Early Riser -- Haith's Flight

[Zen]

Zen had been feeling irritable lately. She didn't know why she was feeling irritable, she just was. But, then again, Haith had been feeling the same way. She had been back-talking, grumbling, and snapping at any one and any thing that came into her personal space. She had even snapped at Zen once. Zen had easily forgiven her, for what else could she do but forgive a queen dragon?

Then Zen noticed a glow around her wonderful golden queen. "Oh my!" Zen announced, "My dear, you're going to rise!"

I know! Haith snapped. Zenniel frowned, "What's wrong? Why didn't you tell me?" You didn't ask.

Then Haith jumped off their little Weyr ledge and flew to the herdbeast pens. Zen was forced to cry out loud, and in her mind, "Don't eat the herdbeast, blood it!"

Haith growled, her growl loud enough for her rider to hear her, but after a few more yells from Zen, the queen obediently blooded the animal she had felled. She was irritable, angry. The males that chose to Chase her would be hard-pressed to catch her.

Before she blooded her second, she cried with much emotion, Come, males! Who will chase me, Haith, Gold of Allride Weyr?

[Bookworm]

Now that the first weyrlings were graduated, F'mar was getting ready to teach the new weyrling class from Malacryth's clutch. There would be Renth's hatchlings, too, if it turned out that the Ebony clutched. He was so distracted with plans that he didn't even notice Haith's condition, although Antagyth certainly did. The bronze had been perched on his ledge most of the day, tense and waiting for something to happen.

Finally, the gold's call echoed through the mind of every male in the Weyr. Antagyth bugled his acceptance of the challenge and launched himself off the ledge, beating his wings steadily and flying quickly towards the feeding grounds. He hovered as Haith blooded her kills, his eyes whirling red and violet. He had failed twice to win Malacryth. He would not fail this time.

F'mar, drawn to the rising Gold's rider, hurried to Zenniel's ledge. He managed a merely friendly smile at her, but he had to fight his eyes from straying from her face. A light blush spread across his face. He knew Zenniel only as one of "his" weyrlings, so he shouldn't be having these feelings about her!

***

Holath was sunning on his ledge, his hide shining from a fresh oiling. When Haith flew for the feeding grounds, he lifted his head, his eyes sparking and his heart pounding faster at the sight of the beautiful Gold. Mine, I will chase,[/color] he told his rider, who was reading in his weyr.

M'lir gasped, his eyes widening. Haith!? he exclaimed, running out of the weyr to find Zenniel. Haith was too young to rise! What was going on?

I will chase you, Haith,[/color] Holath told Haith simply, waiting for her to take off.

[Franny]

C'rean was settling in, wondering if he could get a pretty kitchen girl to keep him company for the night when when he suddenly felt flight lust come upon him. A gold was flying! A quick as anything, Roth was in the air, ready to fly after the gorgeous Gold, he might be a brown, but he could win any gold!

Roth quickly replied to the goldI will chase you oh beautiful gold! Roth had already blooded two herd beasts in preparation for the flight and now his eyes were swirling with lust. C'rean ran down to the flight rooms and eyed the pretty gold rider, up and down. Yes, she would be much better than a kitchen rider in his bed. And, if he didn't win the flight he would have a reason to get to know one of those kitchen girls. With Roth's help he remembered that the girl's name was Zenniel and the dragon was Haith.

[Kisha-Ra]

Enpeecyth had blooded his kills this morning, a fact that confused R’dom somewhat. Malaracyth had already Flown, Haith was young yet, and Enpeecyth had never even shown the slightest interest in Renth. But if not them, what dragon? No others required blooding for their Flights. The bronzerider frowned at his beast. Enpeecyth lay on his ledge watching the sky and paid his rider no mind.

Then a glowing form graced the sky, heading for the feeding ground, gold, fully grown yet young. Haith. Well, thought R’dom, it just went to show. What it went to show he wasn’t quite clear on but he’d figure that out later. Enpeecyth stood at the edge of his ledge, then, as Haith challenged him (for all other males were discounted in Enpeecyth’s mind), sprang from his ledge with a bugle of acceptance. He would take on her challenge!

[Zen]

(( Okay, I have to say this: Enpeecyth is the most pwnsome dragon name I've ever heard. It took me a while, though. *shot* ))

Haith finished blooding her second herdbeast. She needed no other blood to sustain her flight. She jumped off the ground with all of the energy a young queen dragon could muster. Dust curled up in her wake, as did pebbles and clumps of dirt from where her claws had dug into the ground. She was fast, she was faster than sound, she liked to think. No desperate Bronze was going to catch her. And no slow Brown would ever match her speed!

