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With two clutches hardening on the Hatching Sands the big question seemed to be: which will hatch first?

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 I'll Love You in a Different Way, AU:18 {Laanasuth's Flight}
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 Posted: Apr 3 2018, 05:30 PM
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The morning after Zelsk's run had dawned fair, and by midmorning it was as warm as if to almost still be like summer. People were moving to and fro on their daily assigned tasks, although some were still sluggish from a late night and too much wine.

Laanasuth didn't much care. Her attention was fixed elsewhere, reaching to another mind in a soft whisper.

Armon.

I need a favor of you, smith. The copper stood on the ledge of her weyr, looking down into the Bowl. Her hide had a telltale gleam that spoke louder than words to the experienced eye, but she had yet to leap. Jali will need you with her. To keep her, and protect your egg, yours and hers. Her tail lashed. Go now. I must fly.

Inside her weyr, Jali looked up from the stack of reports and letters and who-knew-what that she'd been working on all morning. She'd heard that soft request. She'd been expecting it from the moment she'd woken up that morning and taken a look at her beloved copper.

Blood it, darling.

I know. What was usually a fight, was given up before it began. What was usually the time Laanasuth was most selfish, she yielded in part to her mindmate. Because she knew that now, was the worst time to give her rider stress.

Plunging off the ledge, the copper snatched up a herdbeast, killing it with a blow and drinking its blood. She struck another, repeating the action, and then another. Three seemed to suffice, and she lifted her head to call to the tops of the Weyr walls. Chase me, Dalibor. Follow as you will, but touch my rider at your own peril. The first to endanger her egg with their attentions may not live to regret it.

Bunching all four limbs beneath her, she launched into the sky with heavy beats of her massive wings. This part was hers, no matter what else had changed. Nothing could take it from her. Come, who will answer my call first?


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The black heard the call, it practically reverberated through his chest. A Flight, the chase. He was filled with an unusual excitement. He was giddy like a hatchling, as happy and intent on getting the prize as the day he had taken his Sev'ren as his chosen. His wings spread out and his muscles tensed. He may have seemed thin, but what was such really was only thick muscles. He had not an ounce of fat on him. As lazy as his rider seemed to be, Varith was not. He bunched up and released like shot from a barrel and was into the air. Every wing beat was measured, calculated. He didn't know if he would catch the copper who called so loudly, but he was damned well going to try, The streak of competive nature within him was strong and his wings flapped in a rythmic and quick beat as he took after.

Sev'ren knew that sound, how could he not? His beast had tried to win every flight that occured within the Weyr before, maybe now he would settle some? The urge was strong within in his beast, and this flight was him. He was glad he had only been sunning himself at the time when Varith had taken to flight, otherwise how unpleasant this would be. He began then to become one with his dragon, began to become filled with those same instincts as he began to seek out that which his dragon also did.

Varith called to the Copper ahead, sang a trill of beauty towards her. He was coming after her, and he was going to try his damnedest to catch her. He was not violent by nature, but he would fight for the things he wanted.

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 Posted: Apr 3 2018, 08:37 PM
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Laanasuth rises.

L'aars barely had a moment to register what the iron said before Jaireth was off, launching himself into the sky with rare vigor. For all his love of chasing, Jaireth favored queens the most. All females were beautiful creatures in need of adoration and worship, but smaller colors were unlikely to find suit in him as a mate. And queens...they held promise beyond a the Fall. Instincts clamored to heat his ichor and fuel his flight. To catch and breed and sire the next generation. To dance to the oldest rhythm known to man or beast.

His was content to remain in their weyr as Jaireth climbed higher. He had a mate. A clutching mate. Like Laanasuth's bonded. A hum built low in the iron's throat as he reached the copper. Ready to follow her as long as she desired. Already a black was present. Curious. Though who was he to judge given that he Chased white's and greys? If Varith wished to pursue the gleaming queen he would find no protest from Jaireth. It was not his place to jealously covet her attentions.

Broad wings flared as he prepared for a long, arduous Flight.

Jaireth answers your call. How could I not? You outshine Rukbat this day."



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 Posted: Apr 3 2018, 09:10 PM
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Armon was in the forges, where he frequented as of late. Jali was busy handling all the things a Junior Weyrwoman had to take care of, and he knew she'd been to-and-fro with Crescent as of late as well. It was important that she look after the things she needed to, because he was almost certain that when she hit her later trimesters that given her age and the difficulty that they'd had trying to conceive, the Healers would most likely put her on bedrest.

Which would beset him with the upkeep not only of the weyr they resided in, but taking care of his wife and of the Copper she called Hers. The one part, in particular, he wasn't really looking forward to through all this. Laanasuth, in his opinion, wasn't horribly fond of him. He didn't trust her as much as he probably should, but she also wasn't his bonded, so it was something he was trying to acclimate to.

He'd been spending some time with V'ael and To'rua lately, as well - V'ael had expressed a particularly odd inquiry about coming to see the Master Smith in regards to what the former Holdless would only call 'personal issues'. He hadn't been particularly ready for what he'd walked into, when the younger man had asked him about the propensities of this whole 'love' business, and what entailed having a child. It had struck Armon as particularly odd, but he'd nevertheless set the Blackrider down and answered a fair share of questions the other man had about the subject.

It surprised him, in truth.
So had Laanasuth's glowing hide, which held in and of itself another share of problems.

Particularly, the number of suitors who may potentially be coming to sleep with his wife. HIS wife. No other's. So when the Copper called him - and addressed him by name for what he could remember as the first time, he washed his hands and face, and made his way up from the forges in the Lower Caverns, all the way to the weyr he shared with her.

Fresh linens were picked up on the way, as he was almost certain he'd potentially need them, and he snagged a container of klah and some fresh fruit. Carting it upstairs, it would have been a few fractions of a candlemark had Beavaeth not intercepted the smithcrafter and offered him a lift up. He was only too grateful to accept, and within a few minutes of Laanasuth's departure, he was carefully deposited on his ledge. The Cyan was given a gentle scratch on her headknobs in gratitude, before she departed and Armon was left to see to his woman.

