Eeny Meeny Miny Mo! (Gneith`s First Flight!)

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Eeny Meeny Miny Mo! (Gneith`s First Flight!) Feb 8, 2010 23:04:17 GMT -5

Post by kia on Feb 8, 2010 23:04:17 GMT -5

Rainy night and we worked all day
We both got jobs 'cause there's bills to pay
We got something they can't take away
Our love, our lives Close the door, leave the cold outside
I don't need nothing when I'm by your side
We got something that'll never die
Our dreams, our pride

My heart beats like a drum (all night)
Flesh to flesh, one to one (and it's alright)
And I'll never let go cause
There's something I know deep inside

You were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man

We got something to believe in
Even if we don't know where we stand
Only God would know the reasons
But I bet he must have had a plan
Cause you were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man

Mine

The word was spoken quickly, cutting the silence in half and making way for a wave of tension. Lynx had little time to react. Decisions were about to be made.

Light a candle, blow the world away
Table for two on a TV tray
It ain't fancy, baby that's OK
Our time, our way

So hold me close better hang on tight
Buckle up, baby, it's a bumpy ride
We're two kids hitching down the road of life
Our world, our fight

If we stand side by side (all night)
There's a chance we'll get by (and it's alright)
And I'll know that you'll be live
In my heart till the day that I die

Cause you were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man

We got something to believe in
Even if we don't know where we stand
Only God would know the reasons
But I bet he must have had a plan
Cause you were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had taken time, but Lynx had finally been able to forgive L`ven. But the BronzeRider had not spoken to her since. Was he avoiding her? And K`ber had not spoken to her either. She wondered if she had taken things too far that day that had come to apologize and comfort her. But she had every right to be angry. She had felt betrayed in her feelings for the two boys.

Even Gneith had felt betrayed, sulking on her dragon couch and planning ways to make the males guilty for ever looking at another female. He jealousy had, after graduation, caused her hide to become slightly brighter. Lynx always suspected that Gneith would be the first in their group to Rise. The combined jealousy of Lynx and Gneith had brought it on faster.

When it became apparent that Gneith would Rise, Lynx had started to worry. She still had not seen L`ven or K`ber recently. She always guessed that Gneith`s Flight would decide everything when the time came, but how much in control would Gneith be? Unlike Queens and sub-Queens who still maintained some conscious thought in Flight, Gneith was a Green, a fighting color, who usually and typically lost all senses in Flightlust. Lynx shivered at the thought. Could she keep control of Gneith or would she be swept into the Flightlust?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My heart beats like a drum (all night)
Flesh to flesh, one to one (and it's alright)
And I'll never let go cause
There's something I know deep inside

The war had come and gone, and casulties had been lost on both sides. While nothing more had been pursued, Lynx mourned over the death of T`zar. At one point, she liked T`zar, but his Impression changed him. When he Impressed to a Green, he became depressed. They had stopped talking after that. With T`zar`s death, Lynx had cried. She had been his friend once and considered herself still his friend. He would be missed, but maybe he was happier wherever he was at now. Lynx hoped he was.

She had woke up from a dream that T`zar was happy and was telling her to be happy. When she woke up, a smile crept on her lips. Getting up and dressing, she decided to go eat a morning meal. She invited Gneith to join her, but the Green declined and returned to a quiet rest. Pretty was quick to respond to the mention of food. Lynx had eaten and returned to her weyr for a rest for herself. Gneith did not say a word when Lynx came back. She merely watched Lynx.

Mine, she said suddenly, her voice hinting with small panic.

Lynx quickly looked over to Gneith in time to watch the Green quickly get off her dragon couch and fly off into the skies above the Weyr. Lynx had little time to react as the flightlust began to creep up on her. Gneith was Rising now and Lynx had no choice but to follow the lust through their connection.

Gneith made her way down to where the beasts were kept. She was first of her group to Rise. She would set the standard for the other females. Some might have beeter Flights than her like Callistath and some might be simple like Rhyolith, but this was her time. She was going to have fun until she made her decision. She struck the first beast, her muzzle driving inside the creature, her teeth tearing and ripping the insides of it. The creature was immediately dead when she broke the spine. The blood flowed into her mouth and over her tongue. It tasted warm and sweet. She wanted to swallow the meat next.

Stop! Blood only! Lynx shouted mentally, fighting to control the Green.

Gneith growled. This was Gneith`s first Flight, but Lynx already knew that Gneith should only bleed the animals. Gneith succumbed and threw the carcass to the side when she was finished. She roared and tackled her second beast, her claws piercing the beast. The creature cried out in pain before Gneith silences it with another bone crushing bite. Again, the fight pursued once more. Lynx thought she might lose until Gneith threw the second carcass on top of the first one.

With the blood fueling the fire inside her, she bugled her call to the males. She Gneith, a large Green dragon, but the fastest Green in Dalibor Weyr. Let all the withy males come chase her! She welcome them all. The decision, in the end, would be hers. She would choose only the best. Let them woo her, attempt to catch her, bit she would out-fly them all! She bugled again, her Flight underway.

Cause you were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man

We got something to believe in
Even if we don't know where we stand
Only God would know the reasons
But I bet he must have had a plan

Cause you were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man

You were born to be my baby
And baby, I was made to be your man

Last Edit: Sept 26, 2012 0:08:42 GMT -5 by Cathaline

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Eeny Meeny Miny Mo! (Gneith`s First Flight!) Apr 4, 2010 19:36:28 GMT -5

Post by zara on Apr 4, 2010 19:36:28 GMT -5

K’nan stopped mid – bite, his meat roll held before his open mouth. Mine… Green Gneith Rises. I wish to chase.

K’nan gulped. Should he let his King chase? Would it be fair to the Green and her Rider…? He wasn’t given the chance to decide. Embraeth answered her challenge with a call of his own and sprang up into the air, his large wings carrying him powerfully forward toward the Gneith who Flew before him.

Save me a dance,
But not just any dance.
Save this one for me,
In the coming dawn,
Wake to morning with a smile,
And let me spin you around the room,
You are more than simply
Beauty to be shown off,
In dance that is lovelier than song…

Embraeth started his song to the lovely Green, a song flowing softly, wordlessly from his mouth. His wingbeats set the tempo. It was increasing and steady. The underlying pulse. He watched as the sun glinted off her lovely hide. He crooned to her, his voice rising and falling with every beat of his wings and every beat of her own.

The firelight is catching
The highlights of your hair,
Pray, will you let me whisper inn your ear,
Tell you my favorite tale,
As we dance and swirl
Across the floor today,
Dancing into moonlit night,
Where a dragon waits aloft on wings
Of green for one loved,
And Iron wing beats moving faster,
Echoing his love.

She was the beauty of the trees, reaching up towards the light of Rukbat. She was brighter and more beautiful than Rukbat’s light. She was a green star, shining before him. He gave chase. His heart pounded with his wing beats. He crooned and sang to her with every pulse. He dropped down, acrobatics taking a course in his courtship of her.

Play the tune again, my darling,
My heart is your song,
With such ease you make it speed,
The pulse of time complete,
Take me with you,
A bird on your finger,
Let me sing with you and
Teach me each song you play,
With intricate melodies
Unwinding my very mind.

K’nan – Embraeth stretched their wings and flew fast and strong, but also carefully. There was a skill to Flights. Especially Flights of such a lovely dragoness as this. The song he sang flowed on and on. Slowly images began to mingle in. The sun darkened in comparison to her. Her beauty, her strength and prowess in Flight. The wind was nothing compared to she who would be the mistress of their hearts this day. The light of the moon was nothing too, as it was dwarfed by the sun which was now dwarfed by she.

Fly onward Green Queen of the Weyr,
Let your king follow you everywhere,
Choose, prays this one, Iron blood
To ply a symphony of your song.

Last Edit: Apr 5, 2010 0:38:54 GMT -5 by zara

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Eeny Meeny Miny Mo! (Gneith`s First Flight!) May 13, 2010 23:51:56 GMT -5

Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on May 13, 2010 23:51:56 GMT -5

Well I've been waiting, waiting here so long

They were watching. Waiting. They had spent several candlemarks poised on the ledge of their weyr now, only stirring every thirty minutes or so to walk around and stretch their coiled muscles. Valleth crouched on the ledge like a wild wher getting ready to pounce on its prey. He was perfectly still; only his whirling eyes revealed his agitation. L'ven was next to him. He wore his anxiety more openly: he paced up and down the ledge.

They knew the moment was almost upon them.

But thinking nothing, nothing could go wrong

The Bronzepair had a Flight under their belt already. They knew how these things worked, but only an idiot wouldn't recognize the sheen of the Green's hide, wouldn't know what that signified.

And L'ven and Valleth were no idiots.

