Wait... am I supposed to fly?

[Yamamoto]

It was in the morning hours as the sun was coming, And'l was barely waking up, noticing that his weyrmate was absent, just at the same time that Hexeth, noticed that Tombath was too. And'l guessed the other male must have had somthing that he needed to do, so the blue rider srighted and slowly sat up with a yawn. As he looked across the room at Hexeth, though he noticed somthing odd. Did Hexeth have a slight glow to him, it took only a moment for him to notice this as he slipped on his pants to get a closer look and stood up and slipped on his shirt too.

Hexeth had felt very very strange, as he began to have a urge that the blue did not quite understand at this moment, yet the knowlegde of what he wanted, and what was going to happen was unquestionable. The blue sat up and srighted himself out like a cat, as he looked towards his rider approching, the blues eyes where completely purple, which stopped And'l in his tracks, as the young man asked nervously, "Hexeth?....What is wrong?....What are you about to do?.....Don't tell me....." He felt a odd feeling going through him as he looked at his dragon who said to his rider, I must fly today And'l. My madian flight will be today, I hope all the males come to chase me.

And'l looked at his dragon very confused, this was impossiable. Hexeth was a male, then somthing in his mind clicked. The voice that had just spoke to him was femine, and not masculane like it normally was. The young man's eyes widened as the stared at the blue and he mouthed, 'no way'. There was only one reason that he would be flying. Becuase he was no he, but was a she. Hexeth was a Shappire, though a very big one, but a Shappire none the less. And'l had never went through any lessons on this side of the flights so he felt confused as his dragons feelings began to take him, but as Hexeth walked out to his legde he made one thing clear to the dragon, Hexeth, call for Tombath before you start. Remind him what he promised you. The Shappire looked back at her rider with a gleam in her eye and spoke to him, I wouldn't do anything less.

He walked out onto the legde and sent a nugde to Tombath, her voice was back to the way it had been before in it's more mascualine tones Brother I know that we were playing around before, but I think our jokes have now become reality. You said if I was the first blue to fly then you would come and cacth me. Well please keep your promise. With that the Shappire made her challage to the males of the weyr, Come now males of the weyr see if you have what it takes to cacth a pretty blue. Hexeth's female voice showed that he was no blue, but she knew that she was a blue, and so she was. No one could tell her differnat.

Everything made sense to And'l as he walked to the flight room. Hexeth was a gender confused Shappire. She thought she was a blue, and therefore acted like one. It made sense, with what had been happing in the last month, with the way he had been acting like a proddy female, the way he seemed to flirt with Tombath, and the cuddling with the bronze. The demands to look pretty for the bronze. Everything made sense, Hexeth was a girl. He knew the blue was way to motherly for any male dragon. Yet he did not want to agure with her, if she thought she was a male. Then And'l did not care. If she thought she was a blue, then to him, she was a blue.

He soon reached the flight room and leaned against one of the walls as the flight lust over took him, and blush appered across his face. He was looking for Uu'ian, hoping that Tombath would chase. Well the good thing was that at least this way, him and Uu'ian would not have to worry about flights anymore. Though with a vain creature like Tombath, he did not know if a Shappire would be good egough. Though if that Shappire was Hexeth, And'l knew that Tombath would be quite egear.

[Kisha-Ra]

Uu’ian leaned against his dragon’s side, and contemplated going back to bed. It was an utterly unholy hour of the morning in his opinion and he didn’t see any reason why he should have to get up and wash and oil one fussy bronze dragon before the sun had even properly stirred above the horizon. He’d only agreed at all because in the end it was easier to comply with the demands rather than have Tombath sulk in the back of his mind all day. Typically the bronze hadn’t even given a reason for his sudden desperate desire to be bathed.

Washed, oiled, completely beautiful, and content in mind now that he was clean, Tombath stood on the shore of the weyr lake, a proud figure of a dragon with a slumped and tired rider at his side. Normally he would have waited for a while, maybe even long enough to let Uu’ian wake up by himself, but something the bronze didn’t totally understand drove him today. Even now he looked up at the sky uncertainly, as if expecting something to happen, but aside from the sun striking gold and red lights from his hide, nothing did. I suppose we should-[/color] the bronze began, only to be cut off by a familiar voice. Hexeth is Flying?[/color] Tombath’s confusion turned his news into a question.