"Am I going to have to fight anyone today," Armon made his way to set the fruit and klah down, peeling off his sweat-laden and soot-smeared clothing in favor of a bit better wash in a basin with some soap and a cloth. "Or has Her Majesty taken care of that already?"

He didn't bother with more clothing once he'd finished; it would only impede whatever his wife might wish to do or have done with her, and make no mistake Armon had been around the block enough times where dragons were concerned by this point, to know what happened when one's bonded either Rose or gave Chase. He pulled the binding from his hair, sifting the mid-back length strands out and carrying himself over towards his wife.

Gentle lips furrowed down along the side of her neck.

"Anything important? I could leave you be, you know. Simply scare them off with all my horrible nudity and barely-there musculature...."

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Baihujinth peered out of the ledge, the pull there, but the Iron's wiles had long since been relatively cooled on the heels of His' own lacking desires where females were concerned. He chased Couineth, and Couineth was picky about her partners, he knew. The last thing the Iron wished to do was earn her ire by pursuing another female, at least until the Gold went to the skies again for another clutch. As such, it left Z'dyn with all of the desires, and none of the outplay. Baihujinth growled deeply, settling down on his ledge and watching until the Copper and her suitors were out of sight. Z'dyn pulled the curtains around his bed.

Do you wish me to call Oth.
X'vir'll show'f he wants me for't.

The Iron didn't trust His, or the wiles on either case. He privately addressed the Brownrider and his partner, as Z'dyn tossed the shirt and vest he'd been wearing out onto the surrounding ledge that made up his sunken-into-platform bed, the linen tumbling a few inches down the set of three stairs that led up to it. No other clothing joined it, outside of the leather ties - three in total - that held the massive expanse of braids where they were supposed to be.

Oth. X'vir. Mine awaits, if Yours has need of him. I cannot chase her, and Laanasuth's is espoused.

He didn't need to elaborate, he knew. X'vir and Oth were no dimglows.

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It was that time again. Silent, watchful, hide glowing softly in the light of Rukbat, sleek form slithered out of his Weyr and took to the skies, following the Copper sun that was Laanasuth. He'd chased the glowing beauty before and been ignored by her in favor of another, but now...

Now he would prove his worth.

Growling low in his throat, the sound was oddly sing-song, answering to the fact this was a Harper's Bonded, who'd learned to sing at a very young age and had held to it even as his voice aged and matured. He was not young, but nor was he ancient, showing only slight signs of gray on his Bronze muzzle. He didn't speak to the lovely Queen, but he did sing for her, the growling trill running up and down the range of his abilities. He sang of beauty, of desire, of loyalty and love. He would give her his loyalty, as he'd always done before, his love.

She deserved it all.

And so he came. So answered her call, muscles rippling under bronze hide so dark it ALMOST glowed black, with striking streaks of green within the veins of his wings, following the actual veins, the flowing ichor. He was hot, hot with lust, with desire. Heated by her glow, by the sun that was the Copper. A sun that shone brighter than Rukbat, that put it to shame.

Fayranath was here, and he was her's, regardless of how this day ended. He would always be her's.

In the back of his mind, his rider noted the lust burning within him, took note of the need his Bronze displayed. Fayranath had always been a virile beast, but he'd also always been a picky thing. He Chased only when it was a challenge, seeing no reason to otherwise. What challenge was there in Chasing puny Greens and Greys? In Chasing weak Whites. None.

Lips twitched as he moved to his bed, and the female waiting there. He'd known, with that certainty all Kingriders seemed to have, that today was the Copper's. But he also knew that the Copper's rider belonged to another, was growing heavy with his child. He would not interfere in that, would not answer that call.


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Oth was in the sky the second he was called. The normally silent and stoic brown let out a bugling cry as he dropped off his ledge and hauled his bulk into the sky. Massive wings beat out a steady tattoo as he pursued the copper, his attention fixated on his goal. His rider hadn't even managed to dry his hair, having stepped fresh from the bath when flightlust struck. He grunted as though punched, and heaved a sigh, fishing through his lust-fogged mind to find himself and pull back from Oth long enough to find pants. They seemed highly important.

Baijujinth's waits for you.
Awfully generous for a man that doesn't know what he wants.
Don't be bitter.
Fly strong.

He is told. And Oth fell silent again, a dark, looming presence in the midst of the flight. He opted to fly low, glancing upward to keep an eye on Laanasuth, patient and silent.

Well, the pants thing seemed rather pointless now. He saw through Oth's eyes, but X'vir managed to navigate the tunnels on his way to Z'dyn's weyr. He didn't even knock, just shouldered his way in and stood there, swaying and looking about blindly, clearly lost in his dragon's sight as opposed to his own.

Long hair still soaking wet, X'vir was, for once, without his hoard of flits around him. Just a shirtless man looking to a curtained bed and asking for release.

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Qivi was with Rider, a half finished tunic spread before her. She'd made him stand still so she could measure him and make sure it would fit him. It was almost Ridesk's exact shade, something she was terribly proud of, and after a few changes should fit.

Not that those changes would come any time soon as Dekandaeth politely let her know that Laanasuth was Rising and he was giving Chase. Because of course. Qivi heaved a sigh and gently put her things away as the burly black took off, knowing he probably stood no chance and not caring. He'd try regardless.

"Laanasuth Rose," she informed him with a smirk. "Dek's giving Chase." Already she was gaining the unfocused look and breathing heavier, pink touching her cheeks.

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OOC: X'ayr and S'vor of green Absinth are both available as flight-moths! c;


It was not often that Kuroth deigned o chase a female that rose. The blue preferred to chase cyans--that much His knew. Sometimes, he would deign to chase if the rider was of particular interest to the Harper turned bluerider. So, when copper Laanasuth rose, and the blue stood from his weyrledge and then without a word proceeded to follow her, X'ayr, who had been practicing a tune on his guitar, watched him go with mild surprise.

