A Little Treat [Flit Flight/Open]

[Kira]

Who: L'cin/Brilila, and whoever's chasing! ...Or watching L'cin spazz in amusement.
What: Brillia's first Flight!
When: Early evening.
Where: Weyrling common room/air around the Weyr.
Warnings: ...None...yet...



Sea-colored eyes narrowed as L’cin focused harder on the page in front of him. His lower lip was caught harshly between his teeth again, and he was bent almost double over the sketch. Straightening again, he held long fingers up to the light in an attempt to envision his work. It would slope this way- No! No, that was wrong. Twist there instead. The fingers moved to trace the image in his mind into the air. Yes, that was it. At once, he bent to the page again and added that detail to the preliminary sketch in his lap.

He might not be much of an artist with a pencil, but he was with glass. Usually he let his fancy lead him when he sculpted his more artistic works, but this was going to be a Turnover present. He didn’t think he and Queth would be ready to deliver it to his parents by Turnover - it was still too far of a flight or betweening - but if he finished it soon he might be able to send it by post in time. It would likely take all of his free time for the next sevenday or two, but that was alright. He was feeling all sorts of restless lately and glass-smithing was the most soothing thing he knew. Flying was a close second, now that he and Queth could do so, but it didn’t require quite the same amount of all-encompassing focus on his part.

The strange anxiety he’d been feeling had put him on edge the past few days. It was confusing Queth, who was upset because he couldn’t seem to help make it better. The brown was sleeping in their weyr right now so that L’cin could be alone with his thoughts, where usually he loved ‘watching’ the thought process when His created something. He’d almost snapped at S’ren that morning when she’d playfully nicked a piece of toast from his plate. He’d stopped himself, but she’d still noticed and given him an odd, scrutinizing look and had been eying him warily since. Feynth had had a speculative ‘tone’ to his mindvoice for the past several days, too. Even poor little Brillia was affected. She must have been more sensitive, being so small, since she seemed just as agitated as he was - if not more. She was keeping away from other humans more than usual, and snapping at some of the other fire-lizards. She couldn’t seem to sit still, and L’cin had felt her flying along the coasts and the upper ledges with an odd fervor - much akin to the feeling he kept getting of needing to be outdoors.

Sighing and pushing his thoughts back to the work at hand, he added another detail to the sketch. It never quite looked right when he put it on paper, though. Long, elegant fingers traced the neat curlicues of his script across the page, noting down what that particular darkening of the smudges was meant to be. He was getting distracted again, and it was just frustrating him more. With a soft growl, he finally gave up and looked around the common area. He tried to work or read in there more often, taking to heart S’ren and Queth’s prodding that he should be more sociable. It honestly was nice to be around his fellow weyrlings...usually.

There were several people spaced out about the large room engaged in their own pursuits, but he just couldn’t bring himself to go and inflict his odd mood on them. Plus, he was feeling...edgy...again. He’d sat on one of the cushioned, backless stools because he couldn’t stand being closed in in the comfy chairs. Soon he’d have to get up and go pace around the Weyr to relieve some of the tension. But for now, he’d just stretch - and promptly fall backward off his stool in surprise when he felt the oddest sensation.

.o0O0o.

She’d found it. She’d finally found just the right spot that she would use. It was hers, and no one else would touch it. The twolegs might try, but she wouldn’t let them. She looked around warily, just to see if any of them were about, as she pushed the last little branch into the sand and sculpted it just so with her wing. There, and now it was done...for now.

It was done, and she could prepare to use it. She had felt the oddness start a while ago, but wasn’t quite sure what it was. Hers felt it too. Making the sand-perch had helped soothe it, but now... Now.

Now, it was jetting to the forefront of her mind and it was time to indulge it.

She didn’t know where to go, but to Hers was the safest option. Quickly, she betweened to their sleep-place and...he wasn’t there! NO, no, where was Hers?! He had to be near, right? She felt it, more and more, and now she needed out. Out! Into the air, yes, and let them just try to catch her! Out of the weyr and into the downdraft in front of the Weyr, and then she would rise. Rise and make the sky hers.

And so she flew, calling her challenge to all who would take it. She would take the sky, and none would be able to catch her, no! The males would try, she knew, but she could outfly them any day!

All of her frantic flapping about had woken Queth, who merely blinked his sleepy eyelids in confusion. When she took off, he could do little except watch her go.

.o0O0o.

Meanwhile, L’cin was too busy reeling from the odd onslaught. What was happening? What was this odd...feeling? He wanted to laugh and snarl and shout. To run to the heart of the Weyr, but also to flee from them all. He was giddy, but also prickly.