‘That’s not funny Tombath.’ Uu’ian looked sideways at his dragon, honest confusion taking over his expression too as he saw, distantly, what Tombath had not. The glowing dragon shape with the same colour hide as Hexeth. ‘I think you were looking the wrong way just now, and I think you’d better go, you promised you would.’

Tombath’s neck twisted to let the bronze look in the direction his rider indicated, then his head swung back to his rider. You don’t like to chase.[/color] he commented, obliquely asking permission.

This is different, this Hexeth, and you promised him you would. Uu’ian reflected for a brief moment on how strange that whole concept was but not for long. Tombath was off and running one way for a speedy take off, and in the next moment Uu’ian was sprinting back for the weyr, cursing how far away he was. He needed to keep those other males away from his blue, Uu’ian thought, unconsciously meshing with Tombath this time around because their goals were similar. Of course nothing made any sense to either half of the bronzepair, but when had they ever not been confused by their companions?

In the air Tombath drifted toward Hexeth, almost holding a pose in mid flight, his neck arched, tail held with an upward curve, and chest inflated. Almost without thinking the bronze moved sideways to let the sunlight catch him for best effect, shooting threads of gold and scarlet throughout his hide. Soon the others would arrive and the chase begin in ernest, but for now, the bronze was not above stacking the deck in his favour if he could.

[shadowreine]

I don't get it.

What, Bonjouth?

I thought Hexeth was a blue

WHAT?

J'tor had just been lazing by the lake with his dragon. Now the brown was roused and already leaping into the air.

Hexeth flies. I chase her...him...HER

The brown was confused, but also caught up in lust. J'tor did not know whether to laugh or cry.

He did know he wasn't sure he wanted to win this one. And'l? Even if he did boys, And'l struck him as...entirely loyal to Uu'ian and the type to be upset by flight sex. One shouldn't be, but there it was.

But Bonjouth was already airborne, and J'tor could do nothing but break into a run towards the other man's weyr.

Airborne, and after the brilliant blue...no, sapphire. Obviously, Hexeth was really a sapphire, but why did she pretend to be a blue? Maybe it had something to do with having a male rider, but that didn't confuse any *other* dragon.

On the other hand, Hexeth was flying, and the confusion flowed out of the brown's mind to be replaced by lust. A small thought that probably came from J'tor told him Tombath would almost certainly win.

It did not matter. Bonjouth was going to chase this female. Even if she was weird. He did not pose, the way Tombath did, but rather sought a thermal, let it carry him upwards, saving his energy for the chase proper.

It would be a good chase...

[Lysita]

For once K'rian was awake very early and was simply laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling of his weyr. His thoughts were all over the place that morning and even Zaphyr chirping didn't seem to get through to him. The blue firelizard was hungry and was wondering why his 'pet' wasn't paying attention to him. Zaphyr launched into the air and popped /between/ to hunt down some food. He warbled in confusion at the sight of the blue flying and being chased by a bronze and brown. He disappeared back /between/ and appeared in K'rian's weyr, chirping and creeling in confusion and puzzlement.

"What is it Zaphyr?" The rainbowrider asked, having been pulled form his thoughts finally. Images of Hexeth being chased by Tombath and a brown he couldn't quite identify, flooding his head and he sat up. Just at that point Lesoroth's eyes snapped open and K'rian felt the sudden rush of lust from his dragon. Oh shards, what do I do? K'rian thought to himself, knowing that he didn't want to make things wierd between himself and And'l.

Meanwhile Lesoroth stood and wen to the edge of his ledge, gather himself together and launched into the air. Dear Hexeth, Rainbow Lesoroth is happy to chase.
The rainbow said as he speedily and agily caught up with the two males already chasing. Nonetheless, the rainbow was confused as to why a blue was rising yet who was he to question it?

K'rian groaned as Lesoroth announced his intention and knew he had to think quickly, then it came to him. L'the, his beloved greenrider. He stood up, already clothed, and hurried to L'the's weyr and going straight over to sit on the edge of the bed.
"L'the? Are you awake?" He asked softly, reaching to lightly stroke back a strand of hair.
"Hexeth is rising. Lesoroth is chasing. Oh L'the, I didn't know what to do." He blurted out in a rush, wanting to get it said quickly.

[Franny]

Z'ren was enjoying his day so far, playing around with his gitar and Hechiceroth just laying about, that is until Hechiceroth said, Mine, he flies! The beautiful Blue Hexeth flies!