They were prepared for this. Valleth had eaten very lightly over the past several days-- just enough to make sure he would never want of fuel without burdening him. His metallic hide glowed nearly as much as Gneith's, as L'ven had been bathing and oiling him almost obsessively over the past sevenday. They had been training for this way back into Weyrlinghood. They'd gone to great pains to ensure that this would go perfectly. Nothing would go wrong.

Ooh now I know, she has the built in ability to take everything she sees
And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her

Valleth was staring intently at Gneith. The Green was still asleep, though it was now late in the morning and Hers had already gone to eat. Valleth knew that she would Rise whenever she woke because that's what females did. His heart was beating erratically, speeding up in excitement and nervousness whenever he thought of the moment to come. He was a confident dragon, but this moment was too important. L'ven, too, couldn't keep his stomach from lurching every time he thought of Lynx. That Greenpair was really something special. He stood near Valleth's head, giving the Bronze a firm rub on his eye ridge. She is close...

[/color] the Bronze said quietly, the first words he had spoken today. L'ven's throat closed up, and he swallowed nervously. He could only nod before starting to pace again.

Still, this was not like the last Flight, no. First of all, it was Lynx, and Gneith! He wanted to be here, he wanted this to happen. Valleth would have his full encouragement when he took to the skies. There would be no holding the Bronze back, only pushing him forward. Plus, L'ven thought wryly, a tight grin settling uncomfortably on his face for a moment, it was nice to know his dragon's intentions ahead of time...[/right]

She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
She reaches in and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart

Then, Valleth started so suddenly that L'ven jumped. The Bronze had seen Gneith stir, and the second her taloned feet had left her weyr, so had Valleth's. Valleth was never so focused. Never had anyone or anything captured his full attention for such a time span. All morning all of his senses had been finely attuned to the Green's. He knew her well. He was certain that this was it, a hypothesis that only took a few seconds to prove as Gneith dived for the herdbeasts.

The Bronze took to the skies and bugled powerfully, his voice deep, rich, and sonorous: the unmistakable cry of a King. He soared over the herdbeast pens but did not land to blood. He circled possessively in the space over Gneith, far enough away to be respectable but close enough not to let her forget he was there. He twisted and rolled through the air, warming his muscles. This was no Queen Flight; it was a short Green Flight. Agility, not endurance, would be the deciding factor, and the big Bronze did not have to worry about expending excess energy. He was ready.

He was ready for her.

Well I don't really know her, I only know her name
But she crawls under your skin, you're never quite the same
And now I know she's got something you just can't trust
Something mysterious
And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her!

L'ven was running flat-out towards Lynx's weyr. His vision was blurred by the sheer desire coursing through his body, but she seemed to draw him towards her. Feet pounded on warm stone erratically, coming dangerously close to the edges. He didn't see the ground. He didn't see the cliffs. He didn't see how dizzyingly high he was, how precariously he was balanced on the thin ridge for running so fast. All he saw was Lynx's weyr. Closer... and closer...

He burst into her room, chest heaving and cheeks red, but he didn't notice, or perhaps just didn't care, how disheveled he looked. He had taken great pains to Valleth's appearance over the past couple of days, ignoring his own. He didn't care-- it was Valleth that would do the Chasing, and Gneith that would do the Choosing.

He saw Lynx immediately, and he was instantly floored by her breathtaking beauty. She was always pretty, always attractive, but L'ven had never before had the privilege of seeing her in the throes of Flightlust. It was like seeing a whole new person. It was all L'ven could do to keep himself from jumping her that instant. And Gneith wasn't even off the ground yet.

She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
She reaches in and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart

Gneith cried out to the males, announcing her readiness and demanding they come to her. Valleth bugled again, his voice sliding neatly an octave below hers, letting the note resonate until she took off. He dove to the ground, letting gravity pull him into a short acceleration before he boomeranged, smoothly sliding into a long climb after his emerald prize. No momentum was lost in the change of course-- it was only gained. The Bronze threw his bulk around in only the most advantageous ways. He had been preparing for this day, training long and hard, practicing and perfecting the tightest twists and turns, the fastest starts and most nimble dives. He was always a good flier, but in Flight, he was at his best.

And flying for Gneith, well, few could rival the skills he planned to show off for her that day.

So she don't like losing, to her it's still a game
And though she will mess up your life
You want her just the same
And now I know
She has the built in ability
To take everything she sees
And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her

He was fire: warm and passionate, burning, stunning with a strange sense of grace. The Bronze's hide gleamed under Rukbat, the soft, light Bronze a wonderful complement to the Gneith's rich dark Green. The lean muscles strained as Valleth pushed himself to the utmost limit of his speed, but, woefully, it was nowhere near what was required to catch Gneith. The Bronze called to her again, his rumbling voice forming a simple, pretty melody, but he was not nearly as musical as the Iron next to him.

Iron! For a minute, Valleth thought of Detritath, who would not be far behind, and a drop of red tainted the bright purple of his eyes. He was here to finally have Gneith for himself, but he was also here to make sure that odious Iron kept his talons off of her. He was not worthy of such a prize, the cold-hearted beast! He was the ice to Valleth's fire.

But the Iron was not Detritath. Valleth ignored him-- Gneith was much more important. Gneith would not choose on who had the prettiest song. Valleth knew his Green. She was as tough as she was beautiful, as athletic as she was charming, and she'd put her males through the ultimate test before crowning the victor. Gneith had all their hearts in her viselike grip. She'd search carefully for the most worthy one before tossing the rest aside.

She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
She reaches in and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart

Valleth twisted in her small slipstream. Valleth had become large for his color but had retained much of his leanness-- more graceful than most Kings but lacking some of their brute strength. He bugled a few more times whenever her attention threatened to stray to the others, but remained fairly quiet otherwise. It was taking all the air he had just to somewhat keep up with her. Now was not the time to show off his prowess in the air. Gneith was asking for sheer speed alone, a tall order for the Kings Chasing her. Valleth had not thought it possible for him to fly this fast, but he was vying for Gneith's attentions. Going beyond the possible was not only something to strive for, it was something that had to be attained should he stand a chance.

Some invisible magnetic force seemed to be surrounding the Green. Valleth was following her at a pace that exceeded physical limitations. Had it been any other dragon, he would have fallen out of the sky by now. But not for Gneith. He was stretched to his upmost limit, and yet he'd found more, keeping up with her brutal pace.

She seems to have an invisible touch
She seems to have an invisible touch
She seems to have an invisible touch

He'd have Gneith.

He would win.

She demanded his best, and she would have it.

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Eeny Meeny Miny Mo! (Gneith`s First Flight!) May 14, 2010 1:02:33 GMT -5

Post by Admin on May 14, 2010 1:02:33 GMT -5

I'm running out of ways to make you see,
I want you to stay here beside me,
I won't be okay and I won't pretend I am,
So, just tell me today and take my hand.

His world was black. The depths of the lake were still his home, even though he found a new solace in the sky. Detritath, with him in his mind, waited for him on the shore, uninterested in swimming. K'ber floated more than a dozen feet below the surface, suspended in the water. His eyes were closed. At that depth, there wasn't anything to see. He listened to the pounding of his heart and the subtle words of his lungs. They never screamed when they wanted him to do something. They hadn't for turns. He slowly let out a trail of bubbles from his nose, feeling them tickle at his skin as they floated up to the surface. What was he doing? The question flickered through his mind, which was purposefully filled with a great deal of nothing. Practicing. He was always practicing. He never did anything. He turned his body in the water to dive deeper.

It is time. Three words. That was plenty of words for Detritath. He had known. He had known that Gneith would be rising soon. How couldn't he know? Her normally dark hide had brightened with an inner glow. He had seen it. Simply because he hadn't spoken to her as of late didn't mean that he hadn't seen it. He slowly rose, standing and stretching out his muscles in a patient manner. His head was turned so he could keep an eye on the shining green as she took off from her ledge. He didn't rush. He didn't expect her to wait for him, but he had to be perfectly ready. As he loosened his muscles, he began to tense them unconsciously again. His claws dug into the soft, loose ground underneath him. Finally, he launched himself into the sky. His wings snapped out wide and he flicked them down once. He glided, eyes intent, across the bowl.

K'ber tried to scrambled towards the surface. His expert training was forgotten as he rushed to try to escape the blackness. For once, he wanted to be free of the water. He wanted to fly. He needed to fly, with Detritath, high above where he was in the sky in order to win Gneith and Lynx. The emotions of the flight hadn't even really started to come to him and he was already disoriented. He didn't know where he was. He could feel the pull of Detritath leaving. He wanted to scream out into the water, but he managed to remember that such an action would be stupid. Suddenly, the water around him grew lighter. He felt his hands finally break through the surface of the lake. With a strong kick, he forced his head and shoulders into the air. It was only the still oddly calm mental presence of Detritath that made him pause. He had to think.

