving his rider wherever he put him during Flights. After all, he wasn't in danger. He could take his time and let his blood cool.

Said rider let out a ragged breath as Emith made her choice, Falling with a fighter, as expected. L'aars tilted his head to the side and eyed his companion. G'len suggested going off to get some drinks and complain about their kings. If they weren't running high from a Flight, he'd take that proposition at face value, and they would end up with a bottle of Benden's best between them. He didn't answer right away, choosing to glance at Emith's instead. The rider of the dragon who won was not present; perhaps with a partner or choosing to wait it out. L'aars involuntarily waited Prith's out in his weyr. While he wasn't inclined towards men and preferred not to drop by the weyr's of male riders he did not know, it was the principle of the matter. Jaireth just flew off without giving his addled brain a chance to propose another option. It wasn't like he never ended up sharing furs with males. Hard to avoid it considering Jaireth's habits and his own lack of impulse control as a youth.

Still muddled by the iron's wants, he pushed away from the wall.

"A drink?" L'aars turned towards G'len. Emith's looked confused. Who wouldn't be? She needed and instinct didn't exactly guide one on what to do when your 'winner' was absent. He gave a derisive snort. "Gonna need one. Honestly, a grey? Makes me question his judgement." Though unless Zueth came to get them, they would need to traipse through the female rider's weyr to leave. He nodded politely to her. The temptation to stay remained, but the last thing he wanted was to scare the woman. She had a weyr full of men. She could have her pick. The very least he could do was offer a few words to ease her worries about the 'chosen' not being present, "I'm sure any of us would be glad to provide company should you ask it. Otherwise..."

They would find their own ways of coping.

Be it alone or in the company of someone they trusted.

Passing the time with G'len would be a suitable distraction until their blood cooled. Outside of situations likes this, he doubted either of them would consider there to be any hidden meanings behind an offer to drink. Unless of course his fellow kingrider wished to stay here with Emith's. Stranger things had happened than the rider of a rising female taking more than one suitor as company for the evening.

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It wasn’t really that much of a surprise that the two Kings were dismissed first though he would have probably not had thought any less of Emith if she chose either of them despite the rather large disparity in size between the Kings and her. The usually easy going Blue was visibly emotionally hurt at the Grey’s words to him though he also was disappointed in himself in that even with his careful timing in the spins he still managed to almost collide with the Grey. Then again by the morning he probably wouldn’t remember or care to be reminded about this, certainly not by the time Emith decided to rise again, but right now he didn’t want to stay around longer than necessary.

He made a wider ark than necessary considering his size to avoid the Grey female as much as possible and aside from the detour he flew as straight as he could back to his own weyr feeling a little sorry for himself. If M’rat wasn’t otherwise busy his rider would most likely be scolding Higarath right now, he might still scold him later but right now Higarath was more interested in resting and getting over the emotions of the flight.


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It was disappointing when he was dismissed but Reith did not object to Emith’s decision - this was her flight and to try and argue for his spot as her favored suitor would be disrespectful. With a croon laced with a touch of sorrow he banked away from the gray and the male she had chosen. The male that had won. As he parted ways from her he offered only a gentle, I will chase next time… and the time after that. Anytime you fly my wings will join yours in the sky. Long neck craned to look at Emith’s ledge only to see that T’vis was no longer sulking outside against an outer wall. Turning away he headed for his ledge where he would no doubt sulk the way His was prone to do until his mood passed.

For his part T’vis entered the weyr proper without a second look at the other men. They didn’t matter to him at all - he was still consumed by lust but now by disappointment as well. Conflicting emotions raged a war in his mind and his body but he knew the best way to work them out was right in front of him in the form of his fellow wingmate. ”Krys, I’m here.” Three words were all he offered before a hand slid against her cheek until his fingers seized the back of her head and pulled her head forward until their lips met. Thoughts of how awkward things might be once the lust faded were dismissed entirely - he had a lot of pent up energy and she was a perfect outlet right now. His free hand busied itself with undressing the woman, fumbling in a way that spoke of his inexperience but none the less getting the job done. He would leave some candlemarks later with a sheen of sweat clinging to his form and ready for a deep night's sleep, assuming she did not send him away immediately.

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He lived. With each breath he took, with each stroke of his wings, Tamath lived. The desire that burned through his veins was mere propellant to the exhalation of the chase. In the moments of his free-fall, divided between both sky and sea, the result seemed unimportant compared to the breaths between. He could crash into the ocean, if he wanted to. He could soar above the clouds, if he wanted to. He could dance to between and back, because that was the freedom dragons were given. It was wondrous to know that if not for his rider, he would not be beholden to this knowledge. He would take it all for granted. But because he had Zasime - was Zasime - he was gifted with the treasure of the sky, and he in turn had gifted her with the treasure of worth. Tamath needed only to look at Emith now to see the truth of this knowledge; she was shining. Not just her hide, gray in color, but her soul. That was her true beauty.

Did the others see it too?

The admittance from Emith that she had fun did not surprise the black. There was another, in his head, who had watched the flight with fear and reluctance as well only for those negative emotions to melt away into glee and assurance. Zasime always felt so free on Tamath's wings and today was no different from any other day, despite the warmth that flushed her cheeks. She had fun too. Perhaps she would not mind chasing again? Regardless, the time had come for the grey to make her choice. Tamath could feel her eyes on his back and he slowed, an inkling of what was to come spreading through his mind like cobwebs. Emith had chosen him. He chuckled, not because he was the winner, but because of the changes that were heading his rider's way. 'Yes,' he purred. 'I will be your guide.' Their union, however long it lasted, was joyous. If she wished it, the black would not be opposed to napping in deep contentment with her, their serpentine bodies wrapped around each other until it was difficult to tell where one began and the other ended.

As for his rider, Tamath knew. He knew how the desperation would seize her, driving her forward on hands and knees to her ledge. He knew how she would stare out to Emith's weyr, biting her lip, measuring the distance that could not be crossed fast enough on two legs. He knew how she would loathe the thought of a stranger touching her, invading her privacy, even if it was the rider of the grey she couldn't get out of her head. No, Zasime didn't want them. Zasime needed...someone else. Someone familiar. Se'ng? No, he was her friend, her fellow wingsecond; she did not want him here with her now. She needed depth, not fire. Ah, so then who was she reaching for, who was it that she could allow herself to fall with, into, for- her head felt clouded. It was so hard to...think.

Tamath fished through the murk that was his rider's mind and plucked out a single strand to show his heart: 'Ulian.' He didn't bother to reach out to Rivath first, although he did pass along a sense of urgency to the white. 'MyZasime has need of you.' The black withdrew to focus his attentions back onto Emith, safe with the knowledge that there was always a portion of himself within Zasime. She was never truly alone. Then again, he was not enough to keep her from tumbling off of this particular edge. Only the mindhealer could save her now.

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