Z'ren, of course, was confused and worried about his dragon's logic, Dear Hechiceroth, don't joke like that, males don't fly. Only females have flight and males chase them. You yourself stated that Hexeth is a blue, and therefore he can't fly.

This upset Hechiceroth because he knew he spoke truth, No mine, Hexeth is a gender confused female sapphire that thinks she's a blue and a male, at least I think thats what is happening. I am flying after her!

This upset Z'ren and he said outloud as well as to Hechiceroth, "NO! Hexeth is a BLUE with a MALE rider, I DON"T want you to fly after HIM!"

This upset Hechiceroth, but he wanted to fly after the pretty and large sapphire. But mine, I must fly! I must I must, she is so beautiful, please mine?

A slight break of love for Hechiceroth from Z'ren allowed Hechiceroth to answer the sapphire's challenge, OH lovely Hexeth, I fly!

Z'ren cradled his hands in his lap, not going toward the flight room, no, he wouldn't have And'l, And'l was Uu'ian's, and Hexeth was Tambath's. He knew that Hechiceroth would just be disapointed, and he didn't want to be at the end of either of those two's anger if Hechiceroth won, but Hechiceroth insisted...

Slowly and grudginly, Z'ren allowed his conscious to blend with Hechiceroths'.

[Kisha-Ra]

Something rather strange was going on, Keshia could feel it in the air, and in the back of her mind. She recognised the beginnings of Flightlust from her dragon, Fantasmath had chased a few greens since maturing, though he hadn’t won any of them. What was confusing her was the overtone of confusion to the whole thing, Fantasmath had enough experience by now to know what he had to do, and whether he wanted to chase or not. ’tasmath? She questioned, taking an uncertain step towards the ledge where her mindmate stood, poised as if to take off but uncertain.

I am rather confused KeshiaMine. We all thought Hexeth was male. If we have been wrong all this time why did he not correct us?[/color] The blue turned violet eyes shot through with yellow sparks of confusion on his rider without changing his ready to fly pose at all.

I’m sure I don’t know. Wait. Hexeth isn’t male?

Since he calls us to her maiden Flight she cannot be male. Can he? It matters not. I will chase her since he calls. Fantasmath’s changing pronouns showed that the blue was still rather confused but the way his eyes shaded up from violet to dark purple indicated that his lust was stronger than his confusion.

As Fantamath finally left the ledge for the skies Keshia turned away and headed for the Flightrooms, she wasn’t too fond of this part of the experience but trying to fight it, as she had the first time, didn’t work too well. That was a memorable occasion, since she’d gone headfirst down the stairs under the belief that she could fly to the green Fantasmath had been chasing.

It didn’t really occur to Keshia until she pushed open the door and let herself in that Hexeth’s rider was And’l, a friend of hers, and the weyrmate of another of her friends. What a situation, if Tombath didn’t win (and through Fantasmath’s eyes she could see the bronze was there) neither of her friends would be too happy. Why did Fantamath drag her into this one?

Fantasmath’s initial hesitation meant that he had to stretch his wings to catch up to Hexeth, already four other males joined the chase in spite of everyone’s confusion over Hexeth’s gender, Fantasmath didn’t bother with speaking, he was here with clear intent to chase, and the blue believed in deeds, not words, to win the day.

((yeah, decided to add Fantasmath now since Yama hasn’t posted again yet. From now on Tombath and Fantasmath will share a post though.))

[Yamamoto]

And'l stayed leaned up against the wall of the flight room, and let his hair hang down a bit in fornt of the blush that covered his face. The lust that was flowing off Hexeth was almost palpable to him at this point. He could see all of the suitors who where showing up, and let out a sigh of relief to see that Tombath was the very first to show, maybe he would get lucky and there would be no other chasers, he expected Hexeth's would be confusing to all other dragons for her brother. Though he soon caught sight of the other males, and felt a alarming amount of interest coming form his dragon for these others too. He hoped that Tombath would be able to win.

The young man began to slowly look to see who the chaser's where. Seeing a brown, another bronze, and even a rainbow. Soon even another blue entered the picture. And'l just shook his head and, sighed. He desired each male dragon with a frieceness that scared him. Hearing the door open he looked over and saw Keshia, looking at her with desire for a moment he went back to what he was doing. And'l was doing flirting in his own way, by being coy and shy. Though in reality it was Hexeth that controled her riders thought. Yet And'l's eyes still did not stop looking for the sight of his Uu'ian. His blush stayed on his face, as he looked over the other male, wondering which other riders would show, becuase at this point he was not really trying to play guess whose dragon.