Mine...Brillia is acting funny. ...And she’s all glowy, the worried voice of his mindmate informed him.

And then it clicked into place. Brillia was glowing. He had been so wrapped up in being proddy himself that he hadn’t noticed. And...and it wasn’t him affecting her, it was the other way around! That was why Queth hadn’t felt it... And she was just old enough for her first Flight.

Flight.

Shards.

Shards!

Springing up from his position of awkwardly sprawled on the floor, he looked around himself frantically. His weyr was on the other side of the common room. Several dragonlengths away. And there were more than a handful of people between it and him. If he didn’t get to it...didn’t shut himself away... Oh no.

And there was that feeling again. The need to escape. Not go to his weyr and lock himself away, no - but run out there and challenge them all to catch him.

A small part of him was beginning to realize that, clearly, there were downsides to being empathically sensitive.

[Thorney]

On the beach, a lone girl sat on a small blanket spread over the sand, her eyes trained on the gently swaying waters before her as she played a flute. The chords rose and fell with the waves, her melody low and lovely. Her green eyes never left the ocean as it danced to her song, and she found herself caught up in the moment. Everything was so peaceful and lovely, Raelwyn almost wished it would never end. Of course, that would mean she would never see L’mar, her best friend again, and that just wouldn’t do at all. Her lips quirking slightly as she thought of the weyrling, the harper felt that same little tingle run through her as it always did when his face came to mind. She loved him so much.

Suddenly, her bronze stirred to life beside her, jumbled and confused emotions flowing along their mental bond in a clutter of pulsing sensations and darting colors. Pausing, the girl lowered her flute, her brow quirking as she regarded Tydus with a mixture of confusion and concern. “What is it, love?” Raelwyn asked softly, and for the first time ever, the flit ignored her completely, instead jolting to his feet and looking about in a frenzy. Blinking, both shocked and now rather worried, the candidate sat her instrument down on her blanket and reached for him, running her hand down the bronze’s back in a soothing manner. She wished she could figure out what was distressing him so, but with his mind in such a jumbled state, the harper couldn’t make out a single coherent thought.

Feeling His girl’s touch, Tydus stilled, raising his head and meeting her worried gaze with rapidly-whirling eyes. Eyes that swirled with…purple. Jerking back as if burned, Raelwyn suddenly realized why her little bronze was in such a state. He was finally old enough to list to the call of Rising females, and now of all times, one was taking to the skies nearby. But who? Staring at her flit intently, the harper finally caught a flash of gold in his mind, and she shook her head, sitting back on her blanket and resigning herself to the inevitable. Her darling firelizard was no longer her little baby, and there was nothing that could keep a bronze from Chasing a queen.

Giving a wild cry, the flitter leapt into the air, circling His girl several times before finally winking between and away from her. The candidate sighed, pressing her hand against her belly as her bronze’s rather risqué thoughts flooded through her, his emotions quite potent. For a firelizard, he certainly had a strong bond with His girl, and his color definitely didn’t help any. Closing her eyes, Raelwyn picked up her flute once more, concentrating on the crashing of the waves and the lullaby of the ocean. The sun was warm on her face, almost too warm. Her body heated up at an alarming pace, and she knew why. If these rocking emotions only came from a firelizard, the harper could hardly imagine what true dragonlust felt like. The waters still danced, and so the girl began to play again to keep her mind off the tugging sensations she felt in her blood.

Tydus burst from the dark-cold-nothing and gave a brassy call, his whirling eyes finding the female who had enticed him so. Calling to her again, the flit let his lovely queen know he was here for her, to follow these burning instincts and give Chase when she Flew. He was here, here for her! Only her, now, and no one else. Ok...what was she doing? Didn't she realize that she was flying away from him, Tydus, who was, without a doubt, the most clever, handsome, and all around better-than-you flit in Cerulean? That gold was confused. Very well! If she would not realize his superiority on her own, then he would merely have to prove it to her! This magnificent lady could run, but oh, he would follow, and she could not escape him! How her lovely hide gleamed in the sun, how the rays danced about her body and created a halo of glorious gold about her! The bronze called to her again, sweetly, to let her know his desire.

[Mango]

C'ko had the perfect vantage point to spring on one of the drudge's felines that had scratched him just a sevenday ago. He would have his revenge! Suddenly, he felt a lightneing on his shoulder and a small bugle in his ear. Oh! The lovely gold Brillia was rising! Ew. C'ko wasn't a fan of rising females. Polo always wanted to chase after them but it just gave the weyrling a funny feeling inside. It was weird.