Once he slowly sucked air into his lungs with all the patience that he had, he struck out for the shore. His powerful body strained itself to go a little bit faster. He could afford to use up all of his strength in that sprint. He had to be first, and the only tax on him once the flight started would be emotionally. It was Detritath who had to save himself. Eventually, his hands found rocky, shifting ground and he pulled himself forward, until his feet scrambled on the silty bottom and he managed to stand. He surged up onto the shore, shedding water as he went. He didn't pause or tarry. He ran, a fierce determination lining his face and tracing its way through the heavy muscles of his body. He knew where her weyr was, especially with Detritath firm in his mind. The iron had often watched it, an ever present guardian when he wasn't torn away.

Detritath settled outside the fences of the herdbeast corrals as Gneith hit her first victim. He folded his wings neatly so that they were close enough to his body to not release any heat. While his muscles were still not yet truly warm, he no longer felt numb and cold inside. There was a fire, weak and controlled, as was only befitting of him, but definitely there. He tucked his feet beneath his bulky body, supporting himself with a refined ease. Long hard months of training had given him a landing that was no longer disgraceful. While he didn't walk upon the ground with any great ease, he could stand and hold himself in a manner that would give him every advantage. He could make no mistakes on that occasion. Gneith deserved no less than perfect. For her, he would strive for more than perfection. He would strive to achieve faraway dreams.

All of this had been a long time coming. Detritath wasn't interested in the chase. Female dragons held no particular interest to him. He was interested in the goal. Since his rider was invested in the outcome of the flight, so was he. His rider loved Laura, as he still called her in his mind out of the oddities of his logic and an even odder respect, and he loved Gneith. A dragon's love was not a normal thing. A dragon's mind transcends the limits of a human's mind. It isn't perfect, but it can do things that few can dream of something doing. Anything that it wills, it can do, and Detritath had long ago willed himself to love Gneth. By that time, as she rose into the sky, he loved her completely, and he would never stop loving her, even if how he could love her wasn't perfect. He never did anything without a firmness and an investment. He had made his choice.

Dragon lust finally began to hit K'ber as he continued stumbled on towards Lynx's weyr. His iron had kept it back at first, but it slowly began to seep in over his mind. Nothing could have prepared him for it, even the low beginning point which proceeded any true discourse in the event. He let out a low growl when he felt the presence of K'nan, obviously to the man's rank. None of that stuff mattered. He shuffled past the older male as he arrived, firmly establishing himself closer to Lynx, ignorant to L'ven. Shirtless, hair a mess, eyes darting, he was a fearsome sight. He was still awkward on land, despite weyrling training, and he was even more awkward with half of himself pulled away to do something else. He felt skinless and twisted, and he looked it. His expression was long gone, distracted from the start by the flight and hidden under his hair.

Despite his wild appearance, he looked at Lynx with wide eyes that came off more innocent, in the wondering, desperate, hopeful way they stared, than fierce as they focused on her. Faranth, how he loved her. He had liked her since the day he had met her. He had loved her since not long after that. He had fought with L'ven for her. He still fought with L'ven for her. He had tried to protect her. He had been a fool in front of her. He had smiled at her. The memories played through his mind, defying the lust, shaking its grip on him. He didn't understand the dragon lust, the thing so far beyond him that was still somehow a part of him. His eyes never left Lynx, even as other things played across his vision. Nothing could break her spell. Nothing could break her hold. The flight wasn't just about Gneith. It was about Lynx, and he saw that. He couldn't unsee it, unsee her.

Detritath could smell the blood and the fear off the herdbeasts. He could see the power in Gneith's form as she tore into the pitiful creatures, bleeding them dry. He saw another iron who thought himself fit to chase Gneith, moving to already set himself upon the beautiful green. Embraeth. His wingleader. Foolish iron, older as he was! Gneith was his to be lost and his to be won, in a proper contest, in a game that had long ago begun. Only Valleth could challenge him. Only Valleth had dared to do so before. He pressed the other competitor, other competitors, though he had not properly seen Valleth at that time, from his mind. He focused on Gneith as she hunted. He focused on finding fuel in the scent of the blood in the air, keeping all of his senses peaked. They felt raw, already strained but begging for more. For once, he desperately wanted.

Gneith called her challenge in her beautiful voice, the same voice, only changed so much by time, that he had heard when they had been the first two to hatch. Before that point, he had been silent. However, he tipped his head back and he answered her. He gave up on all else. He called only for her, and he used every ounce of breathe that he could find. His rider had taught him well. He knew how to breathe, better than any other dragon at Dalibor. He would show her. He would prove himself. Putting every bit of his stolid self into that moment, he let out out a trumpeting, deep, resonating bugle. He would chase her, and he wouldn't lose. He wouldn't lose her. He couldn't. For himself and his, he couldn't. He crouched, eyes intent on her. He was once again silent, but he was ready. He waited for her. He always would. He waited, and then he leaped.

We can't be to and fro like this all our lives,
You're the only way to me, the path is clear,
What do I have to say to you,
For God's sake, dear, for God's sake, dear.

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Eeny Meeny Miny Mo! (Gneith`s First Flight!) Jun 7, 2010 20:18:20 GMT -5

Post by Kila on Jun 7, 2010 20:18:20 GMT -5

YuMine, what’s wrong?

It was a normal day for Y’nis and Yusriyath. They didn’t associate with many people in the Weyr. As they had in their first, they bore a stigma that drove people away. The people of Dalibor would never forget the losses that they had taken at the hand of the renegades. The idiocy of their leader had brought on a conflict that went far beyond what was allowed- dragons had fought dragons, and people had died. So it was this instead of the color of Yusriyath’s hide that kept them apart from the other weyrfolk.

This division was nowhere near reason enough to cause the Purple pair despair, however. As a team, Yu and Y’nis were optimistic, resilient, and light-hearted. They always saw the best in life and in others, and if they were unhappy, they changed things so that they were. So on this “normal” day, the two were out prancing about on the rim. Their little explorative hike had turned into something similar to a walk-off. Y’nis, rock in his riding boot, had done a little jig and played it off as purposeful. Intrigued, Yusriyath had tried to imitate him, teasing his rider and enjoying the silly exercise. Y’nis countered until the two were hopping and strutting about like lunatics, ignorant and indifferent to the opinions of any of the Dalibor weyrfolk who saw them.

The fun and games grew quickly to a halt, however. Yu, what is it? Y’nis asked curiously when the Purple froze and suddenly became alert. The deep swirls of purple that began to creep in his eyes were answer enough. Oh. Yusriyath had chased many females before, rising almost as often as every female rose, but he had yet to catch a single dame. The stakes were not high to him, and the losses were brushed off easily. The two could entertain themselves easily on their own. Who is it? he asked, his eyes snapping to the Green that descended upon the herdbeast below. Gneith; Yusriyath crooned, his mental voice tinged with awe and excitement. The lust was there too, the telltale emotion of a flight. While even his chases were light-hearted, flightlust was one of the only sobering emotions that the two felt.

Get her, Yu! Y’nis said fuzzily as he began to make his way to Lynx’s weyr. She was a stranger to him, but he was drawn to her as though she were the brightest light of Pern. He was so engrossed in the idea of finding her, in fact, that he didn’t notice the two other dragons in the sky. Mighty Kings! A Bronze and an Iron, young but strong and intent on a win. Yusriyath noted them, but he did not bother with them. They were his competition, but his attention was honed only on her. He loved her, he adored her! How could one not? She could not blame him for not loving her before because they had never met, but oh how he did now! He was not serious, he was fun and honest, and his heart was on his hide. He returned her bugle with a powerful but adoring one of his own. He was here! He took to the sky after her and called again, loudly, lovingly. He would chase, and he would do his all! He may not be as strong as the Kings before him, but how could she not at least notice his sincerity? He would sing to her, he would do his best.

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Eeny Meeny Miny Mo! (Gneith`s First Flight!) Jun 9, 2010 0:18:05 GMT -5

Post by kia on Jun 9, 2010 0:18:05 GMT -5

In, out, in, out... Lynx could feel her chest moving outwards and inwards as she breathed deeply, her mind with Gneith in the air yet on the ground with her true body. Her heart never sounded so much louder in her head than it did now. So this was how a Flight felt like. She closed her eyes, her vision switching over to the visions from Gneith`s eyes, and smiled. It felt nice, this rising sense of pleasure, coming over her and threatening to fill her to the brim. She spread her arms, mimicking the spread of Gneith`s wings, and and stood there to enjoy the feeling. The sky was above her, the land was below her, and Pern laid out before with no boundaries to stop her. Well, except for Gneith`s wings, but she was not sure how long they would last. She poured her energy into Gneith, urging the Green on more, faster, farther, higher, to as much as she could. She breathed in deeply again, as if she were breathing in the fresh air of the clouds. Her heart continued to pound in her head. Dun-dum, dun-dum, dun-dum. Her blood pulse was quickening as she felt the thrill of the Flight take a new turn.