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L'the found himself being pulled form sleep, by what sounded like the confused voice of another preson. So he slowly woke up and as he rubbed the sleep form his eyes he realized that it was K'rian. Though when he heard the words 'Hexeth rising'. He was now fully awake. Turning to look at K'rian he crawled the other male. He had yet to put his clothes on at this point and just gave K'rian a kiss on the cheek and said, "Just don't fight it. Go on K'rian. It is just a flight, and if he loses, just come and find me, ok. I will be waiting right here for you. You have to remember this is Hexeth is who is have a flight." He winked as he said this hoping that the other male would understand. He wanted K'rian to go, not becuase he did not want to be with K'rian, it was simply that he did not want K'rian to get in the habit of fighting flightlust. Such a thing never turned out well.
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Hexeth crooned at the sight of her favorite bronze appering above her. He did not care if no other male's showed up, as long as Tombath chased then he was happy. Though the ideas they had discussed before about exposing there riders to things they would not like aslo ran through the blues head. So she wanted plenty of opintions to choose form, though at this point, Tombath was starting out in the lead of gaining the shappires affection. That was when more and more males showed up, and she greeted each with a soft croon. The Shappire was so happy, that she would be chased by five males for her madian flight, and five very handsome males at that.

She waited only a few moments before took off form her legde and into the sky, before swooping down and blooding a herdbeast before she again took to the skies. And'l did not once have to command her, the two where so close that somtimes the blue seemed to do what her rider asked before he even spoke to her. As she swept up into the skies she caught the thermals though purposefully flew by each male and softly nuzzled them, though seemed to linger on Tombath before she speed upward into the sky saying, Follow me, lets see which one of you handsome dragons is able to keep up with pretty blue such as me. She used her agility as a small blue to keep ahead, and dodge the males, though made sure she conserved her energy. Becuase when she choose, she wanted to make sure that she had egough so she could help make sure the male she wanted won.

[Kisha-Ra]

Tombath was both pleased and disappointed to see so many others arrived to chase Hexeth, pleased because Hexeth deserved so many, yet disappointed because he had hoped that maybe he would be the only dragon to come and chase the most confusing of blues. Well he was the very of them, he’d just have to prove it. Determination flooded the bronze.

Uu’ian couldn’t remember the last time he’d run so fast, if he’d been in a cognitive mood he might have thought of one or two occasions, but, like his dragon, he was consumed with one sole desire, to fly, to win. Uu’ian’s body bounded up stone steps two and three at a time while his mind assessed the competition, two browns, a rainbow, and a blue, quite a compliment for Hexeth that he, er she, had so many chasers but more than a bit worrying for Uu’ian and Tombath.

At last Uu’ian made it to the flightroom and let himself in, there were less chasers here than there were in the air but Uu’ian had no doubt that their dragons’ prompting would eventually bring all of them to this place. He wanted to protect his mate, but it was pointless, all he coul do was join his will with Tombath’s and chase.

Tombath waited with glacial patience, he knew from the mind of his rider that the smaller females did not need to blood for longer Flights, but if Hexeth sought that extra energy then the bronze was certainly not about to deny his brother, um, sister, what she wanted.

Tombath almost wriggled in the air as Hexeth nuzzled him and slipped away, it was very tempting to try and capture her in that moment but that wouldn’t be any fun! Besides, if he’d failed he would have lost in that moment. More than anything the bronze wanted to be chosen, to be acknowledged as the best possible male.




Fantasmath was delighted that Hexeth acknowledged him even though he was the last to arrive. The part of him that was Keshia thought that Hexeth would have greeted all the others just as affectionately, and Fantasmath let her know that that was good because they were all equal, to be separated by their actions.

The blue had very little opinion on the other males, most of whom he was not really familiar with, he held them in no contempt, had no grudge against them. Fantasmath moved silently among the pack, more agile than the larger dragons, yet not as graceful and speedy as the rainbow or Hexeth herself, perfectly average and perfectly in the middle, that was Fantasmath.

Under normal circumstances a glance like the one And’l fixed her with, from anyone, would have sent Keshia scurrying off somewhere, blushing and muttering some excuse or another. However right now that glance seemed a desirable thing to have directed at her and she met it boldly for a moment before And’l redirected his attention.

Like her dragon, Keshia stayed silent as the chase began, not for them were sweet words and flashy challenges, only the silence and the dance of the skies.