But it was too late. The call of the gold was simply too much. C'ko would have to put off his revenge plot til another day."Shards" he yelled, just loud enough to get a short yowl from the fat feline. With that, he was off, following after the lusty brown. Polo had put off Chasing long enough. He bugled a cry that fell on ears that had no way of hearing him and called out to the shining gold. Why didn't she respond? He crooned to her again. He wanted her to choose him so badly.

But, it was obvious that he was just an imaginary creature to all but his imaginer. And C'ko stood by with an odd look on his face. He looked almost uncomfortable as his flitter's lust filled him. He was just about 13 after all. Lust was something he hadn't really felt. That was the problem with getting a firelizard so young.

---

Toto perked his head up at the mating call. The pretty gold one was flying. He considered chasing her for a short moment. She was pretty. But greens were sooo much prettier. He trilled a little and took to the air, but did not chase after the gold. Instead, he landed on M'ma's shoulder, trilling happily. He was content. A green lizard would rise soon for sure. He would chase then. Yes indeed he would.

M'ma stroked the lizard affectionately, gathering from him that Brillia had risen. L'cin surely was nervous. The boy had even come to M'ma for advice. Perhaps we should go, Toto. For moral support. Maybe L'cin would feel better knowing that old M'ma was there for him. He would be ok. Queth was old enough to handle the flight for sure. No doubt a few of the younger ones with flitts would chase too though. That was fine, but he wanted to be there to see the outcome. Both parties might need some help if it went too far. The old man ambled out to the flight grounds, looking up as the brilliant gold took to the skies. Lovely.

Toto whistled to her and the competitors, wishing them all luck. Yes, the goldone was beautiful, but greens were just so much better! He wished to chase after all of them. Especially the big greenone of His.

[Kristin]

This was nice, K‘vin decided while scratching Toll‘s eye ridges. He really had been neglecting his loyal friend for the past four months. But now Asileth was sleeping and K‘vin had free time. He had taken Toll and gone over to the common area in the Weyrling Barracks. There he had taken his time oiling the brown firelizard carefully and since he finished he had been stroking and scratching Toll, just content in spending time with him.

--//--

It felt so nice when his human scratched his eye ridges like that. Toll couldn‘t me more content than he was now. He had taken a bath while His was away earlier and played with a couple of greens. And then he had been reunited with His twolegs and His greenbigwing. The greenbigwing hadn‘t been much fun, she had gone to sleep even though Toll wanted to talk to her, but it was ok because His had taken him and oiled him nicely and now he was scratching a particularly itchy spot. Toll had nearly fallen asleep when suddenly he flew up in excitement before settling on His‘ shoulder and chirping excitedly in His‘ ear. The beautiful Queen was rising! Toll so wanted to go and catch her because she belonged to him, and no one else was allowed to have her!

--//--

K’vin panicked at Toll’s sudden movements for moment before gulping nervously when he understood from Toll‘s chaotic thoughts that he wanted to chase Brillia, L‘cin‘s gold. Toll had never chased before. There weren‘t as many firelizards in the Healer Hall as there were in the Weyr, but there had been opportunities for Toll. But K‘vin had always begged his brown not to chase and Toll had always grudgingly obeyed in both in green and gold flights, although K‘vin had had to really concentrate on getting Toll to stay during goldflights. Toll had understood that it would hurt His if he chased and therefore never went against K’vin’s will because K’vin’s wellbeing mattered most.

But since K‘vin had impressed Asileth a lot of things had changed. K‘vin had come to terms with it that Asileth would eventually rise and he fully expected it to be a terrifying experience. Which was why an idea had formed in his head a while ago to practice with Toll. Firelizard flights didn‘t affect one as much as dragonflights did and given Toll‘s inexperience he would most likely not win the flight. So K‘vin would get a small dose of the feelings he would get when Asileth would rise and no harm would be done.

--//--

Sensing that he would get no objection from His, Toll wasted no time disappearing between to follow his beautiful queen. Finally he would be able to chase – and catch – one of the female beauties. But this gold wasn‘t to be confused with the small greens and the duller golds! Oh no, Brillia outshone them all in brilliance and beauty!

And there she was, flying so majestically, gliding so beautifully. He had to have her! He alone deserved her. Toll was angered when he saw that already a bronze was chasing Brillia. No, he could absolutely not have her. He called to her to let her know how beautiful he thought she was and couldn‘t she see, that even though the bronze‘s hide could shine and Toll‘s couldn‘t, Toll was so much better than him?