Gneith was not going to make this easy for any of her suitors. She was Gneith, the largest AND the fastest (something she greatly prided herself in) Green dragon of Dalibor Weyr. Her Rider had seen to that. Ever since Gneith had learn to fly, Lynx had been up with sunrise to down with sunset to make sure the dragon could with the greatest speed, skill, and dexterity of any Green dragon alive. The duo would be often found in the fields around Dalibor, Lynx running on her feet, Pretty flying slightly ahead of Lynx, and Gneith above the girl, enjoying the sun, wind, and weather. Whenever Lynx rode on Gneith, she would check over Gneith`s riding straps over and over to make sure that she would be safe while Riding. With the constant urging of Lynx, Gneith would go faster and faster in the sky, spreading her wings to the limit and flying as fast as she could. Greens may not be known for endurance, but with learning how to be a fast flier, Gneith had gain a little endurance. She would keep true to her color`s ability, a fast flier, but she would not only be able to outfly all Greens on Pern but also stay in the air for a slightly longer time than all as well. But this endurance would not be too noticeable. In earth time, she could probably stay in the air an extra five minutes longer than all Greens.

Gneith called out to all the males, but she made her call for two particular males: Detritath and Valleth. The Bronze and Iron had been in constant battle over the attentions of her. Several times she had to question whether or not that these males had any true interest in her and they only pursued in her for their Rider`s sakes. But both males had proven their worth in time, both Iron and Bronze seeking only the best for this Green who had heart. She had been made at them both several times before as well, Detritath for seeming so distant and Valleth for chasing that Orange dragon earlier. Both dragons she held dear to her heart. Whoever the winner of this Flight would never change the fact that she loved both dragons. But this would be the beginning for a beautiful love to bloom further into something more. Lynx`s love was on the fence her, but Gneith`s love was too. She would love them both, but one would simply end up being her weyrmate as a result of this Flight.

They called. They answered. But it was not just Valleth and Detritath. No, there were two others that followed and called after her. She turned her head, her eyes spotting the brightest suitor in her group: Yusriyath. The Purple had seen her and wanted a chance to Chase her and become a worthy suitor. Maybe Valleth or Detritath would not be her winner. The decision was hers alone or until she slowed down and was caught. She heard him bugle, announcing his status that he wished to Chase. The next bugle that she picked up was from another Iron in the group: Embraeth. Another King desired to Chase her, to be a suitor in this Flight, to have at least a chance as any to become her weyrmate. Both new males were sincere in their actions and Gneith`s kind heart could not send them away. Certainly this Flight was also a battle for Valleth and Detritath, but this Flight was Gneith`s Flight overall. It was she who would be the main center of attention. She and she alone would capture these male`s eyes. She bugled back to the newcomers, welcoming them, and wishing them luck.

Her eyes moved across the the group, landing on Valleth, the Bronze who desired to be her knight in shining hide. He understood that this Flight would not be about endurance but about speed. And right he was with each flap of Gneith`s wings took her faster and further towards Western Continent. The next dragon that she finally set her eyes on was Detritath, the cool, calm, collected King dragon who always sought to protect her and help her. He had always been a quiet dragon, but today he was letting his love be known. She had truly wondered if he truly loved her. Did he force himself to love because of his Rider? She wanted true love, love that developed from the heart and mind, no something you forced yourself into. She bugled back at them, her two males. No matter what, they were males. She was not a braggy dragon, but somewhere deep inside her she felt a sense of pride of having the two King dragons of her group constantly striving for her attentions. She crooned to the sky, her song letting the others know that she wanted true love, a love where she could feel secure in.

The sight of Valleth and Detritath in Gneith`s mind caused Lynx to open her own eyes. She felt them close, nearby, watching her and her movements. She turned her head, smiling at K`ber and L`ven, her arms still outstretched. They must find her a ridiculous sight, sanding on her dragon ledge, her arms stretched away from the body, pretending that she was flying through the sky. But this felt so wonderful to her. She wanted to beckon them over to her, to come closer to her so she could hug them both. But she knew better than that. She had to wait or else the flightlust might take further control in her. It was a sad sight, seeing them at a distance from her. She was so use to them being so close her, so close she could touch them, hug them, kiss their cheeks, wrap an arm around their arm, and lacing her fingers with one them. Her smile was sweet, gentle, pleasant, and innocent. Like Gneith, she would always love K`ber and L`ven both. No one could replace them in her hearts. She felt... comfortable with both of them. She could only hope that by the end of this Flight that even though one would be her weyrmate that the other would still be willing to be her friend.

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Eeny Meeny Miny Mo! (Gneith`s First Flight!) Jun 12, 2010 21:08:01 GMT -5

Post by Admin on Jun 12, 2010 21:08:01 GMT -5

Just for a minute,
The silver forked sky,
Lit you up like a star,
That I will follow.

There was no one as beautiful as Lynx. K'ber stared at her through hazy eyes. The light framed her perfectly as she stood out on her ledge, arms outstretched to the sky. He knew her every feature, though hardly well enough. The twinkle of her eye. The feeling of her palm in his. Weren't they a match? Couldn't she feel it? Lust and confusion pounded through him, but he could feel it. She was all that he wanted. All that he needed. It didn't matter how much Detritath wanted Gneith, he just wanted her. Why couldn't she see that? Why couldn't she feel that? She knew her own beauty. She knew that they both cared, L'ven and him. That was part of what he loved about her. She had always been his friend, since they were candidates, but she was too beautiful for that. Too perfect. There was no woman, no person, as perfect in design as Lynx.

Laura. That thought interceded his own, that idea of her name that he had not even learned from her. Urgh, why did Detritath even insist on calling her that when she was not about? It was hard to argue with the iron in that moment, but his thoughts, rather pure and innocent in nature, chose to question his bulky, hulking dragon nonetheless. His thoughts, in turn, answered him, straight from the horse's mouth. Did he not think it pretty too? The name that someone had thought once to give her? Yes, yes, he did; any name of hers was pretty. Detritath would call her and Gneith whatever they wanted to be called, but they could think to acknowledge everything about them, couldn't they? Suddenly feeling free, made light with realization, K'ber smiled, just a little smile. He continued to drip water on the floor, out of place yet finally at home as well.

There was no one as beautiful as Gneith. She was the deepest green, most definitely the strongest and the swiftest. She was not any Queen, but there was a point to that. What she did was not for the betterment of the Weyr. It was for herself, though she had her own loyalty. She wanted love for herself. Detritath knew who she was. He could see her, striving through the sky before him. They had been the first hatch. The two of them had been the first to hatch at Dalibor. They were the future, were they not? Perhaps, in the end, their quest wouldn't so personal. Her quest. His quest. They were not quite yet one. Gneith demanded loyalty. She deserved it. He gave her his loyalty. He gave all he had to the green goddess before him. No other green, gold, or gray could match Gneith. He had seen her prowess. He knew that to be true.

The others thought themselves worthy, but Detritath knew that to be untrue. He knew, rationally, that he may just lose to Valleth, but none of the others could usurp them, because Gneith had sense to her, didn't she? He could see it in her motions, hidden deeply in her calls. Embraeth and Yusriyath had never done anything for her! Never! He would not let them win! Never would he! Fire lanced through his veins, a fire in his ichor. The very thought of one them winning her, of even Valleth, flirty and finicky Valleth, winning her, filled him with anger. Rage. It was cool fury, temperate and moderate for all its strength. They were not worthy of her. Why did they think to try and fly her? He could not see the sense in their choices and actions, but, then again, all he could really see right then was Gneith. She filled his vision, filled every aspect of his swirling eyes.

When Lynx turned to look at him, K'ber smiled back at her, desperate to be closer but holding himself back. He ignored the presence of L'ven by him, ignored the fact that she was smiling at him too. No jealousy. No deceit. That was what was right. He couldn't bring himself to hate right then. He couldn't bring himself to remember right then. Those moments there were about the future, and, though the past built the future, he didn't have the thoughts to spare with concerns for what had been. He had to win because he had to win. All he knew right then was that Lynx was perfect, smiling at him like the most beautifully real angel, framed by the blue sky and pure light. She had always been the wild one. Gneith had always been her perfect match. He had been so happy for her when she'd Impressed. He felt liked he'd always known since then.