Laanasuth, darling? She's a lovely catch, but certainly not your usual. And since he'd no real interest in Jali outside of respecting her as a person, and her position--not to mention she was with the child of another man--it was doubly surprising. Not unpleasantly, he supposed. Oh, he'd no real fancy to be Junior Weyrleader of Dalibor. Still, he'd learned to take life as it came, and if Kuroth won...well, if he won, that's what they'd be, wasn't it? A burgundy had won a gold flight, he'd heard tell. So it was entirely possible his dear Kuroth stood a chance at it, wasn't it? Besides, he did so love flights. One could meet the most interesting people, and the benefits...well, they were simply the best kind to be had, weren't they? He didn't really expect a response from Kuroth, and so when he didn't get one, that was all well and good. The blue never really felt a need to explain himself in regards to things such as this.

Said blue joined the ranks of the chasers, aware of where they were in relation to him, but not particularly caring about what size or color of their hides. He was no small blue. Large as could be for a blue and built like a brown, he knew himself well enough to know he had the staying power to last this flight out as much as a brown could, or would. A burgundy had won a gold's flight, and yet while that passed through his rider's mind, the blue hardly cared who had won that particular flight. This was not that flight, and he was not that burgundy. This was her flight, and he aimed to win as hard as any of the rest there.

You called, and Kuroth has come. I will always come when you call. The mind voice was deep, dark, and yet sensuous. I am not the first, but I would dare to be the last. Fall with me, copper queen with your hide of flames. I will be the darkness to your light. And how dark his hide was, in contrast with hers! So dark blue that it appeared nearly black, with markings so light a blue they might have been white, in an eerie way that looked as though he bore a skull atop his head and bones in places throughout his body. Still, there was beauty in darkness, just as in light--and what was one if the other did not exist?

X'ayr, caught up in his blue's flightlust, put down his guitar and wandered out along the corridor between Weyrs. Where he ended up was anyone's guess. Laanasuth's was not an option. Yet surely some willing rider might be up for helping him with his...problem? Man or woman, made no difference. Yet he would not complain if it were the latter...not in the least!




S'vor knew exactly what one should be when a queen was rising: available! The greenrider leaned up against the stone wall in the entrance to his own weyr. Absinth snorted, ignoring him. Hers loved flights. All flights. And runs. It didn't have to be one he was part of for him to reap the benefits of them. He knew there would be riders whose dragons would not be catching Laanasuth this fine day. Or, because she had a weyrmate and was pregnant with the man's child, even the one who did! More for him, and the rest of them! He grinned at a passing rider, a slow, bedroom-eyed lazy grin. Come hither, he might have said--only he didn't need to. Of course it was the pretty ones--be they male or female!--he was interested in. Not necessarily shallow...but maybe just a little! There were enough flight-phased riders without weyrmates or partners that he figured it was not long before one of interest might decide to avail themselves of their frustrations on him. He was patient enough that he could wait on the right one!
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A multitude of eyes followed the copper’s form as she headed towards the feeding pens. One, two, three beasts were blooded by the queen and then she was in the air calling to the Weyr. Her presence alone was commanding enough to ensure most of Dalibor’s males would be in pursuit - most but not all. Reith, for all he respected the queen, would not be among the suitors today. This was about more than simply flying and catching, about more than siring a clutch… the victor of today’s flight would be named the Junior Weyrleader. Far be it for the gray to have such visions of granduer. He knew his place within these walls and it was not among those that other dragons looked to for leadership. Reith was adept at picking out those who had it in them to bond with a dragon - of course he thought everyone benefited from the Bond but that was neither here nor there. The gray was realistic, he recognized his shortcomings and he was okay with that.

Chase me, Dalibor.

Others, however, were far from aware of any shortcomings they may possess. It never occured to Freyotth not to chase when Laanasuth rose - she was a queen and though he was not a king he felt it was his birthright all the same. He deserved this far more than the others did and surely of all the others in the Weyr the dam that clutched him would understand that fact the best. She did not want some pandering fool to chase her and cite poetic prose in an attempt to impress her, she wanted a male worthy of her. He was one such male.

Do not despair, I have come to make your choice all the easier. I am the king for you.

Se’ng looked to the ledge, noticing that his burgundy had not bothered waiting for him but rather launched from their ledge in pursuit as soon as the copper took to the skies. Well shards. It was likely due to the fact the junior weyrwoman was espoused - couldn’t really blame Freyotth for leaving him behind but it would have been nice if he’d taken him somewhere. A sharp whistle called Tyr from the weyrbowl, the burgundy appearing with a soft pop. ”Think ya can find someone for me?” At the forefront of his mind was a particular dark haired beauty but given their ‘just friends’ status and the fact he wasn’t sure her black would bother chasing he turned his thoughts to a younger woman, one he knew was unlikely to turn him away. With a trill of determination the burgundy disappeared between again as he tugged on a shirt, not bothering to button it as he headed out of his weyr towards hers; Tyr no doubt giving her a heads up he would be there as fast as his legs could carry him.


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In the lead-up to this day, Zeuth had weighed the pros and cons of his Chasing a Queen that wasn't Couineth, given the friendship he had with her. In the end, it came down to the simple fact that the Gold hadn't chosen him for her last Flight, thus leaving the Bronze free to Chase whomever he wanted without (apparent) penalty, including the other Queen in the Weyr. He was free, and he intended to indulge himself today, as he had been doing quite frequently for the last turn. That chasing the Copper might create a problem for him when Couineth Rose again in a couple of turns (especially if he won today) was something he'd deal with later.

So when Laanasuth leapt from the ground to begin the race, Zeuth was right behind her, leaping from his own ledge in pursuit. Beautiful one, I am here, he called to the Queen. He would wait to say more to her, until she decided to share what exactly she wanted from her suitors this time.

Meanwhile, G'len watched the beginning of the Flight from his ledge, watching until the pursuing dragons were little more than specks in the sky before returning to his bed to ride the coming lusts out alone. He had long since passed the stage where seeking out a random stranger held any appeal, and given Jali's espousal knew he'd not be welcome there either. Of the other people who he'd want as a substitute, one had left the Weyr almost a turn ago to be with her lover, one died in the plague last winter, and the third was far too busy running the Weyr for him to interrupt with his needs. He'd handle things himself today; that was all he was up to on that matter.