[Lysita]

Lesoroth followed Hexeth to the feeding pens yet he had no need for the blood as he was the fastest and agilest of the dragons there, even Hexeth him/herself. He easily dodged between the other dragons as he followed Hexeth, twisting and turning this way and that so as not to foul himself or the others. Oh, he might not have the stamina of the bronzes and browns or even blues, but he had speed and that was better in his mind.

He was again off, following the sapphire as she shot back into the air, his own speed allowing him to keep close. Although there was always the danger that he would go too fast and overtake her which he couldn't allow to happen. Even if he had the agility to get back quickly but he didn't want to have to do that and lose sight of Hexeth. Then she nuzzled him as she went passed and he allowed his wing to dip down and rush softly against her side.

Meanwhile K'rian sat on L'the's bed, looking at the greenrider with a frown of surprise. L'the wanted him to go with the others, not to fight the flightlust? Faranth, his mind was in a confused state and yet he wanted to do as L'the said.
"I...I'm sorry." Was all he could say and he pleaded with his eyes for L'the to understand that he meant about Lesoroth having decided to chase. After all, the rainbow dragon liked the smaller of the dragon colours, and he figured sapphires were small enough to fit into that catagory.

He lightly brushed the back of his fingers dwn L'the's cheek and stood, taking a deep breath to steel himself for leaving L'the and going to And'l for the flight. Faranth he hoped that Lesoroth lost, so that he didn't have to make And'l feel awkward towards him. He walked out of L'the's weyr, a quick glance back before actually going through the door, once more apologizing with his eyes.

Then he was striding towards the flgiht room with a heavy heart. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. He chanted in his mind to himself, like a litany. It would be hard for him to deal with if Lesoroth lost, never mind if he won. K'rian just hoped that he did lose, wishing that Blumath had risen first. Yet it was no use thinking that as it wouldn't change anything now. His eyes were filled with unshed tears and hesitance as he entered the flight room and locked on to And'l.
"And'l....?" He said the males name, his tone a mix of lust, fear and uncertainty.

[shadowreine]

And Bonjouth was in the air, in pursuit of her. The entire confusion...whether Hexeth was blue or sapphire...forgotten in the wave of lust that became all of the brown dragon's being.

Competition? Tombath was, he knew without knowing why, the greatest competition. The tiny Lesoroth he dismissed...small Hexeth might be, but surely she would not choose a rainbow as her mate.

Surely not!

Yet, one never knew with females. She teased him, she flew past him, she *touched* him. Oh, how he wanted her.

To win her, he had to be something special. As always in flights, he forgot his own stupid fear, his own doubts about himself. He would fly to Rukbat for her.

His rider's annoyance had faded away into the lust, he moved into And'l's weyr. He did not want this man, he did not want him, but his dragon wanted the sapphire-blue dragon.

That won, the dragon's desire, as always, overcoming anything mere human. There was nothing but wings and the wind and the air beneath both of them.

J'tor was Bonjouth, and everything else was...meaningless.

[Franny]

The lust caused by Hechiceroth caused Z'ren to jump up and run for the flight room. Z'ren was not one who normally liked males, but the lust that had taken over his body caused him to hungrily look at And'l.

Hechiceroth Was in the air. He had stamina. He could win, and the other brown, the blue, and the rainbow were nothing. THe only one that might give him trouble was sthe bronze, but he was fast he could beat the bronze. He could outlast the blue and the rainbow.

Then, beautiful Hexeth nuzzled him as she flew by. She touched him. IT made him try all the harder. Each wing stroke meant more than ever, and Z'ren's music played in his heart a toon of encouragement and winning. Music of triumph over every odd. Yes, he Hechiceroth could win!

Hechiceroth>661100

[Yamamoto]

And'l's slight blush just got worse and worse and worse as the moments went on. It was very noticeable on his pale skin though was hidden by the hair that hung down in front of his face, giving him a shy boyish type of apprance, that he usually did not have. He kept looking at the ground when he heard the second person come in, and he looked and his eyes noticeably lit up as he stared straight at his Uu'ian. His eyes could not stop looking at the other male, though at this moment there was nothing to distract him. Until the other chasers began to show, and he looked at K'rian saying, "Hello K'rian." His voice bordering on teasing, though anyone who knew the young man knew that this was not And'l, this was Hexeth, and the lust that it caused this in his rider.