--//--

Oh. This was affecting him. Uncomfortably so. K‘vin suddenly stood up and started wandering about. He had to do something to distract himself from these feelings. While looking frantically around him for something to do he realized for the first time that L‘cin was also there. He stared for a while, resisting the strange urge to go and throw himself at the brown weyrling before he turned away from him to go to the nearest wall where he promptly began to bang his head against the wall in the hopes that hurting himself would make him forget other things. He could feel that Asileth was waking up, confused about her rider‘s feelings and quickly decided to flee to her. As soon as he was done banging his head up.

[Mango]

M'ma watched as the potential mates fly up to meet the gold. A brown soon joined the mix. He looked over their Bondeds to see how they were all fairing. Some of them might be new to the whole flight thing. The bronze, he mused, must belong to the Candidate girl who got attacked by the green. Raelwyn, he believed, was her name. She didn't seem to have joined them. He wasn't sure if this was a first time for her. Maybe she knew what she was doing and was able to keep control of her emotions. That was good. She seemed like she might be level-headed. Perhaps the next Hatching would give her a dragon.

C'ko was standing among the chasers. M'ma looked oddly at him. Why was he there? With such a strange look on his face? It was weird. The boy wasn't really smiling. M'ma had only seen that once. At the clutching where the boy had fallen back in fear. But that passed quick enough. Wait...didn't the boy supposedly carry around an imaginary brown? He shook his old head. The imaginary firelizard was chasing after the Queen. What in Faranth's name was Pern coming to? At least an imaginary firelizard had no chance to catch the gold. M'ma would not have to worry about C'ko and Peth. And, honestly, the blue might not have been able to handle the flight lust quite yet.

The real brown, M'ma could see, belonged to K'vin. One of the new Weyrlings. That might be a problem. He sent a quick note to Heneth to try and see if Asileth was alright. A brown of that age was going to fly if he had enough will. M'ma knew K'vin couldn't really stop him if he was determined. And by the looks of K'vin, the boy did not want this to happen. Quite obviously a first flight.

M'ma to the rescue! He grinned at the thought and hurried over to the boy banging his head against the wall. He gently slid a hand in front of K'vin's forehead and gently held on, shaking his head with a smile. "Now, now," he said gently, hoping the boy's flight lust wasn't too strong, "That won't due for anyone. Asileth will be even more worried if you get all banged up. If this is your first flight, the advice I'll give you is to go with the flow. Now that your brown is in the skies, you can't pull him back. He will fly until he wins or loses. Your brain damage won't aid in anything." He gave the boy a wink, hoping his little speech was enough to stop another head barrage. It was a good thing he had decided to come watch and look out for L'cin.

[Rouxy]

It was a little too early for good little whers and their handlers to be awake, but nevertheless, Rozen felt an indistinct something probe her into wakefulness. Rozsk wasn't awake yet either, still curled around her precious clutch. She still hadn't allowed anyone other than her bonded and her chosen male close to her eggs, but soon enough the handful of candidates would be able to touch their potential mindmates.

Even though the gold wasn't awake, someone was. A long brown form sat up in rapt attention to something else entirely, something outside of the small sleeping chamber adjacent to the hatching caverns that had become the pair's temporary quarters until the hatching. Zeek's wingtips fluttered as his tail flicked back and forth in clear agitation. Or anticipation. He was perched at the foot of Hispet's bed, eyes whirling even in the faint evening light.

Rozen snorted lightly, quite familiar with the brown's love of the chase. A flash of gold through her mind confirmed that it was a queen. Zeek practically vibrated with his need to be where -she- was. The woman reached out with her toes to nudge the brown, who squawked in total surprise and nearly fell of the bed. Rozen laughed. "You better go, she'll be caught by the time you get there if you take too long." The brown hadn't been waiting specifically for approval, but the urging was all he needed to rise from the bed and disappear between like a flash. Rozen snickered a bit, and resettled into her bed. Compared to Rozsk's runs, the brown's influence on the seasoned handler was hardly worth staying awake for, and she was determined to get at least another hour of rest before quitting the bed for the night.

Zeek came out from the coldplace with a warbling bugle, his snout pointed towards the beautiful gold figure even then rising into the sky. He answered her challenge with a croon of affection. Oh, she was so lovely, and fast! He could keep up, he could! The brown twirled in the air, a short display of agility before the race really began that might gain her attention, even if for only a moment. He was fresh from the day's rest, where as all those others would be tired. Oh yes, he would win, he would show the queen what he could do, that he deserved to win the sweetest prize of all.

[Kira]

Jaser was enjoying being curled around His's neck, lightly dozing as she burbled happily to the baby she held. His liked spending time with the hatchling-twolegs and the small-twolegs, and he generally did too. Even if they sometimes pulled his wings. And tail. And headknobs. He still liked them!