Suddenly, there was a wave of doubt. Maybe he really wasn't good enough for her. It was possible. Despite the confidence he had gained as a wingsecond and Kingrider, despite the courage he had gathered in constantly squabbling with L'ven, he was the still the same quiet boy he had always been inside. He was the shy one, the sweet and moral one. When he wasn't pressed, he would never be bold or brash. He would love her. K'ber would love Lynx to the ends of the earth, but he never be assured. Not around her. With her, perhaps, but not around her. She made him nervous. Silly. It was all so ridiculous and he knew it and he loved it. That was all he could do. Love her. Love the flight for its feelings. Still, the doubts clouded his mind with worry. What if he didn't win? What if he wasn't good enough? What if, in the end, he all he did was end up losing her forever?

Detritath felt no such doubts or concerns. Her forged onward, chasing Gneith across the sky, disregarding the ground that was flying by below them. He answered her bugles over and over again, each and every one of them. Her crooned song was beautiful, but he voice was too deep to match it, too rough around the edges to manage such a sound. Focused on flying, he swept his wings in broad strokes, carrying himself higher and higher as he allowed thermals to push him forward. The wind was his friend, though he felt no feelings for it; Gneith was his guide. His muscles strained with each motion, but he still had more than enough strength left in his body to continue. Each stroke of his wings was precise. His tail twisted neatly in the air like a silver sword, testing it for turbulence and updrafts. The burly iron moved completely and utterly with purpose.

Since long before that flight, Detritath had known his reasons. His intentions. From the moment he had been born, since he had marched straight up to his chosen rider, his K'ber, he had acted in a certain way. He did things with confidence and purpose. Thus, he flew after Gneith without any doubts. He knew what he was doing. At first, there had been the considerations, but that had been way back when. That had been when he had simply been considering his rider's feelings. By that point, he knew. He had to win, because he loved Gneith. He flew with all his heart and soul, with all of his body and mind. He flew for her. The feelings of the flight were distinct, not quite his own, a bit K'ber's, a bit the world's, but he also knew that he did love Gneith. His feelings would not change. No matter what her choice was, he would love her until Pern's end.

I want to see you,
As you are now,
Every single day,
That I am living.

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Eeny Meeny Miny Mo! (Gneith`s First Flight!) Jun 13, 2010 20:47:24 GMT -5

Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Jun 13, 2010 20:47:24 GMT -5

I remember you
Do you remember me too?

Dragons have notoriously poor memories. Valleth was no exception to that rule. He'd forgotten what had happened during the majority of their Weyrling lessons. He'd forgotten most of what had happened during the last two Hatchings. He'd forgotten the name of that Orange he'd Chased long ago. However, that last one might have fallen victim to selective memory more than anything.

Nevertheless, there were things he'd never forget. He remembered his Hatching, when he'd first laid eyes on Gneith. Then there was a long haze until he'd grown up a little bit. Precocious as he'd been, realization had not turned into amazement had not turned into infatuation had not turned into love until several months later. He remembered crystal clear that wonderful day when they and Theirs had been alone, and they had flown together. Did she remember that day, too?

Born on the 14th of July
The smell of roses made her cry
And though you’re going far from home
Rest assured you’re not alone

They were far into the Flight now, chasing her fiercely over the wild, untamed expanses of the western continent. The mountain that housed Dalibor Weyr was all but out of sight, should any of the dragons care to look back, which none of them did. There were too many of them out here. Had Valleth had his way, it would be just him and Gneith. No, it would be wrong to have Detritath excluded. Victory was going to be that much sweeter because his triumph would also be Detritath's defeat.

Unfortunately, two other deluded suitors had joined the ranks. It was a fairly big Flight now. Valleth took not even a second to look around him and see who else had decided to try feebly to take Gneith away from him. There was a second Iron, who he'd seen earlier and mistaken for Detritath, but this one was lighter, older... Embraeth. Then, there was a Purple... the renegade! The Iron didn't worry Valleth in the slightest, but the Purple caused him some unease, just because he was far smaller and much quicker. In a typical Greenflight, winning would have been easy for him. However, Valleth's fears were assuaged when he laid eyes on Gneith once again, where they belonged. She was not stupid. No ex-renegade could hold a candle to him, or even to Detritath. No, no... this contest was between him and his clutchmate only.

'Cause I would give everything that I own
I’d give you my heart and this skin and these bones
The sun, the moon, the earth, the sky
I’d never even stopped to wonder why

Gneith was relentless in her ferocious sprint through the air. Valleth was straining now to keep up with her. He had always been straining, but his muscles were beginning to protest. They were not built for this, this extraordinary effort to throw his heavy body at blinding speeds through the air. But, still, he easily ignored what his body was telling him. He inched further ahead, determined to put himself at the forefront of the other suitors. His hearts threatened to beat out of his chest, strained by exertion and adrenaline, and his wingsails felt close to being torn off, having never ripped through the air at speeds like this. Still, Valleth didn't care. He would show Gneith that he was the only one capable of nearly matching her. Only he was worth a second (and third and fourth) glance.

I would do anything
I would give everything
to be your everything

Still, Valleth was worried. He was giving her all he had, but he wasn't sure that was enough at the moment. All he had shown was a mediocre display of speed and tenacity. He wanted to show off for her! He was sure that the Flight was nowhere near its finish-- he was not going to attempt anything if Gneith was near her moment of choosing. After deducing that, Valleth swept off course, pointing his nose to the air and soaring even further upward, far above the rest of the group. He lost several of his hard-won dragonlengths in the process, but it was necessary. He was high above them. He hated being so far from Gneith, but he had to do something to distinguish himself. His wings were aching now, but he had literally gone above and beyond the others. The air was thin up here. Each breath was painful.

But if ever you should stray
Just sing along and I will play
Look into your hands
I’m slipping through them
Like a tiny grain of sand

He calculated the moment precisely. He stayed above them, far above their heads but just close enough to remain a presence and a serious threat in this Flight. He let his large shadow eclipse those below him. It was difficult, so difficult, to Chase her from so far away, both physically and mentally, but he would not let himself be defeated because he lacked the creativity to do anything but follow doggedly after her. She had to be close to choosing now. Now was the moment to make his mark! He had been silent, but now he roared, proclaiming his desire. Then, he tucked his wings to his sides and barrel rolled, falling out of his position high in the sky.

I remember you do you remember me too
Seems like such a long, long time
Since I held you near and called you mine

Gravity was wonderful. With no effort at all, he accelerated. He was not falling straight down any more. He had spread his wings once more and angled towards Gneith. He flew, faster and faster, gravity helping him make up the distance he'd lost in his climb. Was that gravity or was that just the pull of Gneith? Unfortunately, the resilient Green was too fast for him-- he would not manage to align his trajectory with Gneith's and end this Flight here and now. Well, all the better. He'd prefer to be the chosen than the captor, anyway. He momentarily toyed with the idea of knocking Detritath out of the air, but decided against it. Detritath was too large to be derailed that easily.

'Cause I would give everything that I own
I’d give you my heart and this skin and these bones
The sun the moon the earth the sky a brand new car that you and I could drive

The wind was in his ears, the sun was in his eyes, but only Gneith was in his heart. He plummeted, his body moving fast but his mind moving faster. They had to be approaching that final moment. He was level with her, but he kept falling for a fraction of a second more, finally straightening himself out a good few dragonlengths below her. The message was clear. He was ready to catch her should she decide to fall for him. He didn't know how long he had left before she chose, so he flung himself forward again. His wings protested loudly, threatening to be wrenched right off of his shoulders, but he continued, pushing himself at a blistering rate, trying to inch ahead of the other three once again. He began to sing with what little air he had left, leaving nothing to chance. Gneith would notice him. She had to.

I would do anything
I would give everything

L'ven and Valleth were of one soul now. They were together outside, pumping their wings as one entity, chasing after the stunning, awe-inspiring, breath-taking Gneith. Everything that had happened between them and the Greenpair, between them and the loathesome Ironpair, over the past Turns came to a head here. Several long Turns of desire and competition would finally be decided now. It was terrifying. Their futures would be completely decided by a lustful Green dragon. There would be no turning back after this point-- if they lost, would there even be hope for the next Flight? But if they won? Neither could imagine the joy of finally, finally having the Greenpair as weyrmates. They had given Gneith and Lynx only their best. It was time to see if their everything would be good enough.

To be your everything
Everything

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Eeny Meeny Miny Mo! (Gneith`s First Flight!) Jun 15, 2010 0:51:24 GMT -5

Post by kia on Jun 15, 2010 0:51:24 GMT -5

The sun was beginning to set, and while this Flight had not been as long as a Queen`s Flight, it had gone on long enough. The Green dragon of the skies began to feel the pressure of her wings dragging her some. She was slowing down slightly, tensions rising, confusion and fear beginning to spread in some hearts, and questions racing from one end to the other. Who would she choose? Who would become her weyrmate? It could almost be said that before a Flight, a dragoness had in mind who she wanted to be her weyrmate: Someone strong, powerful, capable, and determined. Gneith was one of the rare who did not know who she wanted before this Flight. She wanted Detritath and Valleth. She wanted them to come and chase her. She wanted them to show her how they felt and to help sway her decisions. And they had come, both of them, in competition, to chase her, to swoon her, to show her that they were here and loyal to her. She could not have asked for anything more other than their current presence. But a new wave of feelings was coming of the dragon, feelings that surprised even the Green dragoness.

