A Dance of Dragons (Majoriith Flies!)

[Lark]

I was looking for a breath of a life
For a little touch of heavenly light
But all the choirs in my head sang no oh oh oh

To get a dream of life again
A little vision of the start and the end
But all the choirs in my head sang, no oh oh oh

But I needed one more touch
Another taste of heavenly rush
And I believe, I believe it's so oh oh oh

It was at almost dead center in the summer season. The rays of Rukbat beat against the Weyr almost harshly, and waves of heat rose from the rock. If one looked hard enough they could almost be visible, winding and flickering like invisible flames over sun-bleached stone. The clouds above were few and far in between, but on the horizon a few days away a storm was bound to break suffering of those in the cooler caves. For now though it was stifling.

The only relief came from the seaside breezes that blew past from the nearby ocean. Then there was the water itself, and that had many in it now. River, lake and sea were all frequented by creatures and humans alike. Dragons and riders would go by day, whers and handlers by night to take part in what seemed like a communal activity. With so many gathered together though it was not uncommon to see Majoriith on her own up on the Weyr Heights.

She went to the water only when few others were there, and that was mainly because she was too shy to converse with the otherwise talkative creatures that gathered in the cooler areas. Besides, it was nice to sleep on the rocks and warm her hide. After growing in a place of almost perpetual snow and ice, the warmer climate of The Island was plenty welcome by the young dragoness.

Rikula inside the Weyr was busy going over paperwork. There had been something that had bugged her from the moment the last council meeting had been called. Again and again she had combed through the lists and records, trying desperately to understand why there was any need for G'lwein to be at Southern Weyr. They had gotten nothing but trouble from the Weyr in the past, so why now would he turn there for any sort of help?

Especially since there was no reason for help to be needed! Biting and chewing on her lower lip, Rikula sighed and sipped from the iced klah that she had just called for only moments earlier. Briefly her mind flickered to check on her dragoness, knowing that Majoriith was somewhere resting. What she felt however confused her. It was odd that the dragoness was asleep and yet feeling so much.

Was the gold dreaming? No, it was not that. The gold's tail twitched, her wings flaring open somewhat with a soft rustling sound before she finally snapped her head up in alarm. Jaws parted, the rustic gold glowing with a faint brightness that had little to do with health and much more to do with her time having finally come. Eying the feeding pens, the dragoness got to her feet and dove toward them, skidding across the dry grass as she latched onto one of the beasts.

Gasping, Rikula quickly pulled her mind separate from her dragon's, commanding her as she had been told so many times to only blood her kill. It did not take much effort for Majoriith to obey, as she figured it would. Parting her jaws and dropping her first kill, the gold struck onto another, and then another. With each she grew more bold, but she was not violent. She killed only what she felt was needed, and then she nudged them with her tail together in a pile so that it would be easy for the crafters and drudges to come and claim them later.

Warbling a soft note for her suitors to follow, Majoriith heaved herself up onto a rock, and then another, opening her wings on the third jump and letting herself soar into the blue sky. She had never felt so adept at flying before. She had never felt quite so free, or so in control. This was her! This was how she wanted to be! As Rikula finally released her hold on her dragon, she let her mind merge with the young gold, giving her the extra boost of confidence when for a moment Majoriith worried that no one would come.

No Maj. See them below. They wait for you. This is your flight, your day my love. Now, fly high and fly far!

Come Bronze and Garnet and Brown. Come Blue and Ebony if you wish to try as well! Come one and come all if you wish it. Fly with me today!