She shot like a frightened herdbeast into the sky, only she was faster. She pounded onward with her wings. They could not catch her, no one could. No one ever would, for she was HAITH! Then, in nearly mid-flight (gold dragons are not as lithe as other dragon colors), Haith turned in an almost 90 degree angle. She laughed--dragon-like--haughtily, and spun back around, almost doing another 90 degree angle. Just let them try to follow her! They never would, for she was a gold, and no male color could ever overtake her!

Zenniel, on the other hand, was feeling overtaken. Overtaken by dragonlust and by males. There were many of them, too many in her opinion. She was in the center of it all, and she didn't much like it. But, in another respect, she did like it. She was Haith, and she was flying, and she was the best gold there ever was--if for only this moment in time.

[Bookworm]

Holath launched himself after Haith, beating his wings hard and rising swiftly into the air. She was fast, and was soon far ahead of him, but he flew steadily to catch up. Suddenly, she turned on a wingtip and jerked in the opposite direction. Holath tried to copy the move, and felt a painful twinge in his shoulder.

With a pained cry, the bronze faltered, then began to drop. He had pulled a muscle, and it would be impossible to continue. Angry and disappointed, he flew slowly back down to the ground, where a secretly relieved M'lir ran to comfort him.

((Sorry to have him drop out so early, but it would be weird if he flew both Haith and Renth.))

Antagyth was more experienced than the younger bronze, and he wouldn't make the same mistake of pushing himself too hard early in the Flight. He flew fast enough to keep up, but he was reserving energy for later in the Flight.

When she turned at an angle, he followed, but slowly, making sure that he ended up in the right direction. He knew he wasn't as agile as the gold and didn't want to try something he couldn't handle. He turned and follow her new flight path, patiently waiting for her to tire.

F'mar was staring at Zenniel, transfixed by her beauty. On and off, she was a gold, then a woman, and F'mar wanted both

[Kisha-Ra]

Haith shot upward and Enpeecyth followed like a bronze arrow, showering the feeding ground with more dust before the debris kicked up by Haith’s launch descended. She was fast, Enpeecyth certainly could not match the young gold’s speed but he didn’t need to yet, she would tire from flying so fast, and when she did Enpeecyth would be there to catch her and make her his mate. Unlike some bronzes who would never get the chance. Enpeecyth gloated with that brief thought as one of his competitors dropped out with a cry.

The smaller bronze turned with less speed than he would have liked but more agility than most other bronzes could boast, there was a good side to being small. Enpeecyth took the second turn at as tight an angle as he could manage to gain a little ground on the gold. Naturally he was the best choice as her mate but she’d never realise that if he didn’t let her see him.

R’dom’s pupils contracted and expanded, making it look as though his plain as dirt brown eyes were flashing, an odd effect of the bond between the rider and his bronze. A confident smirk that was definitely not his own graced his face as he gazed at Zenniel with somewhat more than purely ascetic appreciation.

[Zen]

(( Because I grew bored with this thread... >>; ))

Haith was tiring. She had been a shining, bright star for long enough. Those males behind her were starting to tire, too, and much more than her! She bugled her happiness at winning, and turned her head leisurely around to figure out who would be her best sire. It could not be Enpeecyth, though he had flown a great flight. She instantly marked him out of her mind. Similarly, it could not be Holath, because he had dropped out of his own regard. That left only a couple.

Haith dropped backward, and, flaring her wings, ended up beside Antagyth. Antagyth, you have flown long and hard. Do you have the strength to carry me? She asked as she twined her neck around his lovingly. She had chosen, the flight was over.

[Bookworm]

Antagyth kept flying steadily, but his wings were beginning to ache and his breath came in ragged gasps. He was getting tired and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep flying, but he knew he would follow Haith to the ends of the earth.

Suddenly, she dropped back, flying beside him. Antagyth felt a thrill of excitement as she dropped towards him. Crooning, he extended his neck and twined with her. Of course, Haith. I will carry you anywhere.[/color]

On the ground, F'mar pulled Zenniel into his arms. Her forgot the shy weyrling, seeing only the dazzling gold dragon as he pulled her into the Flight room.