He lifted his head to yawn, and then issued his own little burble of sound at the giggling infant. Tess giggled and the little one made a high-pitched noise of happiness while waving his chubby little fists. Jaser could probably be content to while away the even just like thi-

Oh.

Oh well then.

Abruptly squirming until he half-perched on his bonded's head with eyes whirling, he ignored Tess's squawk in favor of that sweet, sweet sound. Oh, his darling little queen was rising! It was finally her time, and she was calling - calling to HIM! He was, of course, wonderful and she would often deign to sun with him, so of course he would be her chosen!

With a small trumpet, he launched himself off of Tess's head (earning an 'ack!' as he thoroughly mussed her hair and took a few strands with him in the process). Winking between and then back again, he launched himself into the air above the Weyr where his queen waited.

Crooning his adoration, he noted that several males had already begun trying to catch what was HIS. HAH! Like they stood a chance with his lovely one...even if the were a bronze and browns. And ohhhhh, that pesky Zeekbrown! Well, he would just prove he was better this time, and put it all to rest. Zipping after his lady-love (or, rather...one of them), he called his challenge to his competitors.


.o0O0o.


Brillia trilled happily as her males began to appear after her. The dashing bronze, that sweet brown, the silly brown - all of whom she'd spied around the Weyr, and now even her darling blue friend! Several other fire-lizards both familiar and not, tame and wild rose after them, but they were slow. Many of her males were young, yes, but so was she - and why would that ever stop them? Only the fastest and the cleverest and the most agile would catch her in this Chase, and oh would she make them prove it!

Trumpeting her challenge again in response to the lovely calls being directed her way, she abruptly brought her wings in to fall from the sky, only to twist impossibly and snap them open again halfway down. Had they followed? Would they keep up? She spared a glance at her suitors and chirped teasingly to them.

They were hers to tease, after all, for she was a queen! And though only one would she mate, for now they all were at her whim. Twirling again in the air, she knew she was a sight. Her normally buttery-gold hide was shining like Rukbat, making her burnished freckles seem like dark spots along her until the light hit them. And then oh, did they spark and shine! Flicking her tail with purpose, she launched into a series of twirls and rolls, darting through the air with a purpose and direction known only to her. Every now and then, she'd purposefully zip past one of her males and flick him lightly with her tail, just to see what he'd do.


.o0O0o.


L'cin was, in short, panicking. M'ma had told him what to do and what to expect and he knew he could just shut himself up in his weyr and...take care of himself...and it would all be okay but oh Faranth his weyr was so far away and he had the urge to run but there were others in the way and then there was the brown's bonded...K'vin...there too and he was...banging his head?

The sight was enough to shock L'cin enough to dull the rising emotions in his head momentarily. He still felt them, surely, but his concern for his fellow Weyrling was something he could tamp them down for.

"H-hey..." he began weakly, wanting to reach out and stop the other boy but...not really sure that physical contact was the best idea right now. Thankfully M'ma chose that moment to step in and stop it, glorious man that he was, and L'cin opened his mouth to apologize for upsetting the other boy-

But then a particularly strong rush of the feelings coursed through him, and he could almost feel the rush of the dive. His eyes someone glazed and pupils dilated, a sly little smirk played across his features. "Now...how are you going to chase if you knock yourself unconscious?" he queried with a very foreign teasing lilt to his voice. The statement made a weird form of sense in his head as the line between flit and bonded got a little blurred, and he reached out to run a finger up the back of K'vin's neck in a mimic of the flick Brillia had just issued to Toll.

And then he half-regained his senses and snatched the hand back with a squeak, face burning. Not only had he just DONE that, but...there was apparently an audience, as well.

Oh, how he'd like a nice rock to hide under right now. Or forever.

[Kristin]

What? That brown and blue thought they had any chance of catching the majestic queen? They, and that bronze and all other firelizards except Toll, were not worthy of such a beauty as this gold was. Toll would show them, oh yes he would. The brown wasn‘t in the least bit worried about the fact that he was the smallest of those chasing, even smaller than that blue, it just meant that he was faster and more agile than the others. Even with his inexperience with flights, Toll realized that if he were to win this flight he would have to do it fast.

When his gold dived, Toll followed her smoothly, full of glee. That big clumsy bronze and the other ones, they wouldn‘t be able to follow the queen so masterfully as Toll could. And then she started darting around and Toll tried to the best of his ability to follow her every move, but to his frustration, he couldn‘t quite keep up with the energetic gold who flicked him with her tail but still managed to fly easily away from Toll. This wouldn‘t do, he‘d have to show her somehow why Toll was the best of her suitors. He started twirling around too, making tricky moves in the hope that his show would please the queen. Unfortunately though, his antics made him slow down and he instantly started focusing on flying as fast as he could. He had to catch her soon!