It's a harder way and it's come to claim her
And I always say, we should be together
And I can see below, 'cause there's something in here
And if you are gone, I will not belong here (belong, belong, belong)

And I started to hear it again
But this time it wasn't the end
And the room is so quiet, oh oh oh oh

And my heart is a hollow plain
For the devil to dance again
And the room is too quiet, oh oh oh oh

[phantomofthewolves]

G'daro and Banemith were playing in the water near the shore when Banemith heard a lustful shriek. It is time. Majoriith flies! Banemith cried and he roared in an eager response. G'daro tried to stop him, but he was long gone. Banemith raced to blood some kills, his heart beating with excitement. He arrived at the location where the young queen was blooding her kills. He killed a couple of herdbeasts and sucked them dry of blood. He hadn't felt this way since his first queen flight attempt. He wanted to win, for him and G'daro. He knew that he may die trying but at least he would do it with honor.

The gold jumped into the sky and Banemith quickly followed. He rose with her, beating his wings gently to conserve energy. I challenge, Majoriith! Banemith cried, gliding next to the young queen. He swerved right away from her, disappearing into the clouds. Then he reappeared behind her, humming a love song.

Meanwhile, G'daro was outside the Junior Weyrwoman's quarters. He gently knocked on the door. He remembered what Banemith had taught him: shoulders back, head high. He felt nervous, unlike his Bonded who was eager to become a leader. If he wins or not, G'daro hoped that he would come out unscathed.

[Akira]

Stallorth watched with eyes swirling so quickly they could have given someone motion sickness. Majoriith prepares to fly T’rian. I suggest you find your mate. The large bronze didn’t even look at his rider as he spoke to the man, his voice full of the flight lust that was starting to brew in his blood. Just because he didn’t appear to care for the man he has spent the last eleven turns with, didn’t mean that he doesn’t. Rudith, would you be so kind as to ask your rider to intercept T’rian? With that parting inquisition on behalf of his rider, the large bronze stood, and glided down into the feeding pens and began preparing for a mating flight.

Stallorth crooned softly as he adeptly leapt into the air to follow the gold Majoriith. Despite the fact that he was almost eight turns older than her, he still gave chase. Fly my young Queen! Fly and we will follow! He bugled his greeting to the young gold as he beat his wings to follow her into the air. He had a pretty good feeling that he wouldn’t be the one winning this gold’s flight since there were going to be younger males joining, all vying for the young queen’s affection; but that didn’t mean that Stallorth wasn’t going to give it his all!

T’rian jumped when he heard his dragon’s voice. Are you serious?! Talking about timing!! He didn’t have much time to worry about Majoriith’s timing, for he knew that in a few more moments he would be fighting to keep his mind to himself and away from his dragons. He dropped the scroll he had been reading, and started worrying about what he would do. He knew that as soon as the flight lust hit him he wouldn’t have a choice. He either needed to find Inali and lock himself away with her like he used to do whenever Stallorth chased a female, or he would need to go to Rikula’s room and wait in line along with all the other riders that would be there.
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Guarximuth had been lazily picking at the herdbeasts when someone joined him in the feeding pens. He crooned a soft greeting to Majoriith without realizing what was going on at first. It is time mine Pandora! Quickly! To Rikula’s rooms! His swirling eyes locked onto the gold dragoness as she fed, and never left her gleaming golden hide. Pandora had been lounging around in her weyr when Guarximuth’s call came to her. Her eyes widened as she jumped, tipping over the chair she had been sitting in. Well, wasn’t this day just fantastic?

Pandora scrambled to pick herself up and right her chair before bolting for the door of her room. She threw open the door and ran all the way to that of the rider who’s dragon was now readying herself for a flight. Pandora only slowed when she reached Rikula’s room. She politely knocked on the door before letting herself in. Greetings Rikula, lovely day for a flight. She greeted the young woman, and then nodded to the other rider that was there. She leaned against the wall, waiting to see what would happen during this flight, knowing full well that soon enough, her mind wouldn’t even be her own.

Guarximuth bellowed loudly as he leapt into the sky after Majoriith. I am here Majoriith. I shall fly with you this day! He roared his challenge to the sky, and even though there would be many other suitors in this flight, he let them all know that this was one brown that wasn’t going to back down from anyone, neither bronze nor garnet nor any other browns! He was young, but not too young to know that there was still a chance that he could lose this flight, but even though he knew it was true, he wouldn’t stop chasing till his wings could no longer hold him in the air.

