Moonlight Sonata (Seleneth's Maiden Flight)

It was late. It was late, but Jaci was wide awake. She had been lying on her bed staring up at the ceiling of her room, the faithful Radish snuggling at her side. Her pale hand scratched at the dozing yellow lab's head as she gave a soft sigh. She didn't care to sleep that night. She didn't care to sleep at all. Jaci wanted an adventure! She wanted to creep out into the night, barefoot and free, and spirit away some beautiful stranger to the ocean or to the top of a mountain. It didn't really matter what. The bluerider just wanted to do something. Anything was better than lying on her bed wondering.

Her mind had done a lot of wondering. Her friend Tieler had crossed her mind several times since their day trip to the Ring Islands. Thinking of the blackrider gave her warm, fuzzy feelings that tingled her toes and the tips of her fingers. It was comfortable and yet crazy. She liked it. Although, she tried not to dwell on it enough to regret it. They had fun together. Jaci liked that they had fun together. It made her happy.

Rowenth was thinking, too. He had been thinking about the stars and the weather. He had been thinking about the Threadfall patterns and the drills they had been running earlier that day. The blue thought of a great many things, but one beautiful lady was enough to strike his mind clean and blank. He watched the dusky cyan glide down from her ledge to descend upon the herdbeast pen. He watched and he grew curious. Perhaps it was his rider's adventurous mood. Perhaps it was his rider's fuzzy feelings about her friend. Perhaps it was simply the way Seleneth's cyan hide seemed to glow in the darkness of twilight. Either way, Rowenth felt his own warm and fuzzy feeling that tingled everywhere from his nose to the tips of his forked tail.

Cyans were certainly beautiful creatures. And Seleneth seemed to be the most beautiful of all in this moment.

Cyan Seleneth Rises. I mean to chase her, MineOwn. Jaci rose to a sitting position, supporting her torso with arms stretched out behind her. Will you take me, Rowenthlove? Her mind stretched out to him as she began to feel the lust of Flight take over her. It felt pleasant, despite the awkwardness of possibly waking up next to someone she didn't know. She would hum and simply enjoy the ride. Rowenth grunted in response, his usually colorful vocabulary dwindling as lust cushioned his primal side away from his more sophisticated mind. Jaci nodded and rose to her feet, following them out to where she could climb aboard to the comfortable place between Rowenth's shoulders.

Rowenth made no display of dropping off his rider before he took off again to make for Seleneth's glowing form. Jaci, much like Jazz, was dressed simply in her simple, thin dressed she used for sleeping. It fell to her knees and was just thick enough that it would not reveal anything improper such as undergarments. Not that Jaci much cared for whether or not she was improper now, or any moment. She drifted to where Jazz and Mayalene had gathered, giving a smile that was pleasant despite the spaced expression that was hidden in her eyes. Jaci giggled and hummed, spinning happily so that her shift flowed slightly out from her legs. When she finally got to the point where Jazz had Mayalene were both equally close, although she was no closer to the cyanrider than the yellowrider dared to venture.

The bluerider looked to each of the ladies in turn and found them equally beautiful. Three lovely ladies gathered on a lovely night. Clearly this was a night of beauty. "Hello," she offered in her light, breezy tone.

Rowenth could not agree more as he set his sights on the lovely cyan dragoness. He trumpeted, announcing his arrival. I, Rowenth, am yours, lady Seleneth! I tempt you to be mine as well! I shall Chase until morning if I must! He bellowed again, louder this time, as he easily caught up with the yellow Weslieth and held pace with him.

Words? Words... Rowenth could use words. He just had to remember them. If Seleneth wanted words, he would find her the most splendid words in his vocabulary! It took him a while, though, to find his civilized mind. Flights had a way of making the blue lose track of himself. Luminous. The night is luminous. You are colored like the ocean's waters, pulling me deeper into your presence and into the presence of the night. He banked to the side, following Seleneth with a respectful distance so he could watch the way she moved and flew and breathed. But the distance was fading. The goal of this night was to overtake her. To call her his own and to be her own, that was what Rowenth wanted.

Mystical. Alluring. Decadent. The night claims me as I claim it. He flew up high surveying Seleneth's beauty as the moonlight reflected off her shimmering, teal hide. Refreshing winds. Blanketing clouds. Tickling of ocean spray. The night rejuvenates me as I chase after it. I am anxious not to miss it, my night. He banked back into the line of the chase then continued to pass to the other side, taking his time to admire her and to search out his words zealously and earnestly. There was no hurry. It was just the three of them, sharing the night and sharing each other's presence. He hummed thoughtfully.

Shimmering. Iridescent. Glowing. Evanescent light. The night calls me. It wakes me from my dreams, for its promise of a dream is superior. I answer its call, flying as its cheerful winds beckon me. Rowenth joined the level of the Flight again, his eyes never leaving Seleneth's cyan form. She was beautiful. She was stunning. She was inescapable. My night teases me. She calls to me, giving no destination. All I can do is follow, hopelessly, striving after her.

Jaci, too, felt beckoned by Mayalene's beauty. They were both beautiful, these ladies before her. She smiled and hummed happily, enthralled with the night and with her company. She spun again, moving toward Jazz and circling around her before continuing in a half-circle with points equidistant from Mayalene. As beautiful as she was, she was still off limits for now. But that didn't mean Jaci couldn't dance! She spun and twirled and clapped, her hair and her shift flowing in the wake of each movement. She was anxious. And yet, the time spent was beautiful. The bluerider wanted Jazz and Mayalene to join her dance, too... but if they didn't want to she would not force them.

Rowenth dipped below the level of the chase, trying to pull forward. I follow wherever my night takes me, heedless of my own needs. For my desire is only for this night, my night and yours. He banked back into the line of the Flight, following Seleneth from below. For the night is you and you are the night. I strive for you, for you are to whom these words belong. The blue stopped holding back and flew after her with all his might. He pulled up beneath her, a clever maneuver of his wings and body twisting himself upside-down so that he could try to grasp her claws with his own. Lady Seleneth of the night, be mine... and I shall be yours.