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Another dragon entered the chase. Alfonth leaped up after Laanasuth, eager to prove himself worthy of her. His Orange mate had transferred out again a good while ago. Her rider’s sister in another Weyr needed aid again, while His wanted to stay here in his adopted home. Stayed they did, though the Viridian made his displeasure known to his rider.

But now there was a Queen in flight, and Alfonth decided to persue her. He wished to prove himself to her as both a worthy leader and as a good father for her babies. His would also be a good leader for the Weyr too, though that would go unmentioned until abc asked for such details. I am here, was all the Viridian said to the Copper, figuring the less talk at that point in the Flight the better.

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Shieth joined the rest of the chasers, silent save for a brief mental touch to let the Copper know he was there. The Burgundy saw little point in words right then, given he wished to conserve his energy for the duration. His main goal was to side the next generation of dragons, and make sure they survived to maturity. Any other leadership perks that came with winning a Queen Flight he and his N’baatar would real with if Shieth was chosen. First things first.

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A wine-colored tail lashed against the stone of a weyr perch, its owner staring into the sky with disgust. He already had his wings wide, legs coiled in preparation to jump. First, though, flashes of anger and thoughts. Bronze, Brown, Viridian, tiny Blacks and nasty other Burgundies. Vikareth bellowed at them as he lept into the air, Bendenite wings flapping quickly as he gained altitude.

I am here! Vikareth called to Laanasuth, quickly falling into pursuit of the Copper Queen. Ignore those other fools, you know you belong next to me, twined with me, we will make the greatest clutch! Another brassy bugle accompanied his lauding.

Lucky for the tiny Burgundy, he was quick on his wings and would likely find himself at the front of the pack early on; of course, he couldn't help try to nip at his competition or foul a wing. This was his chance to make the Weyr right, which meant himself and his Rider at the top. Nothing would stop him, not even his rider's honor when it came to foul play.

M'arek, for his part, sighed at the overzealous Burgundy, hoping Vikareth didn't hurt himself. Chances were he'd mess with the wrong Dragon and find himself on the receiving end of retaliation and wrench a wing. Such was the life living with the dragon. Feeling the heat inside him, the rider made his way towards the lower caverns, eyes darting around for a receptive partner to burn off this wild energy.


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Xerocleth had been waiting. He knew well the shine that signaled a female would soon rise. But not just any female could catch his attention. A chase was a show of skill, a test of strength, and a battle of wills. It was not something he took lightly or on a whim. But this was Laanasuth, a challenge for than worthy of the best of his ability. He had always been drawn to those with power and a queen was no exception. Had he not caught the fair Keth on his merit alone? Not that he expected any favors. In this contest, he was but another set of wings like any other. Any one of them could arise the victor. And Xerocleth meant to make sure that only the worthy could claim Laanasuth's heart.

I come, my queen, he declared promptly at her call. Quickly, he dove from his ledge, gathering speed so he could rise high after her. He gave the other males a quick glance and dismissive snort before he ignored them entirely. A few might be worthy competators, but only Laanosuth had his full attention. He spoke no more words, but remained a steadfast presence. For Dalibor to be strong, Laanasuth must choose well, even if that choice was not him. But no one would interfere with her decision while he was here to defend her, tooth and claw if need be.

Arlya had alwas preferred to handle those rare times Xero decided to chase on her own. She was ready this time, guessing rightly that he would choose to chase another queen. She locked her down and flopped onto her bed with a growl. This was one part of being a rider she could do without. Of course, if Xero was not successful today, she would likely lose her position as Jr. Weyrleader. They would have no need for two. But the prospect didn't bother her as much as she thought. She could once again devote herself fully to her wingsecond duties. Much as she had long desired rank and power, she found her talents might almost be better served elsewhere. Perhaps it was time for some new blood among Dalibors leaders.

Regardless, the decision was not hers to make. It was almost frustrating how much rested on the whims and choices of dragons. Now if they could just stop filling her head with emotions and feelings she didn't want, all the better.
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The Southern Expedition was supposed to have gone smoothly. She supposed that it had, if only in the sense that more of the land was now mapped out and the existence of the plague discovered. The burgundyrider had been among the first to fall victim, and therefore infected those back at camp. It was not an err she could soon forget, nor could she ignore the fact that, at such a time, she had never been closer to death. She had given Falkreath very little, if anything, to hold onto. Now she gave the burgundy too much of herself, if it was possible, indulging his every whim. Janora had sworn to never threaten their existence again, but taking risks was simply what they did. The journeyman had never spared a moment being anything less than ambitious. She was competitive, and driven, and such desires bled between her and her dragon. They were truly one soul, one mind, and neither was capable of defying the other. Despite all of this, Janora's word, in Falkreath's eyes, was always the final. He trusted her judgment, and this day she would find herself trusting his.

Their move to Dalibor, much like the expedition, had not felt smooth. Janora was convinced that the Weyr's residents recognized who she was, and her part in the widespread disease, and would therefore hold her accountable. It was certainly fine, if they did, for she of all people was hardest upon herself. She demanded perfection, and her err threatened to ruin her hard-earned reputation. They had come so far, the pair of them, and Janora wasn't willing to accept that there may be a setback. Even so, Dalibor was different. They were different, whilst here. Only time would tell whether the change would help or hurt them. For the time being, Falkreath was set on announcing their presence.

Laanasuth was a prize, a coppery, shimmery, prize that he would love nothing more than to covet. The large burgundy was a jealous creature, by nature, and rarely apt to share. He was new on the block, and he was rather positive that the rest of the kids would like to keep their toy "in the family." If he and Janora were going to be spending a fair amount of time here, which he hoped they would be, then they needed to establish themselves as one of the "others." So, the burgundy winged close to the rest of the suitors, aiming to show off a little, and perhaps ruffle some feathers. He called out to the copper, which wound up sounding more like a battle cry than a desire to mate. Eyes whirring a rapid red, Falkreath kept in hot pursuit of the queen, saying nothing. His eye was upon her, and his gaze was unlikely to falter.