[Zero]

Farnath it was hot. K’ien thought as he wiped his brow for what felt like the thousandth time that day. Even where he was, tucked away in the dining hall, the heat still managed to get to him. So much so that he found it difficult to concentrate on the few records and pieces of parchment that were spread on the table in front of him. Then again it could be worse, thread could have been falling and he could have been stuck, sweating like a wherry, in his riding gear, all the while trying not to pass out and get killed. So, really, he couldn’t complain too much.

Hyorinmarth had the right idea. The large bronze had given up his spot on the heights to cool himself down by the shore. There wasn’t much for him to do today and it was far too hot to be flying around aimlessly. So while His sought refuge from the weather inside the weyr, he chose to lounge by the sea. However, it seemed the lazy day wasn’t meant to last forever. With a start, Hyorinmarth rose to his feet, shaking the sand and water from his hide as he looked to the sky. There he witnessed the golden flash of Majoriith as she rose from the feeding pens and spiraled into the summer sky.

K’ienMine, our Queen rises.
Then go.

With a roar the bronze leapt into the air, kicking up a flurry of sand in his wake as he moved to cover the distance between them. He was well rested and ready for this flight. No fresh kills sat in his belly either so that wouldn’t be able to weigh him down. My Queen, it is my honor to fly with you. Down on the ground, K’ien was shaking his head even as he got up from his table and headed for the riders weyrs. He would come back for his records later. You know you’re too damn chivalrous sometimes, Hyorinmarth? One final thought was sent to the bronze before the familiar feelings of flightlust began to cloud his mind and drive him towards Rikulas weyr. As he entered his room, K’iens eyes focused solely on her. Yes, there was another challenger there before him but he wasn’t of any concern. Not yet anyway.

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At the golds shriek, Thormyth uncurled from where he had been sleeping and stalked out onto his ledge. With a growl his head snapped to the feeding pens and the bloodbath that was currently taking place. His tail twitch with excitement as his claws raked the scratched, stone floor beneath him. Before Vl’kan could even blink, let alone process what was happening, the large garnet roared as he dove for the pens, tackling a large beast and viciously tearing into its hide.

One after the other he drained the blood of those pathetic animals, mostly for sport, and licked the blood from his claws when he’d had enough. Lifting his head towards the sky, Thormyth snarled as he watched one challenger after another chase after the young gold. Fools! All of them! Didn’t they know he was to be the victor of this game?

Thormyth! No! But it was too late for pleas now. Not that the garnet would ever listen anyways. Kicking away from the ground, Thormyth quickly caught up to the gold and her chasers. Pulling along side the group, he snarled and threw his entire body into the large Hyorinmarth, knocking the bronze slightly off course, before swooping ahead before the king could retaliate. Did they really expect him to play fair?

Shouting his own frustrations as his dragon joined the flight, Vl’kan shut himself inside his weyr and began to pace, set and determined to not leave his room to find their Weyrwoman. It was futile though, really. It was a queens flight after all. In the end he would have no choice but to stumble out into the halls and seek out the rider but not now…not if he could help it.

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[Elessar]

I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back

And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone

Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell

N'tal's hands were spotted with ink. Fresh new stacks of records and charts sat next to him on his desk, copied or written anew in the bronze rider's precise hand. While the rider had worked hard to earn the position of Wingleader, creating and copying out page after page of thread-fall charts and records would never be something N'tal enjoyed… especially when the weather was as blistering hot as it was.

There was little relief from the heat in his weyr, save for the occasional breeze that would blow through and tease him with thoughts of abandoning his work and joining the other riders and dragons that had all flocked to the water, be it the river, lake, or ocean, to cool themselves off. But no… he still had work to do, and as a Wingleader, that was his duty, even if it meant being burnt to a crisp while he did it.