Lynx stood below still; her heart pounding loudly; her arms, hands, and fingers were beginning to shake lightly; the hair on her body standing on end; her legs crying out in pain from standing still in one position for too long. Her smiled faded as she felt Gneith`s end coming sooner and clearer. Would Gneith decide for her? Were their decisions one and the same? They were one in Flight, one in heart, one in mind, and one in step. They always agreed, and Lynx had never once doubted. Lynx began to shake a little more. Doubt was filling her. She loved K`ber and L`ven. Love them both to the end of time. She always would and will no matter the decisions, but now she was beginning to get scared of the ending. She did not want to choose, and she was now cursing herself for putting these two, kind, loving men through sorrow. She loved Gneith, loved Impressing her, but why did the Green have to Rise? She hated the pain she was putting K`ber and L`ven through. She wanted only their love, friendship, more, but knew she could not have it all from both. She doubted neither one would be willing to share.

Valleth dove. Detritath called. The two Kings were proclaiming their love in forms that she never knew. Neither of them knew no bounds in what they would use and do in proving that either one was the worthier of the two. Like Lynx, her heart was breaking with the knowledge that was to come. Would the other continue to stay her friend even after the Flight had passed? Would either of them hold it over her for not choosing them? Would they shun her, hate her, push her away? A slightly blue mixed into the purple of Gneith`s eyes, bringing them to a more indigo-lavender color. She crooned to them both, telling them, reminding them both, with how much she loved and adored them. They were not just Kings by rank and birth, they were Kings in her heart and mind. She would never hate them. She cried with thought of breaking one of their hearts. She had once thought this before, and she thought it again: If dragons could cry tears, then this dragon would cry right now.

Lynx felt the powerful feelings coming over her with endless waves. The woman became paralyzed with the same thoughts as the dragon. Her shaking continued, with some renewed energy, as her sight that she retained on the ground became blurred and wavy. Her eyes watered with the first set of tears. She knew why she was crying. She did not hate it nor did she wish for the tears to stop. These tears were sincere in thought and form. They proclaimed how she felt at the moment. She watched L`ven and K`ber through her watery eyes, numb to all feeling except for their presence. Y`nis and K`nan, Faranth bless them, had come from Flightlust to seek Lynx`s approval. But, in her heart, she knew that neither one of them would end up in her bed today. This Flight had been a test not only for K`ber and L`ven but for her as well. There should be no wrong choice, but she felt like she might make the wrong choice. She had to follow her heart. She needed to listen to it.

This should have been their happy day, the day when they would finally become twined in neck and body with their new Weyrmates. But both of them were crying, pouring out their hearts on Pern, and seeking for the answers. The answers would lie only in one place, the one place that both of them needed to start looking to now more than ever at this moment. Dragon and Rider, one and the same, flying high in the sky and holding firm to the ground, pried deep within themselves and into their hearts. Dun dum, dun dum, dun dum. Their heart sung with love. Dun dum, dun dum, dun dum. Their bodies were just tools that danced to the love song inside of them. Dun dum, dun dum, dun dum. The blood brought life to their limbs that helped them to move. Dun dum, dun dum, dun dum. They loved, they wanted to be loved, and they would be loved. Dun dum, dun dum, dun dum. They would cry for a moment, laugh in the future, smile at their happiness, and hurt for a moment. Dun dum, dun dum, dun dum. This Flight was at its end.

Mine, I have made up my mind, Gneith spoke, freeing Lynx from her spell for a moment.

You have, have you not? Lynx replied, her mind being filled with Gneith`s answer.

Yes, and you know your answer now, do you not?

I do. But I will be breaking one of their hearts.

They will both always love you. If they were true friends and once something special or more, then they should always love you for who you are.

The same goes for you. For once, dragon and human logic coexist as one and the same here.

But will we? Are we? You know my decision, and I can see deep down where your decision lies.

Could you deal with the future when Callistath Rises? You know he will Chase her. Could you put up with that? No matter which you choose, they will both Chase.

I could as long as he returns back to me and acknowledges me as a truer Queen than she in his heart, I can deal with it.

Then it is time, Gneith, love, Lynx said, tears pouring down her eyes. You have always made me proud. I am proud to be you lifemate.

The same goes for you. I am proud to be yours as well. We are in this together.

Gneith pulled back some, bringing her speed down. She moved closer and closer to the males, keeping her distance some and still showing that her decision had been made. She crooned to Yuriyath and Embraeth, thanking them for participating in her Flight, but letting them know that this Flight had always been between Detritath and Valleth. If she had been scared, too scared in hurting them and breaking their hearts, she might have gone with either one, releasing the two other Kings from her spell. But she had decided. The decision would fall onto one of the two Kings that she had always felt something for. There was a bond stronger in her to Valleth and Detritath that would prevent her from falling off her path. She thanked the other Iron and Purple and swiftly moved away from them both, closer to Detritath and Valleth, staying in the middle of them both, about to move onto her decision.

Lynx moved from where she stood. Her legs had not numbed too much to prevent her movement of walking towards the men that stood outside her weyr. The tears had stopped, but the red streaks had stayed to show where they had fallen. She looked at Y`nis and K`nan, giving them a look that in the same way Gneith had thanked their dragons for coming. But her look also told them that beyond this, her attention would only be on the two boys of her dreams. She turned and looked at L`ven and K`ber, blinking, wiping away one of her tears, and trying her best to smile in that gentle way she so often used with them in private. “I love you both, L`ven and K`ber. And I apologize for hurting you both in the past. I was wrong to string both of you along, but I refused to ignore my heart. I love you both, and kept you both at my sides, but always causing constant conflict between you both. I am so sorry for that. And… and I hope that when this is over, than who ever I do not pick will still be my friend. My best friend. You two are close to my heart. And if the person who does not… turns me away, ignores me, hates me, I will feel like death took me. I am not going to lie about my feelings, and I hope that either of you will keep me in your hearts forever, even I am not the one for the other.” When she finished speaking, her hand moved out toward her winner.

Gneith crooned once more, her wings taking her closer and closer to her winner. She called out to the other, the one she moved farther away, and reminded him of her love. She wanted to be their friend forever. She would continue to cheer him on to further and better things. No, she was not going to hold the other back anymore. The other needed to spread his wings and fly to something better. And if him continued to think she was the best for him, she would always be here. She loved her new Weyrmate, but she could be making the wrong decision. But, right now, she felt like she was making the best decision and she felt like the whole world was cheering her on. Her decision had been made and she was not turning back from it. She would try her best to be loyal unlike some Greens. She would not be lumped into that group of picky Greens. She would try until the end. And if it did not work out, at least she could say she tried. She moved closer to her winner, allowing her neck and wings become entwined with his as she called out his name…

Lynx gently took the hand of her chosen winner and pulled him just as gently into her weyr. She smiled up at him, her eyes full of love. There were still tears threatening to come forth, but she was feeling happy once again. Her eyes were on him now and only him. She had felt drawn to this one. This one needed her, she believed, like she needed him. He would be good to her, she knew. He would be loyal to her and be there for her. She would be loyal to him. They would have fun. She felt like they were meant to be together. Whenever they would have problems, they would always have each other. She reached up and kissed him, letting her lips lock with his in a kiss that would just be the beginning of more kisses and future happiness. Her arms moved to wrap around his warm body as they were pressed together. This was her happiness. She gave a light sigh as she looked up at…

Detritath.

L`ven.

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Eeny Meeny Miny Mo! (Gneith`s First Flight!) Jun 15, 2010 8:56:04 GMT -5

Post by Admin on Jun 15, 2010 8:56:04 GMT -5

We all make sacrifices.
Sacrifices for those that we love.
I wish I could give you hope.
But there is no greater love . . .

K'ber could dimly hear Lynx talking to him and L'ven. Apologizing. Explaining herself. It felt like she was a world away. Friend? Heart? Wait, what were they talking about? In the end, he gave a little noise somewhere between a breath and a grunt as a response to what she had said. He didn't know how she could say so much. All he knew was that he had to win. His heart went a million paces a minute just for her. It took his breath away. How was he supposed to speak when he didn't have an ounce of air to spare? All of the emotions and feelings of the flight left him a haze, confused and dazed in wonder. The sky surrounded him, even though he still had both of his feet on the ground. He basked in how amazing the flight was, because Detritath would never do any such thing. It was his job to be lost. It was his job to be happy. It was his job just to be.