Janora, on the other hand, was passing through the bowl. While normally she was fussier than a tunnelcat looking for a brawl, flights were the exception. Sometimes bodily desires required adhering to, and among riders this was best understood. So, pulling the tie free from her hair, Janora set her wild locks free. If someone caught her eye, she'd be quick to act. The upper weyrs may have been a better avenue, given she had an acquired taste for egotistical bronzeriders. Any man who fancied himself the central object of a woman's affections was, in her eyes, at least worthy of a second glance.
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"I believe she's already threatened violence on anyone who tries to handle me except for you, my heart," Jali responded in quiet amusement, turning away from the stack of work waiting on her desk to slide her arms around the smith. "I heard her, you know. I told you she knew your name, and would use it when she felt the time was right."

Trailing a hand through the unbound lengths of his hair, she smiled. "You absolutely will not leave me alone, it's terrible form to make someone with a belly like this have to chase you." She was exaggerating, of course, the bulk of the growth was still to come. It amused her that she and Laanasuth would be carrying at the same time. She envied the dragon the much shorter gestation time, though.

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Laanasuth rose higher, her wingbeats carrying her well out of the Weyr and out over the ocean surrounding it, where the air currents could lift and shift them unexpectedly. Black and brown, bronze and burgundy, iron, viridian, and blue all followed her, and she sang out her clarion call to them all, pleased to be followed and admired. Let Couineth pride herself all she wanted, the copper was far too well-mannered to argue about it, but personally, she thought she was the more attractive choice of the two.

Thank you, Jaireth, your words are kind. The copper sideslipped in the air, flicking her tail and arching her neck coquettishly. Like so many of her color, she was vain, although it rarely was so apparent as when she flew. Varith, you are the quickest - I like a dragon who won't keep a lady waiting.

A fine invitation, Kuroth, but I remain... unconvinced, she answered playfully. It will take a little more than that. As always, I have a question to ask.

She whirled suddenly around, snapping her jaws lightly at the burgundy who dared to presume too much upon his right to chase and tried to deter the other chasers. Just as swiftly, she whipped her tail away and arced upwards to fly over the trailing set of males, denying any of them the chance to try to catch her. Better than they had tried to force her decision and come to grief in the attempt. Mind your tone, Vikareth, and how you behave in my skies. Interfere with my choices, and I will ground you. Behave in a way befitting a good leader, and you may yet stand a chance.

That is true of all of you. Once, this was for pleasure, and only for pleasure. But that has changed. I've something to uphold here, and I will, as my rider does. This has become something to respect. So, she shifted her attention, spiraling slowly higher in the skies. My question. Do you respect me? And why?


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Words are empty. Respect is shown! Oth bellowed a roar, lashing out at the nearest dragon as he pumped his wings and strove to raise his bulk into the sky. Higher and higher until he was closer to the copper, no longer lurking at the bottom of the pack like some sort of tunnelsnake, but making his presence known. His tail thrashed, dissuading any that might get too close to him as he sought his prize.

He was dark against the sky, a foreboding presence, though the streaks of brindle looked like Rukbat's rays as they caught the light. He did not need pretty words to show he respected Laanasuth. He gave chase when she Rose, something he did not do idly. He did not get too close to the queen, aware that her teeth and claws were capable of drawing blood. That was how he showed respect, by giving her space... By letting her tire herself out before he drew closer. He was patient, he could wait. Let the younger and the smaller wear themselves thin by trying to impress her with flashy moves and long winded speeches.

He would be here when they failed.

X'vir didn't see Z'dyn, even as he moved closer to him. "Are you finally going to end this Flight, Weyrleader? Have I given enough chase?" He swung his head from side to side as Oth did, scanning the surrounding skies for any so brash as to get too close to the bulky brown. The brownrider moved closer, stumbling just slightly before bracing bare feet against the stone.

Dekandaeth knew he stood little chance. That did not mean he did not try. Smaller than the great copper, he opted for height in his flight. He kept himself above the pack, eyes swirling with delight as he surveyed them, jerking smartly to the side when Oth got too close and dodging the brown that was considerably larger than him. I'd be stupid not to, He huffed as though that should have been obvious. Count on the moody dragon to mouth off to a queen. He had no qualms about it, too focused on his goal to care overly much about the prettiness of his words.

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Fayranath was essentially ignoring all of the other comers, seeing no point in paying attention to them. THEY were not why he was here, after all. Only her. His beautiful Copper sun.

The presumptuous Burgundy was given a look of clear disgust by the Bronze, but other than that, nothing. He would not waste his time, his energy, removing this worm from the skies. He was more than sure that the Queen they were here for would smite him down in her own way. Rumbling softly, he shifted the notes of his song, continuing to let them flow clear and true.

Did he respect her and why? She need not ask him that. Was he not here? Was he not giving her his all, when even the Golden Couineth had not earned his time or attention, despite being a challenging target in her own right? No. The brassy Gold was not for him. You have done nothing that makes you unworthy of respect, shining star, he responded simply, his mindvoice, like his actual voice, deep, dark and with the slightest hint of gravel to it. Having said all he needed to, or at least felt he needed to, he fell silent, focusing now on flying, waiting patiently until she'd received either the reassurances or the insults she needed to continue before he would sing again. He was not so disrespectful of his rivals that he would try and overwhelm their answers. What kind of Leader would he be if he did not listen to all opinions, after all?

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"She uses my name when it suits her, as befitting any measure of royalty," he mock-sighed, sweeping up his wife with a splay-legged measure of support; not because she was heavy, not in the least, nor would she be when carrying his child in her later stages. No, it was because Armon kept very long candlemarks, usually beginning his duties before dawn, and his back ached. He was no spring wherry anymore, after all, and thirty turns of hard work had worn down his joints. But he'd do forty more before ever considering giving it up.

He carried her to bed, her long legs gathered up across one well-toned bicep and along the crook of his elbow, that arm's palm laid against her backside and thigh as the other supported her shoulders and upper back. It was as easy as it would be when she'd bore their little one, seasons down the road. Mother and child, carried as easily, much easier than a fifteen stone bag of ore he made use of regularly in his craft.

Armon laid her down, crawling up over her and pulling the sheets over them both.

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Z'dyn pushed the curtain aside, clad only in his pants. He heard his company, and Baihujinth bellowed a roar skyward from the weyrledge, eyes red intermixed with purple. Laanasuth was a Queen, and it wasn't Couineth's eggs which had been stabbed by Traditionalists.