Removing his tunic and taking a drink of water from the cup on his desk, N'tal leaned back, his mind automatically reaching for his dragon. Sorvestrymath was anxious for some reason, which was making it a bit difficult to concentrate on his work. Wondering what could be bothering his smaller sized bronze, N'tal stood up, moving to the ledge where his dragon lay, front paws extended out over the edge and into the open air.

Resting a hand on Sorvestrymath's rippled hide, the rider offered a probing question to the bronze. His answer, however, came as he saw a golden blur seem to streak down from the skies into the feeding pens. Majoriith was rising, and by the way Sorvestrymath's claws were scratching at the stone of their weyr, the bronze aimed to chase her.

Stepping back, away from his dragon, N'tal's blue eyes gleamed with anticipation. Luck, Sorvestrymath. He called, as the bronze tipped over the ledge, plunging down through the air until he snapped open his wings to glide to the pens, where the golden queen was blooding her kill. Sorvestrymath snorted before grabbing a herd-beast of his own and draining it's blood.

Luck, Mine? I have no need of luck. I shall win.[/color]

N'tal grinned, and moved to the door, making his way down to Rikula's weyr, where other riders were already gathering. Sorvestrymath slashed down another 'beast, his claws and fangs as red as his swirling eyes. The bronze watched as Majoriith took to the skies, roaring her challenge to the male dragons of the Weyr. Sorvestrymath roared in response before jumping into the air after her.

A smaller bronze, Sorvestrymath had both agility and stamina, and he planned to use both in this flight. Roaring again, he quickly found himself flying close to Majoriith, other dragons around him, calling to the gold queen. A garnet, Thormyth by the looks of it, smashed into the large bronze Hyorinmarth, and Sorvestrymath made a mental note to stay away from the garnet for as long as possible. He was a dragon bound by honor and duty, and would win the flight fair and square!

I will fly with you, Majoriith![/color] He roared, swooping in and out of the other dragons, wings catching currents of air to carry him swifter and higher as the chase progressed. Yes, I will fly with you![/color]

And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
But that's what I'll do
And a feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home

I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera forevermore
I'm gonna work this job
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm pleading, and I'm pleading, and I'm pleading
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more
And the stains coming from my blood
tell me "go back home"

I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back

[Thorn]

J'lan had been swimming in the river with Galen when the call went out, and he realized with a shock that Granzth was already gone. Swimming back to the bank, he called to the bronze.

Granzth...? What- he stopped at the sight of Majoriith rising above the river with the male dragons of the Weyr following behind. His face paled as he realized that the large dragon, who had blooded his kills earlier that day, had already sensed what was coming.

The bronze dragon had risen with the other males, and was now making his way after the golden queen, being careful not to fly too fast and hard too early-he knew he would need his strength later on in the flight.

Go and find Rikula, J'lan. And make sure that Galen is with the other children. Majoriith, we would all follow to the ends of Pern if that is what you wished for! The usually calm and collected bronze bugled excitedly as he made his way through the different dragons that had also risen.

There was Guarximuth, who had befriended Jisene, and there was Thormyth, the eager garnet. Granzth was grateful to Guarximuth for his treatment of the girl, but otherwise, the brown was a rival. He bugled again, his challenge ringing out as he followed Majoriith.

Back on the bank, J'lan hissed as the flightlust hit him full force, and he pulled away from Granzth just as Galen tugged on his arm. "Papa? What's going on...?"

"Majoriith flies, Galen. We will have a new clutch of eggs soon. Listen to me now, son. I want you to go back to our weyr and stay there, understand? Leave only to go down to the kitchens for food."

"I will, Papa." Galen knew how serious this was, and responded accordingly, running straight for his and his father's clothes. J'lan still had his trousers on, so he went ahead, running for Rikula's weyr.