--//--

When Asileth started waking up she wasn‘t particularly worried. Sure she was a bit confused about what was happening to her rider but through their bond she could feel that Hers wasn‘t feeling that bad. But then he started hurting himself and Asileth immediately knew that something was terribly wrong. She was so scared for Hers and wanted him to come to her now so she could protect him. MINE! Mine, stop hurting yourself! [/i]

It had worked, K‘vin observed dizzily. Sure he was about to kneel over and had a terrible headache but all in all K‘vin was rather pleased with himself. He stopped for a moment at Asileth‘s distressed call, his green was clearly worried about him and now that he had the situation under control K‘vin had every intention of going to her and show her that nothing was wrong. Except... he didn‘t feel dizzy anymore. And his headache was disappearing. He sent a quick thought to Asileth to tell her not to worry before smacking his head back against the wall. He was going to repeat the motion when his head thumped against something soft instead.

K‘vin opened his eyes in confusion to identify the person that had dared go between him and his wall. M‘ma. All thoughts about a wall disappeared because, M‘ma was there. And M‘ma was just so much better than a wall. K‘vin sighed in relief, he felt much better already with the comforting presence of the Weyrling Master. He was always so kind and good and his speech was doing wonders already and what was that?

A finger, L‘cin‘s finger, had just stroked the back of K‘vin‘s neck. K‘vin found himself actually closing his eyes and shivered pleasantly at the touch. For a moment he was Toll, chasing the beautiful gold Brilla urgently and found himself wishing that Toll would actually win the flight. And then he was back in the Weyrling Barracks with M‘ma and a red-faced L‘cin.

K‘vin turned around quickly and stared open-mouthed at L‘cin, who was so different now. And the way that L‘cin teased him, that was nothing like the shy weyrling he‘d met during kitchen duty. A large part of K‘vin wanted to do something to reciprocate, but common sense won over. L’cin obviously regretted the gesture and well, M’ma was there. He turned around to stare at M’ma instead of L’cin since he didn’t think that was safe anymore. “M’ma? Why am I feeling like this? It’s only a firelizard flight. Schorch it, it’s only a firelizard flight! They’re supposed to be safe, especially since Toll probably doesn’t have any chance of actually winning the sharding flight, but still I feel like this and I want…” K’vin looked away, his face burning because of what he had been going to say. He had been on the verge of admitting to M’ma, and L’cin too, that he actually wanted Toll to win Brillia so K’vin could win… No. He wasn’t going to go further with this thought because, just no.

No. No. No. This was just a practice flight and Toll was not supposed to catch anybody. It was a small comfort though, that Toll was a brown, and a small one at that and inexperienced, and was unlikely to catch a gold firelizard so K’vin would most likely not have to face the consequences of Toll winning a flight. That was a good thing. But why was he so disappointed at the thought?

[Thorney]

Barely glancing at each newcomer as they appeared around the gold, Tydus hardly noted their colors before promptly ignoring them all completely. After all, what threat could they possibly be to him? He was Tydus, after all, and in his mind, there was no firelizard in all of Cerulean, in this whole island, or even in all of Pern that rivaled him. Well, except the golds. The golds did. But! There was no male flit that could ever hope to be as handsome, clever, and wonderful as he was, and so what did he care that others appeared to Chase this lovelygold? They were utterly unworthy, and the bronze was quite certain Brillia would see that. Only he could ever hope to become nearly her equal, and only he could carry her properly when this was all said and done. As if they posed any threat. Hmph! Not likely!

Trilling in pleasure as the lovelygold trumpeted to her males, Tydus squawked in surprise as she suddenly dived, rather not expecting such a move. Of course, he was a young bronze, just now over a turn old, and completely inexperienced when it came to Flights. That, however, was a small matter when compared to the fact that he was, you see, Tydus, and something so insignificant would not hinder him from winning! Bringing his wings in much like the beautiful queen, the flit dropped quickly, his eyes never leaving the lovelygold. Oh, how striking she was, how stunning, how perfect! He wanted her so badly! Bigger than the rest of the Chasers, Tydus did have the advantage when it came to endurance and speed, but in agility and maneuverability…well, he was lacking. Chittering to himself when she twisted and began to fly again, the bronze snorted and did his best to follow, though he lost some ground when she did so. After all, he was a bit too big and inexperienced to follow suit perfectly.