Something not far from the mind of the dragon now bonded to the man who had been first in line to defend them. Baelyrth shifted his wings, the spindly, skeletal Black peering towards His as the pair landed not in the Bowl or in the mouth of the Lower Caverns, but on Laanasuth's own ledge. V'ael, beset by his own lusts because Baelyrth had his duties he was intent on performing, wore not only his belt knife, but the swords he maintained that he was more than schooled in. The former Holdless settled himself not far from the bed in which Armon handled his own duties and pleasures with his wife; more than far enough to evade much of the sounds, and respectful enough to put his back to them, but soulless eyes maintained a vigil on the ledge and the other ways in.

There would be no assassination attempts on Laanasuth's bonded, and as Baelyrth took to the sky with a surprising speed, late perhaps as he might be, there was obviously no intent to pursue the Copper as a suitor. No, he was there as a guardian.

What my Queen begins, I will finish once she knocks you from the sky and turns her attention to others more worthy. You will be wary, and you will have respect, or I will show you what a Holdless man's fury maintains.

V'ael was silent as the grave. He made no sound, he didn't even appear to breathe; all that moved were the strands of hair not kept in the plait down his back. Even his eyes didn't visibly track, but if one watched them long enough, they'd see it. He relied as much on hearing as his vision.

Z'dyn brought himself up from the ledge that encircled where his bed was set into, the deep alcove carved into the stone platform naturally, and swung his legs over. His pants were undone; the Weyrleader had clearly been about to remove them, when X'vir had made his entrance known. Baihujinth was useless for the time being - the Iron was far more preoccupied with watching the skies, prepared for any potential otherwise-fallout that might occur if something happened outside the Weyr. Fingers trailed along the top step as he pushed himself up, hair already unbound, shirtless, and without his socks.

He stood silent for a moment, arms laced across his chest. Studied the Brownrider who had him easily by almost a foot, icy blue eyes contrasting sharply to shadow-darkened skin. Brows furrowed, as he distinguished quickly that X'vir was only partly X'vir. He was almost more drake than man, but there was that uneasy tension that existed nevertheless between them. His jaw worked in apprehension, a gesture mirrored by the chewing of frustration peeling off his Iron in waves. Finally, Baihujinth slid down to the ledge, haunches hitting stone with a heavy, wall-shaking thump and a sigh that carried weight to last the ages coming through flared nostrils.

Z'dyn took an unsteady step forward, then another. Arms remained crossed, the measure almost casual were it not for the visible taunt nature of muscle beneath his scar-crossed skin.

"Dunno," he finally voiced, reaching the other and standing well within arm's reach of him. "Guess I ain't gonna have much choice after yer done wi' me, weren't I?"

Z'dyn didn't give him time to answer. There was more Oth there than X'vir, for all he could see, but the man was here and the drake was far off. Chasing a comet across the heavens. Z'dyn could deal with the after-effects, he hoped, once the brunt of what had been rumbling and simmering between them for almost a turn now had passed.

He yanked X'vir forwards, up against him, and found a handful of damp hair with his weaker hand. His other found the back of his company's pants, and he brought the Brownrider towards him. Dragged him with him, back towards the sanctuary of his curtain-enclosed bed.

Where, perhaps, life had decided to shove his heart out over the void on a tripwire one more time.

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Many of the males were quite aggressive in their attempts to impress Laanasuth's favor. She bid for respect and yet, so far, had any of them truly answered? Did they know? Or did they, as was their nature, follow her lead because she was a Queen? Jaireth made a lazy turn in the air as he followed the copper higher, attempting to separate himself from the denser group of Chasers. He would never be as swift as the blacks, blues and burgundies that answered her call, but for as long as she claimed the sky, he knew he could follow. Patience. Both he and His learned much about patience over the Turns. As much as he desired Laanasuth, he remained steady, quiet, watchful as the others made their bids to garner favor. She was a capable Queen. He wasn't about to interfere with her suitors, even if some of them were rather loud. None seemed like they were attempting to catch her before she was ready to Fall, which meant all was well for now.

Eventually, after allowing the quicker amongst them to say their part, he spoke up.

You have lost and continued to lead. Like a rising dawn, day after day.

He wasn't there when Laanasuth's eggs were attacked. But His helped capture Traditionalists. His learned about the event and His grief echoed within him. L'aars knew the pain of losing a child (a sister, a father, a friend). In turn, Jaireth knew the pain. Knew how hard it was for His to move on afterwards and how easy it would be to lose your way. Yet here was Laanasuth. Rising again.

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Others had joined the chase, and so it only heightened the need for the black that was Varith to win. He had flown before, but not always had he caught. He wanted to catch her, queen or not, his ichor was practically boiling in him with the need. She then asked of respect, and Varith knew he could respect her, as a queen, as the beautiful thing that she was. I will respect you by giving you the best chase that I can. The black spoke to Lannasuth. He was new to the Weyr, and while he was new, he could feel the reverance some of the males had for her. She was a beautiful creature, and he was quite sure of that, she didn't need to be told such, and that was not respect. He slowed down a touch, allowing his wings a moment, his own body the breath. He had speed. he had swiftness, and while he was young, he knew how to chase.

He kept his mouth shut for the most part, he was going to give her a good chase, something a beautiful queen such as her needed to be shown. Once he caught his breath, making sure not to wear out he shot out again, gaining speed, he twisted after her, using the winds and the currents give him the needed lift and movement so as not to exhaust himself.

Sev'ren felt the need inside him, saw through the eyes of his dragon, but fought it. He needed a woman, a man, someone. For a moment he thought of the cute little masked girl. But she wasn't quite ready for him. So he sought out someone...

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He could never take her skies from her, even if he were to try. Laanasuth had a commanding presence, one that he would have bowed under irregardless of flightlust. She was his queen, just as much as any other, and the burgundy craved order. Therefore, when one of the other ambitious burgundies received a scolding, he fought to hide his amusement. Twisting about in the air, Falkreath was intent on having his fun. Rather less serious in flights than he was on the whole, the burgundy mirrored His in this way. Janora was much more playful during flights, both her inhibitions and expectations were lowered, most considerably. Normally, it took the better part of a decade to garner the woman's attentions. Dedicated to her work, there was nothing she liked less than being bothered.