[Zi]

To say J'degar had been waiting for this was an understatement. Of course he had timed his return transfer to when it seemed one of the golds would be rising. It was only a shame it was to be the junior, rather than the senior. Well, beggars couldn't be choosers, and either one would work. So it was that J'degar had seen the telltale glow of Majorith, and taken to standing on his ledge, watching her with keen eyes. Beside him, Syphraelth lounged in a much calmer state and J'degar allowed him his rest, wanting the brown to be ready to fly when the time came.

He turned his eyes from where Majorith lay and glanced about his weyr. It felt so empty now; part of him missed the feeling of his weyrmate being there... ex-weyrmate, he reminded himself. No matter! He shook his head, trying to remove the memories of her presence as he returned his attention to the gold. He had no time to think of trivial matters like love and relationships. Those only slowed you down, and he was finished with having his heart broken. There was only his goals for him now. Syphraelth rumbled quietly beside him and lifted his head.

It is time. He spoke quietly, calm where his rider was tense, and allowed J'degar to mount him in silence. They took off towards Rikula's weyr even as the gold dove towards the feeding pens. Syphraelth landed only long enough to let his rider dismount. Win it, Syphraelth. She may only be a stepping stone, but we must succeed.. The brown growled. I chase for you, GarMine, but that doesn't mean I will use her for your selfish gains. Remember that. With a roar, he swooped down and caught a beast of his own to blood before finally launching to give chase.

Allow me to Fly for you, queen Majorith. he announced to her and her alone, beating his wings to join the other chasers in the air. He was determined to do his best and win, to bring some joy back into his rider. Far below, J'degar stepped away from the ledge and turned into Rikula's weyr, first eying the other suitors with disdain before turning his gaze onto the 'prize'.

"Weyrwoman," he said in greeting, emotionless in the few moments before Syphraelth's rising lust would take him over.

[Lark]

Oh, they were following! Yay!

Trilling happily, Majoriith extended her wings and flew upward into the spaces above her and the other dragons. She wasn't quite sure how all of this was supposed to work, but something told her to keep going up. She needed to fly high, and she needed to keep going until her wings couldn't carry her any longer. She wasn't entirely even sure what she needed those males for, or why she didn't like the idea of another female rising with her. All she knew was that she wanted to fly, and she wanted them to chase her. Was it a game of tag? Was that why they were here? Were they playing at something?

Looking over her shoulder she laughed a warbling sound, eyes a myriad of purples and blues. Had she ever felt this happy and free? No, not even when she had found Rikula. Her rider was truly with her now though. She could feel her hands and feet just as her rider could feel Majoriith's wings spreading out to the sides and beating the air beneath her. Nothing else mattered except just flying farther and farther. Keep going. Keep going. Rikula laughed as her dragon did, a smile on her face as she spun around mimicking Majoriith's movements as she spun toward the open sky.

Concentrate love. Check on them, only the best can win you.

Majoriith warbled curiously, turned to look at the browns and bronzes and garnet that had followed her ascent into the air. They were good males, strong males. Why was Hers so adamant about her choosing the perfect one though, were they not all perfect in their own ways? Yes, but listen Maj, you need the best one to father your children. We need the best one to work alongside us. Looking around at the gathered riders, Rikula tilted her head as she stopped her spin and took in each in turn.

Some she could tolerate, others she could not. It was up to Majoriith in the end however. The dragons were generally better than their riders in Rikula's mind. Few dragons were the worse for wear in the pairings. Letting her fingertips brush gently against the desk she had stood up from, the goldrider dipped her head in regard to each of the chasers as they entered, a flash of hide and color telling them who they were bonded to. Not all she was familiar with, but on some level she knew of each. Perhaps not so much with the last to arrive, that brownrider was unfamiliar to her entirely.

Up in the air Majoriith pressed with Rikula's help beyond her insecurity and fear of choosing poorly. Instead she focused on her mothering instincts, and decidedly turned a more interested eye on her chasers. Which would be a good sire, which would give her children the best possible lot in life, which would guard their clutch with her and help to rule beside her under Ehtyriath and Sheogorath? Looking, and still looking the young gold knew she did not yet know who that male would be; so, she did the only thing she could, she kept flying up higher into the sky and let her voice turn to each in turn.