The flight was coming to an end. Gneith was moving towards them. Detritath swung his wings around, halting his progress so he could watch her as she turned. Though she sang out to Valleth, she did not move towards the bronze. She did not move towards the purple or the other iron. He watched her motions with the utmost care. On either side of him, his wings strained to keep him aloft, but he waited with a boundless patience. The flight had been a test, a beautiful test, but he still had more than enough strength to carry on for a million more miles. He would fly to the stars, though that was an entirely preposterous idea, for her. Anything for her. All of a sudden, wings brushed his, breaking the practiced beat that he'd had going. His hide touched that of another. Finally, she called out a name and he heard it. With all his heart and his soul, he heard it.

His name. He was her winner! With a sonorous cry, Detritath wrapped his neck around hers. They were intertwined, pressed against each other in the sky. Though his wings had become useless, he did not care. Falling from the sky with her was the most beautiful thing in the world. All of his strength fled his body, only to come surging back a hundred fold. No other had been chosen to be her winner. It had been him! No Valleth. No other unworthy soul. Still dimly aware of some thought and reason, he took enough care to keep her safe. However, he threw himself wholeheartedly into the art of falling, the very feeling of the wind against his back and entangled wings making him feel like he was finally alive. He felt complete, wrapped up in the gratifying embrace of Gneith's wings and neck. Though he was so much bigger than her, it felt perfect.

It took K'ber a moment to realize that Lynx hadn't chosen him. He reached out, trying to copy the movements of his dragon in the sky, so faraway from them, only to find nothing. Slowly, his vision cleared, the use of his eyes becoming necessary. He was forced to look at the sight of Lynx with someone else. L'ven. Staring at him with love in her eyes. Kissing him. Someone who wasn't him. L'ven. K'ber recoiled, blinking, trying to clear his vision and make the sight in front of him disappear. It didn't go away and his stomach twisted violently. The haze wanted him to come back and fall into its embrace as if nothing was wrong, but where was he supposed to go? He was no longer in the sky, free from the boundaries of the ground. His body screamed for him to do something, but his mind just went blank. Mouth hanging open, he stood there, motionless.

Gneith. Detritath sang her simple, beautiful name with utter happiness, answering her call to him with a slowness that felt utterly fitting to him. They were already falling, already intertwined with each other so that they could no longer fly. Somewhere far below him, the ground called out to him, beckoning him home, congratulating him for his success. However, he felt perfectly at home in the embrace of his green goddess's wings. His. Yes, she was his now. She had chosen him. How else could things play out that she was not his? He felt nothing but completion as he surged through the air in wingless flight, quickly growing ignorant of the ground. For all that he cared, they could have been flying. It was simply by the due course of nature and gravity that they were falling. Together. Detritath was the champion and victor of Gneith.

It hurt. Faranth, it hurt. K'ber didn't have any place where he could run. Trapped in his body, trapped in his feelings, he sank to the floor with a whimper, a shriek of pain buried somewhere in his chest. He didn't have the breath to let it out. He didn't have the strength for it. Once again, he was blind, but it was too late. The damage had already been done. Cold and rejected when he needed her most, K'ber began to cry, tears slipping down his cheeks. It would have been easier if Gneith hadn't picked Detritath, if she had just selected Valleth. Instead, he had to deal with all of the feelings of the flight without any place to put them. The hole in his chest, though rapidly expanding, wasn't big enough to make it all go away. He wasn't numb. He was just in pain. Some part of him had died, leaving a broken mess where his chest should have been.

She didn't love him. Liar. She could speak. She could choose. He could do neither. He had loved her, and what was he supposed to do now that she had chosen another? It didn't matter if she wanted him to be her friend. Not then. Not in that moment. The lust remained in his body, but it was it was slowly beginning to fade, leaving him with nothing at all. No place to go. No hope in sight. Not even an ounce of desperation. If Gneith had picked Valleth too, he could have understood, but she hadn't. Lynx's choice was her own. She had used him. She at least had the sense, that beautiful sense of hers that he suddenly missed so much because he might just not see it ever again if he couldn't find the breath to live, to know that she had used him, but that didn't change the fact that she had done it. What was he supposed to do with empty words?

K'ber had grown up in a house of women, a house of women that he no longer spoke to. Domineering, controlling, mean, aggressive women. Lynx was supposed to be better than that. She was supposed to be perfect. Instead of living all of his hopes and dreams for once in his life, he got to see all of his beautiful, perfect visions crumble before his eyes. Everything she had ever said to him, it suddenly meant nothing. It was all just pain. The lust was dying quickly. Detritath's happiness could do nothing to dull the stabbing pain in his chest. Why did she hate him? She had given him words since they had met. Her assurance that they should be friends meant nothing. Nothing. He was just nothing to her. He was just the blackhole in his chest. Why did she hate him? Why couldn't he feel right? Why did it feel like everything was dying inside of him?

"Liar;" K'ber whispered. He didn't have the heart to scream. He didn't have the heart to care if she heard. His voice came out broken and cracked. He had just enough breath for that. Relentless tears continued to slide down his cheeks, dripping onto the stone floor of her weyr. Though he thought he felt her there, just out of his reach, he wasn't even sure that she was there at all anymore. He couldn't see straight. Think straight. Live straight. Liar. All he felt was the lies. "Liar;" he repeated, though he said it no louder than he had before. He had to do something and crying just wasn't quite enough for him right then. In fact, it didn't really help him at all. If he could have tasted right then, he would have tasted salt on his lips. As it were, he couldn't really feel his tongue. It felt like lead in his mouth, poisoning him even further. Why did she have to lie?

Detritath felt triumphant, his own feelings washing out his rider's within him as he fell from the sky intertwined with Gneith. However, a pain in his chest quickly started to development. Heartache. Heartbreak. He could not keep his rider's emotions at bay for too long and they quickly began to mingle with his own. Despite the sadness that began to mix with his triumph and happiness, he stayed with Gneith. He continued to fall with her, limbs and neck locked with hers. How could his love's rider have chosen someone other than his rider? Still far gone in his own lust, he had trouble understanding how the events could be separate. It felt so good to fall with her, but it didn't feel right with some piece of him breaking inside of him. It didn't make any sense to him. There wasn't any logic to it. Where was all the sense and logic he knew to be true?

At the end of their dive, Detritath broke off, pulling his wings free of Gneith's to keep from crashing. He hovered there for a moment, looking at her with softly swirling eyes. He seemed calm, but he was truly much more conflicted than he was acting. He did not want to behave rashly, but he felt like he was at war with himself. The green beauty in front of him was so beautiful that it was hard to look away, but her beauty and joy were only one of a few factors in what was happening to him. In the end, it didn't take him too long to make his choice. He didn't have that much time to spare. The throbbing in his chest wouldn't stop. Gneith was wrong. Her rider was wrong. They were mistaken. The choice had been left to the flight and then that had turned out to be a lie. He could accept many things, but the drowning in his chest could not be rectified.

I do hope you know that I will never speak to you again, unless duty should require it of me. I will not speak to you or Laura. The hulking iron spoke with cool vehemence. It was the only time that he had consciously and purposefully referred to the greenrider by that name. She was no longer his rider's Lynx. She was just another greenrider. Just another face. Emotions could be given, but they could just as easily be taken away. Memories meant little to a dragon, even one such as him. They were easy to erase. They were easy to change. With his rider alone and forsaken, her rider far from his grasp, there was nothing to keep Detritath in the air with her. She had give him more strength than she would ever know and it was with that strength that he managed to so easily turned away from her and fly back towards the Weyr and his rider.

Sunken eyed and hollow faced, K'ber turned, struggled to his feet, and stumbled out of Lynx's weyr. He fell on his knees in the bowl, crumpling in on himself. He was no longer the strong dolphineer, the proud wingsecond and honored ironrider. Tears continued to stream down his face. Every moment felt like forever, but well less than an hour had passed by the time Detritath arrive. Alighting gently on the ground beside the broken from of his rider, he settled down protectively over the boy. He extended on wing over K'ber, sheltering him in a tender embrace. Softly, he sighed, letting air out through his nose. He wanted to do more, but the very presence of his rider and all of the hurt that he felt made him ache in his bones. He tried to find some comfort to offer the pained boy that was his, even though he knew that it would most likely do little for the pain.

There was never any distinction of thought. Just as she could speak, I could speak. I did love her. I did need her, but I never did need to love her. You are Mine and I am Yours. Forever. Always. Detritath had flown without doubt or question. Now he relinquished without doubt or question. It disgusted him that Valleth might yet win Gneith in one of her other flights, but it didn't hurt him too bad. Just a little. Just enough. Sadly, while K'ber could hear what his dragon said, it brought no change in him. He just continued to cry, hidden from sight by one great, metallic wing, protected in his shame. Detritath lowered his head, preparing to spend the night asleep on the ground. He had made his own choice. His rider. His Weyr. He would not be a part of some broken pair. No one could fault his loyalty. K'ber, crying, hollow K'ber, had always been his.