Laanasuth posed a question, to all of them, and for the first time Falkreath was compelled to speak. Respect is earned, not given. With that said, you are my Queen. I have the utmost faith in what you represent. I may not know you well enough to pay you the respect that you desire, but given the opportunity I'd desire nothing more than for us to earn the respect of one another. Falkreath preferred honesty over fanciful, hollow, words. If the copper wanted a dragon that would give her all that she deserved, and work twice as hard to prove to her what he was capable of, than she ought to look no further (in his less than humble opinion). He was aware of the fact that she may very well deem his answer no good, and turn her ire upon him. If such was to be the case, he was not sorry for it. She had asked a genuine question, and in turn she had received a genuine answer. He was new to the dragons presently within the skies, why pretend as if he was already one of them by default? No, he preferred to earn what he received rather than simply taking it.

On the ground, Janora was still ambling, slowly, about. She wandered through the halls of the lower weyrs, her gaze searching. Yes, she was looking for something--for someone, anyone perhaps. Certainly not all of the Weyr's riders were occupied? At this rate, someone was bound to leave her no choice but to wander into spaces that she was not welcome. Unless all of the weyr doors were barred, she was a comin'. No better way to make an entrance than to invite oneself in. Just who would be the lucky man?

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The only response to her reply was a deep, dark chuckle. In the end, she would be the one to choose. He could only do what he could to convince her of the truth to his words. There was iron and there was bronze, burgundies and a black. Each suitor had his strengths, his weaknesses. They were all part of a whole, of the Weyr. The arrogance of some of those present fascinated the dark dragon. Just as a dragon upon hatching always knew precisely whom they meant to choose, so did a queen, in the end. If it was not him, it was simply either not his time, or had never meant to be him. That did not mean he would not give her his all, as she deserved. Every dragon who rose was, in that moment, a queen. Yet she was a queen in every respect, and only she would choose her king.

A, a question! It was not a riddle, to be solved, but a truth-seeking. If it was truth she was desirous of, he would not give a hasty answer. He detested lies, and what they were and stood for. Flattery was not to his liking. He had meant what he said. She was light, to him. He had ever been darkness. Perhaps this was part of what drew him to her. Respect...he had heard of this copper queen. She had suffered much, along with Hers. Yet she rose from the ashes of each burning with renewed strength and perseverance. She was not the senior queen, no. Yet she was worthy of taking a spot as such. She endured. She survived. She did not spurn her smaller suitors, for she had the wisdom, clearly, to see the worth in each dragon. The fire to warn the burgundy who'd overstepped himself, that she would ground him for his words. Yes...he could respect what she stood for, and what she did and continued to do for her Weyr. That he could respect. He did not know her, yet he knew of her. The more he knew, the more she rose in his estimation. He thought about each thing he knew, and her actions thus far that he had witnessed with his own eyes. Flying with steady wingbeats and keeping pace with the others with, thus far, relative ease, he allowed others to reply in the time he seriously considered.

A reply such as this should not be a hasty one, he finally spoke, again in a deep, smooth and rumbling tone. I do not pretend to know you as I might wish to. Yet I have heard much of you. From the ashes of your pain and trials, you rise again and yet again. Persevering. Surviving. Giving. Leading. You do not scorn myself nor my smaller kin. To see not only with your eyes but with wisdom and acceptance for what we are and might be...you do not allow your light to be put out. You burn...how you burn! Here, at this last, he did not hide his desire for her, before concluding, You are worthy of respect, and so I respect you. What you stand for. Not only what you are, or the color of your hide, but your light that burns so brightly.

If he was not chosen, his opinion of her would not be changed. Now that he was here, he might be given the chance to know her better. He was not, admittedly, the most social of dragons. Still, when he found another that he could respect and take interest in...he was not sorry to be serving under, or to have time to get to know, such a one. He was no iron. He was no bronze. Yet despite that, she permitted him this chance to prove he was worthy to be a king to her queen, even, again, if her final choice was not to be him.

X'ayr didn't head towards Jali's Weyr, but exited out into the corridor, hoping to spy someone else of interest who might be lacking a partner during this flight. Queen flights were potent--all flights were, but it seemed to him Kuroth's ichor burned all the hotter for this particular flight than the others he could recall. Shards, but the blue really did fancy this one! He could hear his mind mate's words, and was a little surprised, but not overly. The qualities the copper queen possessed were indeed ones he knew his blue might admire. Life happened. Death happened. What you chose to do in the face of adversity and trials was the important thing. How you went on to live...that mattered. X'ayr, for his part, was becoming more wrapped up in the flight and flightlust of his blue. He really, really hoped someone amicable was out and about...otherwise, it would be a long, frustrating next few candlemarks or even rest of the day!
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Vikareth couldn't help but reach out to try to snag Laanasuth, even though she turned on him for negative reasons. He was a male, after all, and his job was to catch the female. The moment was over before it began, and the Burgundy found himself baring his teeth at the glowing tailfork of the escaping Queen. How dare she! He was only ridding her of the annoyances and those unworthy of her time, of her flight!

Ground him. He would take her with him, twined together! They would fall towards the ground, Vikareth supporting her, creating the most perfect clutch Dalibor - no, all of Pern! - had ever seen.

Words. Silly, useless words! He powered forward, upward, each wing beat taking him higher and higher after the lazily circling Copper. Words may be all he had, though he didn't care to admit it.

You are power! You are elegance! You are perfection personified! Any who dares not respect that does not deserve to be in your skies!

Never mind the fact that Vikareth hadn't quite shown respect so far.

You know your place as the Queen of the Sky! Those that don't understand that are unworthy!


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Words. What was it with queens and talking? Talk proved nothing! Xerocleth growled, clenching his claws even as he kept pace with with the other males. Let them waste time with pretty words and empty promises. He required more. Respect must be earned. As did trust. As did leadership. Did he respect Laanasuth? Perhaps. She had proved a strong leader for Dalibor in times of need. She had endured even through the loss of her children. She had struck back at those that threatened. Defended their home in time of need. Was it enough for his respect? Maybe.