Banemith, you challenge when there is nothing to war against. Do you find this as a game to be played or something to be won?

Stallorth, I do fly and you all do follow...but why? Tell me that, please?

Guarximuth, you say you fly with me as well, and you say you do so on this day. What about every other day? Who do you fly with then?

Hyorinmarth, you speak of honor, but who's honor is it really? I am humbled by so many following me, I do not believe I deserve that honor. Thank you.

Thormyth, play fair my red King. Your mate of old may have enjoyed your blood games, but I do not. If you wish to impress me with skill then perhaps show me your prowess in flight and see if you can take me. Do not harm those that only answer a call they have no power to ignore....this is your only warning Garnet.

Sorvestrymath, it is good to see you flying in the skies with me. Follow now, and do be careful. It seems that some of my chasers are becoming restless.

Granzth, I wish only for the best male to sire my clutch. What do you wish for?

Syphraelth, can I really not allow you to fly? Flying is what we dragons do, if we were not meant to fly we would not have wings. Fly at your will stranger. Enjoy the skies that my Weyr holds.

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In the weyr there was another person stirring, going out despite the flight that was sending many into rooms to seek safety or comfort. Inali had heard Rudith telling her Stallorth's message. She was shocked by the familiar force of a gold flight, and the green was looking up at the skies curiously. No Rudith. It is not your time yet my love. Grumbling, the green curled in her cave and just ignored the males chasing the young gold outside.

Inali however made her way to T'rian's weyr, her breath catching as she finally neared the door. What was she doing? Could she really claim the bronzerider for her own? Wasn't he already hers though? It certainly brought back memories of another gold flight. That one had been turns ago though, one before Loraketh had risen for the first time. She had gone to him too then, and that had been when the young pair had first declared their love.

A small smile curved on Inali's lips as she remembered the memory fondly. "Tor...T'rian? Are you in there still? Her voice was hesitant as she knocked on the door, gulping against the knot that seemed to be stuck in her throat and the bile that rose in her stomach. Where was this fear coming from? She had no reason to feel it.

[Seven]

She is rising. Finally. The queen's words were unnecessary. Noraali already new. She could feel it. Even for an older queenrider... it was still a powerful thing. She turned over on her side. It is her night. Let her revel in it. She would stay here.... alone. Or that was what she thought at the very least.

Amiith looked up. He was only now returning. He had only just returned from a long flight -a mission that his rider had chosen to embark on earlier that day when really she should have remained in her Weyrmate's arms. It had been a failure anyways. They did not return with the eggs she had hoped to for the candidates. It was important to her that each had a firelizard for training and it was often cheaper and more reliable to find them ones self than it was to buy them. Or so she thought. It at least didn't cost as much...

Mine. I must leave you with your mate. She flies. He hissed even as he landed, letting Samara slide down. He still wore his harness as he turned and took to the air after them - the golden beauty and her chasers.

Forgive me my lateness my beautiful queen! He called ot her by way of announcing his presence, though he was back and having ot strain to catch He growled his defiance at his own tardiness. He would catch up. He would win. He was below them. He needed to gain altitude. So he angled upwards after them. Permit me, beauty, to chase you. He said formally, ignoring the others around him.

Samara immediately looked around her Weyr for that flash of Crimson that would be Gl'wein. Their dragons might fly against each other, but she had enough presence of mind and experience to recognize her mate even now... . though ti was far from easy.