Calling after the lovelygold, his silvery voice laced with appreciation and desire, Tydus quickly gained his ground back, for his large wings gave him a good burst of speed. There she went again! Off on a wild, twisting dance that only she could lead. For a moment, the bronze was at a loss. Women could never just make anything easy, could they? Why did she not realize how much better he was than these other…lesser flits, and just allow him to carry her? Ugh, so be it! Young and completely inexperienced, Tydus was not the most graceful thing when he followed in her wake, and more often than not, he had to count on his size to catch up after she completed a particularly complicated move. But, oh, was she ever worth it! Not even the sky-light could compare to how brightly the lovelygold shone right now, and Tydus had never wanted anything as badly as he wanted her right now! As she flicked him with her tail, the bronze crooned in utter adoration, snapping his wings out to catch the wind and reeling around as quickly as possible to follow her. Oh, the lovelygold had touched him! What a gift he had received!

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Well. This just wasn’t working like she had planned. Raelwyn sat her flute down in disgust, staring at the ocean as her body completely rebelled against her commands. Play, she had said, play your flute and ignore those little fingers of fire that curled through your blood. Play, she had said, and disregard the rising heat that burst through you. Play, she had said, and think only of the music, and nothing else. Yea, that was a wonderful idea, right up to the point where IT DIDN’T WORK AT ALL. Scowling, the harper flopped backwards on her blanket, staring into the sky moodily and inwardly seething. This was only a flit Chase, but her bronze’s naughty little thoughts and emotions flooded through her body in the most uncomfortable way, and the girl felt urges she never had before. Namely, the urge to go find the first able body she spotted and throw them down to do…things. Lots of things. Wicked things that probably would embarrass her greatly when this lust finally settled down. Thankfully, though, Rael was on the beach, alone, instead of back in the candidate barracks where there were other people around. Anyone being in her general proximity would not be a good thing right now, because, to be perfectly honest, the harper had no idea of she could control herself. Muttering darkly to herself about bronzes and their sharding libidos, Raelwyn glared at the sky, just waiting for this to be over.

[Rouxy]

Not that annoying Bluemale again! Zeek trumpeted a challenge to the blue in particular, but to all the males in general, following his ladylove into the sky as she flew. He was so preoccupied trying to outrun the Jaserblue that he nearly missed when the lovelygold turned on a wing and plummeted towards the ground. With an undignified squawk, he quickly focused on the real prize, and began flying in earnest, his mistake making him lose ground in the chasing male line. He worked to make it up, putting his weight to good use in the free fall.

He was far enough back that when she pulled up from her dive that he angled accordingly and ended up right there with her for a brief moment before she pulled ahead again. He had made no move to catch her yet, he was just respectfully showing her how marvelous his flight skills were! No Bluemale or even Bronzemale could compare, and he whistled such!

The brilliant gold figure began to making a weaving, darting pattern through the sky then, rolling and wheeling through them like a wind through reeds. Zeek, though old enough to have gone through more than a few flights, was not a large brown, but neither was he small, and some of the moves he found easy to follow while others quite left him behind. For sure he was having an easier time of it than the bronzemales. The only one he needed to worry over was that.. that bluemale who thought he was good enough to chase the queen!

Following at his best, the brown zoomed after, warbling his affection for the brilliant golden star he followed. Wouldn't she see that he was the one for her?? The only one? Oh such a lovely, lovely gold creature, if only she'd accept him! There! A flash of her tail over his back as she doubled around again and he snapped his wings out in an agonizing way to follow her trail and the abrupt turn. She knew him, he knew her, oh she would be his!

[Kira]

((I had wanted to go another round with the males, but then work ate me and RL ate me and now it's really late. :P So! I'm ending it now~!))


Jaser squeaked when he saw his queen dive, alarmed at first. But then he was quickly following - his mass having a bit of an advantage here. Eek! And now she was climbing again! Flapping hard, the brown-sized blue tried his hardest to catch up to his fair darling. Oh, but would she cease her teasing and just come to his waiting wings? Trilling his adoration, he tried his best to keep pace with the competition. He was larger than his color-brethren, and could go for as long as his lovely was willing to lead him!

A derisive little bark that sounded suspiciously like a snort left the fire-lizard's mouth in response to the peskyZeekbrown. He would see - this loveygold was Jaser's! He would prove it to that brownmale - and all the other males! - right now! ...Or, well, as soon as she'd just stop all that twisting and just let him catch her already. He tried to keep up with it all, but he had been dealt stamina instead of agility and eventually gave up that idea. If he got tangled up in a wing then he couldn't catch his lovelyone! Instead...um...instead he would just outlast all these other males!