Words mean little, my queen. Your actions speak louder. His eyes brightened fiercely as he circled higher. Let me show you my respect, he offered, dipping his head and flashing his teeth. He would take on any challenge, face an enemy for the sake of his home. Prove that my respect is worthy of you.

Actions would speak louder than words any day. And he was nothing if not always ready for action. Perhaps others might think him simple for it, but he considered it a matter of necessity. He was would prove to Laanasuth that he could be the strength they needed. Let the others think what they wanted. Their opinions matter little to him. Only his queen mattered.

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A question came, one he did not expect or truly wish to answer. So many females begged for words when the truth was easier to find in the way each dragon flew. Would they be here if they did not respect her? It was likely, after all the burgundy was far more interested in what would come of him if he managed to win her flight than the copper herself. His dam was fine, she was a queen and as such it was instinct to follow wherever she may go. Yet her flight offered so much more than just the chance to mate, the chance to sire a clutch of young - he could chase any number of females and win that ‘honor’. What he truly desired was the title her choice would afford him, the power. This would be an unwise answer and so instead he was quiet and thoughtful, choosing the right words before he spoke because although they were not that important to him they meant a great deal to his queen.

You show mercy when needed, even if it is not entirely earned, there was a pause as Freyotth glowered at the other burgundy. Even he was not so thick headed to think trying to force the queen’s choice was a good idea; she would come to make her choice in her own time and naturally she would pick Freyotth. There was no need for him to try and force the issue. In his mind there simply were no other good options. Yet you are not above striking fear in the hearts of those who need fear you to protect your own and your Weyr. While he had not been out of his shell to see the havoc the traditionalist traitors caused nor to mourn the loss of his siblings he had seen the copper queen since. She brooded over her clutches, jealously guarding them from the possibility of attack; she was a force to be reckoned with. You do not lead with a streak of vanity and childish needs coloring your choices. You are fair and strong. Now he offered her a glimpse of herself as she flew before him as well as the trail of suitors following behind. You are deserving of all the respect we can muster.


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Humor whirled a bit in Zeuth's eyes at some of the responses, though he didn't otherwise show it. Foolish Burgundy, thinking that merely showing up assured him of winning this Flight. A good many of this pack of suitors could lead competently if chosen, a fact that should be acknowledged. Not lead as well as he could, of course, but they'd get the job done.

The Bronze mulled over Laanasuth's question for a moment, organizing his answer. There was a great deal to say, and very little time to really say it. Yes, was the short answer. When you first came here, you and Yours showed us respect by learning our ways, and the reasons why we did certain things. You showed us respect by waiting to see who Faranth chose to be our Senior instead of forcing yourself on us as our new Seniors, as the other Weyrs no doubt intended you to do. By showing us respect first, you earned our respect for you. Something many of these younger males weren't here for. Mostly because they either hadn't been hatched yet, or spent the relevant time period at other Weyrs, thought that was something he didn't think he needed to say out loud.

Zueth put on a burst of speed, putting himself more towards the front of the pack than he was before. He was a strong beast, and handsome, and still very much in his prime. Whether that was enough to turn the Copper's head towards him at the end remained to be seen.

Alfonth honestly had to think a few minutes about Laanasuth's question. He respected the Copper queen, of course, but had never tried to put that into words before. A bit of a challenge for the blunt Viridian. You showed strength when faced with a tragedy that would have broken others for the rest of their lives. You returned to your duties to take care of your Wing and defend our world. These are deeds that show your true character as a survivor, that show you worthy of respect.

He wasn't the most eloquent dragon around, but he was among the strongest. He kept his position in the middle of the pack, figuring his coloring would be more than enough for Laanasuth to spot him. If she so desired, that was. He and His were an ambitious pair, but not so ambitious that they'd force themselves on anyone to gain rank. That would be bad karma, to say the least.

Shieth, for his part, simply snorted at the arrogance of certain of his fellow Burgundies. While he wasn't an experienced chaser by any means, he was smart enough to know that acting holier-than-thou than the rest of the males was usually a pretty good way to spend time at the Infirmary afterwards. At least from his observations, anyway.

You are a Queen, he stated matter-of-factly. You and Yours have shown yourselves more than capable of making good decisions for the rest of the Weyr. We survive, we prosper, because you and our Senior look out for us and make plans on how to keep the dangers at bay, as any good Elder should do for their youngers. This has earned you respect. That much of the Burgundy's ideas and phrasing came from his nomadic-born rider would likely be obvious to the Copper. He and His N'baatar might not be obvious leadership material, but if chosen they'd be more than willing to learn to help this Elder-equivilent do her duties to the Weyr.
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They spoke, and she listened, giving each one the attention that their answer was due. Which wasn’t a lot, in a couple of cases. I can all but hear the 'you're wasting time by talking' from some of you, the copper spoke with dry humor. She continued to wing away from them, gaining height and distance, making them work to follow her. She didn’t tend to run long in her Flights, but that was less because of inability and more a personal preference to get to the best part. Although only one of you dared to actually say so out loud. Actions, you say, are louder than words. This is true.

But consider this. You cannot work well together without communicating. You cannot communicate with any kind of finesse, without words. When you disregard my questions or decline to give them full answer, what you are telling me with your actions is that you do not WANT to communicate with me. You do not want to work with me. You care only for how it benefits yourself.

Refusing to answer, not communicating without due cause - it is immature. Childish, self-centered, because you have stopped caring about thoughts that are not your own, she chided them gently. I know that most of you chase me only for the position and the prestige. I have been doing this longer than any of you have been alive. I do not think I have asked so much of you, and yet some of you are unwilling to cede even a little.

She turned back in her path to swoop over their heads again. She couldn’t drag this out forever, she knew. But in over twenty-five turns of rising to mate, she’d never had so much trouble deciding. She’d never had so few willing to go along with her, she’d never had so many be that rude to her, and it disappointed her greatly. This was her time, her favorite thing, her happiness - and they’d tarnished it.

So she didn’t choose yet. Perhaps the choice would become clearer soon, and then she could fall with one of them as intended.


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