((Thormyth is permitted to kill Amiith))

[phantomofthewolves]

Banemith glided along, following the golden queen. He rose when she rose, spiraled when she spiraled and warbled when she warbled. Oh, how he felt alive! He would enjoy this flight to the end. He was now barely in reach of her tail, thanks to his devotion to following her, when he heard her voice. Banemith, you challenge when there is nothing to war against. Do you find this as a game to be played or something to be won? He was never asked a question before, only complimented, challenged and forgiven. He pondered for a moment then came up with his response. I do not think of this as a game, or something to be won. I believe that winning your heart and siring your clutch is a goal, a "bucket list" of some sort. I have sired a clutch before, but that was with a amethyst. You, on the other hand, are the most beautiful gold I have ever seen. The Red Star quivers in fear of you! Then he began to sing. He had never sung before, he only hummed. The words that came from him were something only a Harper could dream of writing. G'daro heard it too and he began to sing it aloud too. The words went a little something like this:

Our Queen, our Queen, claims a warrior's heart
I tell you, I tell you, the Golden Queen comes
With a Voice wielding power of the ancient dragon art
Believe, believe, the Golden Queen comes

They sang those four verses over and over again, with Banemith's voice syncing with his actions. Loop-de-loops, spirals up and down, twists and turns all combined with the music made the experience even better. Why didn't Banemith think of this before?

[Zero]

Hyorinmarth growled as Thormyth slammed into him and would have snapped at the garnets tail as he darted away, had Majoriith not spoke to him at that very moment. For a moment he glided on confused. Was she questioning his honor and the honor of those who have gathered? He snorted, of course the garnet wouldn‘t know the meaning of the word, but for him to be lumped into the same pile as that vile creature was simply an outrage! The honor is ours to fly with you this day, my Queen. To share these skies with you! With a powerful fell of his wings he shot upwards, twisting through the ranks of her challengers as he surged onward. Determined to fall back in place behind her, where he was before Thormyth rammed him. To the ends of Pern, to the moons and back, I will fly for you if you'll allow me. Till my wings give out and I am forced to walk. The bronze hummed to her.

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If dragons were capable of rolling their eyes that’s exactly what Thormyth would be doing after hearing the gold speak to him. His lips peeled back in a silent snarl and he glared at her fleeting form. How dare she speak to him in such a way! Did she not know? Nobody held any power over him! Not even that pathetic shell of his once great Rider could possibly control him anymore. He growled. She was weak, that was it, plain and simple. Leaders didn’t rule with soft spoken words and talks of friendship! A leader needed to be strong, powerful, and able to crush any who stood in their way! All the traits she clearly lacked.

By now the garnet was almost completely disinterested in the flight. However he couldn’t just drop out of the running, not while he still had so much energy and anger fueling him. It was only instinct that kept him flying after her. But he was about to punish the young gold for daring to throw orders at him. It was simply unlucky that Amiith would be the one to catch his eye. The bulky brown was hanging so far in the back of the pack and still wearing his harness. He was making this too easy. Doing a backflip, twisting up and above the rest of the group, Thormyth tucked his wings against his sides and shot like a bullet after the unlucky brown. With claws outstretched and jaws parted, he released a savage roar before he slammed into the brown with the full weight of his body, claws raking and tearing through flesh and leather alike.

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[Zi]

Syphraelth rumbled in amusement at Majorith's words. he could sense, through the small portion of J'degar's mind that was still in control, that they had known Majoriith when they were new to the Weyr, back before he and J'degar had left for their 'vacation'. It felt so long ago though, and Syphraelth didn't think it would be wise to correct the gold in matters of memory. No doubt her rider was already lost to the lust enough to not remember a simple brown.

You could stop me, if you so desired, my Lady. He answered simply. Syphraelth had never been one for chasing with words and flair. He had always been the type to put all of his efforts into the pure act of chasing itself. Which was what he did now, with one more rumbled of acknowledgement, spreading his wings wide and using powerful strokes to keep up with the other chasers, watching for his chance to swoop in and make the catch. So focused he was, that Syphraelth didn't notice what was going on with some of the other chasers until Thormyth was already diving.

Amiith!