And'l looked to J'tor and softly thingyed his head to the side to look at the other male for a moment with a soft smile, that almost seemed understanding. Of most And'l diffently figured that J'tor was a unwilling chaser, but it was what the dragon wanted. Had And'l had any say, this flight would not even be happening, though we as many chasers as she had, he could not deny this to her. He did not think that even Hexeth's dam had attracted that many for the last few flights she had. Though he did give Z'ran a look to as he softly twirled his hair around one of his fingers absent mindly, again attempting to look cute. Though his eyes where quickly draw back to where they always where, to his weyrmate. So he just to his time to look at the bronzerider.


Hexeth seemed to puff out his chest at the number of chasers that he had. The sapphire after nuzzling the males took off, heading towards the ocean. The place that had a good meaning to the sapphire, though only she and her bonded knew why she would want to lead the males in this direction as he crooned to them, and teased them. Once above the ocean the blue swooped down and let his wing tip against the water, as she dared the males to follow her path. The blue spiraled into the sky, though when she felt a male getting to close the blue would just barrel roll to the side, and though she continued with her tricky maneuvers she was still planning on saving some of her energy for the moment when she chose. She was not going to let some unworthy male to steal the prize of the one that she chose. Whoever won was the one that deserved it and they would be the one to get it.

[shadowreine]

Sympathy, yes. J'tor was, that part of him that was still rational, sure and certain that And'l wanted him to win no more than he wanted to win.

And'l only wanted one chaser to win, but these were flights, and flights happened, and Bonjouth's wings carried him out over the ocean.

So close to her, oh, so close, but she rolled away. She teased, she danced, and the brown was not quite in enough control to save his energy. Rather, he tried to follow the sapphire form.

Tried. He was falling back some, his wings straining against the wind, but he would not, could not, give up on her and all she meant to him...which was everything for the duration of the flight and, knowing Bonjouth, nothing once it had ended.

Everything and nothing, but he kept with her, even as he already began to tire. Brown wings beat, twisted, through a swoop, down to the water.

He was wet now, the ocean against his hide, against him, but it did nothing to cool the heat within him.

[Kisha-Ra]

Tombath crooned softly in appreciation. Did Hexeth know how pretty she was? How graceful? How utterly delightful? Ah, she would, she would. Tombath would make sure of it.

The bronze dropped over the ocean, glorying in the moment of free fall that took him that much closer to his favourite dragon, then Hexeth twirled away from the waves and Tombath snapped his wings out, turning the fall into a glide that took him just above the water’s surface for a few moments before he pulled up and put all his energy into ascending in Hexeth’s wake.

Uu’ian’s body twitched in half a step toward his weyrmate, wanting more than anything to wrap his arms around And’l and protect him, to take him away from all this. However Tombath’s instincts clashed with and overruled his rider’s desires. Not yet, no touching until she chose. You didn’t just grab your female and twine with her at the first chance you got, you had to win, to be the best. Tombath was confident, but Uu’ian was worried.

Somewhere among the clouds Hexeth rolled away teasingly, earning admiration from Tombath and a low whine from Uu’ian.



If Fantasmath was still confused it didn’t show in his flying, the blue kited easily on an uplifting thermal, then shot forward like a large blue arrow. He wanted that blue, sapphire, whichever. He wanted Hexeth whatever colour she thought he was.

Fantasmath forced his average form to become amazing, twisting, turning, falling and dancing around and among the other males in an effort to impress. He dropped, and flirted and danced with the waves for a moment before rolling away and rising, upside down, feeling the odd sensation of air filling the wrong side of his wings for a momwnt before he completed the turn and flew on, right side up this time.

Keshia flinched, not in response to anything that came from Fantasmath’s perceptions but in response to K’rian’s voice in the room. Of all of those who were here on the behalf of their mindmates he probably wished to be there least. She could sympathise with that, a little, at least the Keshia-ness of her could, the Fantasmath of her saw only a more agile, more brightly coloured rival for Hexeth’s attention.

[Franny]

Hechiceroth/Z'ren flew strongly after Hexeth. They lusted after the blue sapphire. They followed and came close, just like Bonjouth, but then the triskty sapphire would roll away.

Their bodies weren't meant for a twisty flight, and yet they weren't extreme stamina, they were a mix. They could fly after the female blue better than a bronze, and yet the turns were telling and pulling on their wings.

They felt fine with the length, but every trun grated bone against winsail, and the pain was growing as they tried to keep right behind the blue. They decided to fall back some so as not to be twisting after every roll of the blues'.