Anyway, Detritath had his pride. Even K'ber, though he didn't know it, had his pride. Too long, too little, too late. They were growing up. They weren't gangly, awkward teenagers anymore, either of them. Somewhere along the way, though both of them had yet to quite admit it, they had learned better. Neither of them were fighters. Neither of them was designed to war for the affections of someone. They were protectors, yes, but how could they protect something that had never been theirs? She had no right to ask anything of them. She had no right to want anything from them. Detritath would defend his rider, his first choice, until the day that he so nobly die. One day, his rider would get better from this and he had to be there. The minutes and the hours passed. Eventually, K'ber fell asleep under a sky of living iron with tears on his cheeks.

. . . than that of dragon and rider.
We all have to grow up at some point.
There are no fairytale endings.
Sometimes, there's no compromising.

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Eeny Meeny Miny Mo! (Gneith`s First Flight!) Jun 15, 2010 21:30:57 GMT -5

Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Jun 15, 2010 21:30:57 GMT -5

I watched the proverbial sunrise
Coming up over the Pacific

There was a small warm, soft hand around his. They made eye contact. Then, oh!, soft lips were pressed to his own. For a moment, L'ven was so stunned that he found himself immobile. He had been dreaming of this moment for months, Turns, maybe, and to know that those dreams were reality... Then, his stomach flipped most pleasantly, and he felt a rush of joy and love that he hadn't felt since the day he Impressed Valleth. The Flightlust and the desires and emotions he'd been suppressing for the past Turns finally spilled over. L'ven needed her. He kissed her back passionately, almost hungrily. One hand still clung to hers, and the other rose to the small of Lynx's back to pull her body tighter against his. He had waited for this for Turns. He had never been entirely sure it would end like this. He wasn't going to let her go. They fell together, swimming in their own delicious mix of dragonlust and long-waited love. L'ven smiled into the kiss. How could he not? All he could ever ask for was in his arms. Everything was right.

You might think I'm losing my mind,
But I will shy away from the specifics...

But, in the air, things could not be more different. She was moving away from him. His beautiful Green was moving away from him and towards Detritath. NO!

[/i][/color] Valleth roared as she twined her neck with the Iron's and the green and gray masses began to fall out of the air. Valleth turned and rocketed towards them, just as fast as he'd been earlier in the Flight, but this time, he was sloppy rather than graceful. He was desperate. This wasn't right. How could she be choosing him? How could she?! The Bronze slowed and half-heartedly followed Gneith and her undeserving victor for another few dragonlengths, but, finally, he had to turn tail. That was it. It was done. She had chosen, and she hadn't chosen him. Valleth's eyes whirled with pain and sorrow and unrequited love and all other things awful. He keened, quietly. Then, the spurned King flew off furiously, desperate to put as much distance between himself and Detritath as he could. If he flew far away enough, everything would be all right. He couldn't be near them. He had to fly-- away from the pain, away from the rejection. Away from it all. Everything was wrong.[/right]

'Cause I don't want you to know where I am
'Cause then you'll see my heart
In the saddest state it's ever been.

They had been one. They had split cleanly into two. And, now, the two halves were fusing again. Man and dragon were aware of each other again. The decisions had knocked them both off track, but, now, equilibrium was beginning to be restored. It was L'ven who felt it first, the juggernaut of his dragon's pain. Dominating as that was, it paled in comparison to his own feelings of love and acceptance; he felt it deep in his heart, that something wasn't quite right. Valleth felt it next, the overwhelming sense of love radiating from His. The dragon figured out the situation first. So His had won, even if he had not. Valleth, determined as he was to get away tried to pull himself still further from His. His didn't want his misery spoiling his moment of triumph, and Valleth didn't want anything driving home his acute feelings of being alone while others finally came together in love.

This is no place to try and live my life.

Try as they might, they were bonded together. They could not stay separate. L'ven, reluctant as he was to do so, pulled away from Lynx for a moment. His feeling that something wasn't quite right increased until it reached critical mass. Wait... where was Valleth? Where was his own dragon's joy and love? L'ven's own mind was too full of both quantities to think clearly. Mine, Detritath won her. Not me, though you won Hers.

[/color] Valleth finally said miserably to L'ven. The night had been one of feeling and doing, and there was more or both that remained. Words were strange, foreign. L'ven couldn't string any together. He took one deliberate step back towards the weyrledge, full of longing to return to Lynx but equally as determined to find his dragon and fix what had happened. He wouldn't abandon Valleth. No, Mine! I will not let you![/color] Valleth roared, sensing L'ven's purpose. He shoved his mindmate back. I will not let you throw this away! Go back to her![/color] [/right]

Stop right there. That's exactly where I lost it.
See that line. Well I never should have crossed it.
Stop right there. Well I never should have said
That it's the very moment that
I wish that I could take back.

And Valleth continued to fly and fly. He was trying to be happy for His, he really was, and he knew he'd done the right thing in keeping him from joining the one-dragon pity party and ditching the woman he'd tried for so long to impress. But... why? Why had it all happened? As far as he knew, the 'riders were supposed to bed like their dragons did. Splits only happened with moths, normally. But, obviously, Lynx preferred L'ven and Gneith wanted only Detritath, and their opinions were strong enough that they couldn't be swayed by the other. That wasn't typical. He didn't begrudge L'ven Lynx, Faranth no, but what made L'ven worthy that Valleth lacked? What did Detritath have that made him so much better than the Bronze that warranted the highly unusual split? He didn't expect to find an answer, but if there was one thing he had learned from His, it was that logic was the antagonist to emotional pain. Thinking about it was better than wallowing in it. It eased the hurt, not much, but enough.

I'm sorry for the person I became.
I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again
'Cause who I am hates who I've been.
Who I am hates who I've been.

Valleth keened again. Who was he kidding? There was no easing the hurt. There was no searching for an answer. The pain was there, as was the answer. He knew full why Gneith had chosen Detritath over him. It was because he was a flighty, flirty philanderer of a dragon! Gneith wanted a love, not a fling! Detritath had never laid an eye on another dragon! And Valleth? Nearly every one caught his eye! He openly flirted with nearly every dragoness in his class, and others, if he could get away with it! He had Chased a dragon other than Gneith before when he was just a Weyrling! And this was while he was vying for the Green's affections! He was despicable. How could he fault Gneith for choosing steadfast, dependable Detritath instead? If he'd only stayed true to her, and her only, he'd have been the one twined happily with her. It had worked for His! For the first time, Valleth felt ashamed of his actions, truly ashamed. He hated himself. It had been his own fault he'd lost Gneith.

I heard the reverberating footsteps
Syncing up to the beating of my heart,
And I was positive that unless I got myself together,
I would watch me fall apart.

Well, no more. He was done. He wanted something like L'ven had... like Gneith had without him. He was going to shape up, now. Again, he keened in misery. If he'd only learned this earlier, if he'd only been a good little suitor and kept his wings to himself instead of Chasing at the unwinnable age of eighteen months, he might have emerged as Gneith's chosen one. He and His would be one. But, still, it was not too late. He still had a chance. Callistath. There was still her, his great golden queen. He'd do for her what he had not figured out in time to do for Gneith. He absolutely adored the dragoness. He had perhaps not always been there for her, but that would change now. He refused to let her slip through his talons, too. There was no other option. He had to win her Flight, and he'd spend the rest of his life trying to prove that he was done with any others. He still pined for Gneith, and he'd always regret the events of that afternoon. Always. But Gneith had Detritath now, she preferred him, and there was nothing he could do. It was time for Valleth to grow up between the ear horns and fix himself, or he'd find himself with nothing more fulfilling than the occasional flirtatious exchange with a dragoness he honestly felt little for.

Who I am hates who I've been
And who I am will take the second chance you gave me.
Who I am hates who I've been
'Cause who I've been only ever made me...

And so the Bronzepair settled into slumber. The dragonrider was happier than he'd been in Turns. The dragon was more miserable, and, yet, more driven and matured than he ever was. They had both stepped firmly out of adolescence and become grown that day. The dragonrider had finally found one to love just to love; found something more than plain ambition. The dragon had tried to do the same but found himself still unworthy; found himself still a youngster unable to woo a female. The dragonrider fell asleep in another's bed, arms around her. The dragon succumbed to sleep in a field somewhere out in the western continent, alone but for his own wings covering him. Tonight was a solace, full of peace. Tomorrow would bring conflict and drama; it was inevitable. But, perhaps tomorrow also held promise. Perhaps they were finally ready to move forward. Perhaps the things that had been achieved and the things that had been lost were all the same... perhaps they were all for the better.

So sorry for the person I became.
So sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again
'Cause who I am hates who I've been.
Who I am hates who I've been.[/font]