Catch a Wave {Devath's Maiden Flight}

It was raining. Avartiath was noticeably displeased by this development. The black lashed his tail, staring out at the light rain irritably. I do not like it, A'traMine.

Devath was not the only one appreciating the rain. Reyith had taken to lying out on the ledge he shared with Ocouth, appreciating the prickles of the light drops that fell against his pitch-black skin. He was quite happy. Superbly happy. He and His had been living with their bestest friends Ocouth and E’ra for some time, despite the fact they maintained their own weyr because C’lin always said that it was “temporary”. It had been over a turn, though. Reyith had then gotten used to the fact that when C’lin said “temporary” he meant “forever”, and the kind-hearted black didn’t mind in the slightest. C’lin was happy, too… for the most part. Ocouth having won two Flights, though, seemed to be weighing his lifemate down. Reyith could not quite understand why. Reyith was happy for Ocouth, shouldn’t C’lin also be? Ocouth had flown valiantly and won! Reyith always flew valiantly, although he had not won for many, many turns. It didn’t matter, though. All Reyith needed was HisC’lin and HisOcouth to be happy. Maybe if he won a Flight, C’lin would be less displeased about everything?

The thought caught his mind as a wave-patterned beauty descended upon the herdbeast pen. Devath. A cyan. Her hide shown and sparkled as beautifully as any Queen’s. Reyith took notice, sitting upright to watch the events unfold. She was dazzling. Her voice seemed warm and kind, an entreaty more than a demand. All of these traits captured his very special interest. Yes. He would fly for her. He would fly for her and then HisC’lin and he would both be happy! How could such a beautiful, magnificent dragoness not make him incredibly happy! He would be delighted just to have her company for the duration of the Flight.

C’lin’s mind caught wind of Reyith intentions and he heaved an exasperated sigh. He wanted Reyith to chase—there was no doubting that—but he also was in the middle of cleaning the room he and Ezzy shared. If it was just made spotless, he assumed, then his mind would be made spotless of jealousy as well. He could pretend like everything was normal and clean and beautiful. He could then sweep Ezzy of his feet and make him remember that it was C’lin who loved him and C’lin who was the most important person in his life! But Reyith’s line of thought was far too tempting. Yes. He needed that. He needed to go to this cyanrider’s weyr, whoever they were, and claim them for his own—if only for a day. The waves of Devath’s shining hide washed over him as it did Reyith. It called to them, promising to wash away their sorrows just as the summer rain washed away the dust and the dirt.

The blackrider didn’t bother leaving a note for when E’ra would return. E’ra would understand. E’ra loved him, right? The wavering confidence he held for that fact was quickly pushed aside as C’lin climbed astride Reyith’s back and the two made their way for Ni’on weyr.

C’lin all but jumped from his perch between the black’s shoulders, bending his knees to take the impact of the fall before continuing to into Ni’on’s room. Unlike those that had arrived before him, he entered in style. He flashed a grin to all around him, humming a happy Harper’s tune as he took his place near Ni’on. Far closer to the cyanrider than the other blackriders around him, he allowed himself to look over Ni’on’s body. The other man was young, still holding the traits of his boyhood. But he was blond and happy and seemingly unspoiled. C’lin smiled, impure thoughts filling his head as he imagined what he could do with such a beautiful young man. He removed his tunic (he wouldn’t need it anyway) and relaxed to let the waves of Reyith’s lust watch over him. Man and dragon combined. In that moment Ni’on-Devath became the sole object of C’lin-Reyith’s affections.

Reyith flew after Devath with a song on his heart and in his lungs. He sang for her a beautiful song taught to him by C’lin when he was a young dragon. It was light and cheery and elegant a simple; it was everything he felt she stood for and more. Through the black’s eyes C’lin’s mind noted the competition. They were young. All of them were. Young and inexperienced. C’lin-Reyith had been involved and many a Flight before and knew what to expect. They could read the winds and adapt accordingly. The wholly C’lin part of C’lin-Reyith’s mind found the youth of their fellow chasers derisible, yet sweet in its own sad way. Although he knew their youth gave them speed, he and Reyith were not too old to perform just yet. They would not be for several turns. They were the perfect blend of agility and experience. Reyith, meanwhile, focused merely on the lovely Devath before him. He sang to his cyan beauty, his mind touching hers with tender and kind emotions. He may be older than the young males that chased her, but he would treat her with respect and dignity. He would keep her warm and handle her gently and compassionately.

Yours, he called out to her, his heart beating faster than his wings as he continued to chase earnestly. Let the others fight and waste their energy; he would merely dip and dodge and focus all his attentions and all the power of his muscles for her and her alone.