[Thorn]

Granzth was taken aback by the queen's question, but his strokes didn't falter. As he flew, he pondered over his answer, and only when he was happy did he reply.

My wish is for happiness. Not just for you and I, but for your children, their children, and the children of our riders. Happiness for all is what I wish, Majoriith. For now, however, that happiness is found in flight with you! He bugled triumphantly, satisfied that he had answered the question to the best of his abilities-just as he saw Thormyth attack Amiith.

Shock filled him, overtaking the flightlust for a brief moment, but it was truly brief. The tragedy of what was happening weighed on his mind, but his instincts drew him after Majoriith, higher and higher into the sky in pursuit of her.

[jilli]

(so this is gonna be crappy, I missed the first Round and as Sheogorath is already the weyrking he's going to spend this flight tucked away with his own queen I'm supposing if Bella wants, there will be a thread or two outside the flight, but this is because of Samara and Amiith's tragedy. For all intents and purposes, Sheogorath is with his own mate and not participating in this flight.)

G'lwein chuckled at the news from Sheogorath that Majoriith was rising. About time too. Maybe once that little chit of a rider of hers had been properly bedded she'd take the stick out of her riding leathers about the activities of others. Rolling his eyes he reminded his dragon to stay with his own mate and leave chasing the young gold to the others. Once she was caught they would have their second and that would put an end to the women's nagging.

Tossing his shirt onto one of the pegs by their door he sat at a table in the corner of their room waiting for his weyrmate to return. He was quite happy with Samara. After much practice he was able to keep control of himself during most of sheigorath's flight lust and since becoming weyrmates the two of them had somehow managed to not end up post flight in another's arms. He had no doubt his mate would come to him again and so he simply waited for her arrival. She and her brown Amiith did not disappoint.

Samara slid from Amiith's back and he launched himself from the ledge. G'lwein smiled and stood up. It had been a while since they'd been together in a flight.

"About time my love. I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to collect you from Rikula's chambers myself"

[Akira]

Stallorth growled quietly to himself as he kept an eye on the garnet’s who decided to join this flight. He turned his attention back to the object of all of these male’s passions, to the gold queen Majoriith. Her voice was light inside of the bronze’s mind, and his response was almost immediate. I cannot speak for any of the others, but only myself sweet Majoriith, for I know not why they fly. As for myself, I fly to prove myself to you, and to myself, that just because I am among some of the oldest dragons here, does not mean I am incapable of flying with such a magnificent female such as yourself. He crooned softly as he spoke to the golden queen.

T’rian was practically growling by the time he reached the door. He jumped back a couple steps when he heard knock and a voice coming from the other side of the door. He grabbed the handle to the door, threw it open and felt a ginormous weight lift from his shoulders. Oh thank Faranth you’re here Inali! The man practically fell to his knees in front of the woman as he spoke. He grabbed Inali, attempted to drag her into the room, before practically slamming the door behind them. He was grinning from ear to ear as he stared in disbelief at the woman now standing in front of him.
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Guarximuth growled at the violence that was being displayed by the other males. If it hadn’t been for the fact that his attention was more focused on the golden dragoness that they were all flying after. He crooned at Majoriith’s words, and quickly maneuvered himself so that he was slightly beside, behind, and below the glowing queen. I fly with whomever so needs me, I fly with those that need my help or my protection mine Queen. And so I will do until either the end of mine days or until I am no longer needed to help or protect this Weyr and those living within it. His gruff voice full of determination and pride in his words and his duty as a protector.

Pandora watched, half herself, half Guarximuth, as the other’s filed in and took their places. This was not going to be an easy flight, nor had she thought it would be. A proud smile appeared on her face as she stood tall at hearing her dragon’s words. She knew with all of her being, that she too, would abide by what her brown dragon had told Majoriith. After all, that’s what he had impressed and trained her for. He knew that she would be the best one out of all those people there that night to help him in his quest to protect those that were unable to protect themselves, and give aid wherever they were needed.