It made absolutely perfect sense.


.o0O0o.


Ohhhh, this was bad, this was bad, this was bad. He was getting all warm and it had very little to do with the fact that he was blushing like mad and everything to do with his tiny-mindmate and her Flight. And the other bonded who was there. Who he could have sworn he felt shiver before he'd had the presence of mind to snatch his hand back and now he was gaping at him and what if he got offended and he really hadn't meant to and...oh Faranth, this was BAD!

Except L'cin caught a bit of what K'vin was saying. And while most of it he very much agreed with (except the Toll part...as he had really no idea on that front), he couldn't help wondering how exactly that sentence should have ended. And if it was the way his obviously deluded brain was trying to make it end. Though he was a greenrider so maybe- No. No, of course not. Certainly not.

Shaking his head, he fought to not move back toward K'vin again. Taking a page out of the other Weyrling's book, he focused instead on M'ma. "Wh-what am I supposed to do? It's...stronger than I...thought...would..." And his sentence was dragging now, his pupils dilating as he once again felt the sensation of flying...


.o0O0o.


As fun as it was to twist and twirl about in the air - with her lovely males following after! - Brillia was beginning to tire. Even she could only go on for so long like that, and this was near the end. She was still young, and lacking in the stamina she would gain over more years, but for now she was satisfied that she had flown a good Flight. Her spins and twirls had given her a good view of her males as they pursued her. And now it was time to choose.

Evening out to a gently looping and swerving glide over the Weyr, she weighed her options.

Her bluefriend was fun and he had kept up, but he had just barely done so. His coloring was interesting. But he was flighty, and liked the greens too much. Would he be able to sire a strong clutch? And protect them well? Or fly off when the next female Rose?

There was the sillybrown, who had called his affection wonderfully. He was a dull shade, but nicely proportioned. He'd kept up as well, and twirled and darted - if belatedly - along behind her, simply copying her moves. But she had seen him chase so many others before, just like the bluemale. Would he even remember her and a clutch, should she choose him?

The sweetbrown was there, right behind her to her left, as he had been the whole flight. His hide was lovely, though dark, but dotted with freckles much like her own. He'd adjusted to her dives and darts with ease. He wasn't the most graceful, but he'd tried his best to follow her every move - and even shown a few of his own to please her! He'd fallen behind a little here and there because of it, but his speed had caught him up. But would his size affect a healthy clutch? Would they be strong or fragile?

The handsomebronze was there too, just to her other side on the right. He was large and healthy and the loveliest of shades - next to her own. He had called his affections upon her, and they had been lovely to her ears, even if he seemed to expect her adoration in return. He hadn't kept up the whole time, but had found the speed to regain his stead every time. He wasn't very graceful, though he tried to dance his own series of twirls behind her. He was large, but unwieldy. His get would be strong, but would they be graceful? Did he believe he deserved her regard as much as she - a queen! - deserved his?

Angling up on a warm draft, she thought as hard as a little flitter could possibly think. And then she made her choice.

Swerving just a little right, she cut left and called to her sweetbrown. Carry her, and create with her a clutch to adore.


.o0O0o.


L'cin gasped as he felt Brillia twine her neck to her chosen mate's. Still in the sway of that feeling, he took a stumbling step and raised a hand to cup K'vin's cheek. His, now, just as the brownmale was Brillia's. He leaned forward just a little, before a whistle behind him snapped him out of it again.

Recoiling in embarrassment - what had he been about to do?! - he stumbled back a step and looked around wildly. He was sweating, and his breathing was a bit harsh, and he could focus on anything! "I-I-I a-...apologize...Oh Faranth!" Part of him wanted to rock back forward and into K'vin and the wall that would support them and- With a squeak he cut that thought off and said to no one and everyone, "Where is my weyr?!" He needed to get there. If he got there, it would be okay. He could let the feeling just take over and it would be okay because it would be just him and it would be okay.

One of the other 'spectating' Weyrlings pointed the way, and L'cin made a beeline in that direction. Or, at least, he tried. Focused too much on straight ahead, he hadn't taken into account the furniture and tripped over an ottoman. He was sent sprawling, attempts to catch himself simply rolling him over.

Barely a few feet from K'vin. And very far from his weyr. And he wasn't certain he could move again or do anything other than stare wide-eyed up at the other Weyrling. 'Shards.'



((Aaaaaand, as much as I would have liked to have made a bronze baby, I (and Brillia-muse) liked Toll's posts the most. :3 Feel free to post in the Clutching thread now~!!! ♥))