IDK :: Memnorooth's Maiden Flight!

Reyith was an odd creature. He didn't chase often, like the other males around the weyr. In fact, C'lin rather wondered at what drove him to chase at all. The females he picked to chase, on the rare occasion he did, were not connected by any shared personalities or appearances. Rather, they seemed to be chosen at random; Reyith flew on a whim. As a result, C'lin was never fully ready when Reyith decided to fly. It was as if the rider forgot each time that Reyith did have hormones like other dragons that told him when to do things. Today was really no different.

C'lin had just finished taking a bath. His weyr was clean, he was clean, he was wearing clothes that didn't smell like unbathed dragon for once, and he had found many things to be happy about recently. It had been a good season for him, as if the stars had finally crossed paths to make fate smile down on him. It was pleasant, and the blackrider was loving it. No longer was he a miserable soul searching for anything to forget his unhappy existence. He was, to put it simply, pleased as punch. Sure, there was the one little hiccup of his not being able to express his full affection for the one he felt such a lust for recently, but he'd get over that... somehow. He could wait that long, right? As he slouched down on his bed, peering over at where Reyith was sitting he let out a long and mournful sigh. Faranth... it certainly did seem like a long time.

Reyith, for once, was not focused on his rider at this point in time. A brightly colored green had caught his eye, and he had been watching her intently. His multi-faceted eyes swirled curiously and his claws clicked with anticipation against the stone ledge he lied on. Her strong emotional pulled combined with his bonded's anxious lust brought about a mood in him rarely seen. While still quiet, he was no longer paying loving and infinite attention to his lifemate. He felt quite suddenly very lonely... and a sense of longing filled his dragon ichor. She was beautiful. She would fly soon. And he would rise to meet her.

He stood, tiptoeing to his ledge with all the stealth of a feline as his eyes swirled faster and faster in more intense colors than normal. His unrest, only then, overflowed into C'lin, who had previously only been interested in his own human emotions. The blackrider frowned, standing and shaking some of the water droplets from his hair before peeking into the chamber that housed the black. His dragon certainly was acting strange. Reyith was rarely anxious for anything. Then it hit him, like a punch in the stomach that seared through all of his organs with an effervescent flame. Green Memnorooth shrieked her challenge. Reyith jumped with the utmost grace from his ledge.

There was another black already chasing, but Reyith hardly cared. He was blinded to all but the fluorescent green Memnorooth, and he was not an inexperienced flier. Unlike his fellow challenger, he made no sound. Instead he flew with a silent swiftness, soft and quick as a shadow through the air to catch up with his green lady. He flew not for his own ego or for his honor... He flew merely to fly. Memnorooth called him, and so he had answered. He knew not else. In that moment there was nothing else. There was just him and his lady and the great expanse of sky. He would not boast of his skills with bugling roars or witty banter. He was not a young dragon eager to prove himself. Fully adult and mature, Reyith held a silent confidence unembellished by fancy tricks. His lady may or may not choose him, but she would know he was there.

It didn't take long to catch up with the other black, but further than that Reyith dared not push himself. He held his pace steady, waiting patiently and silently as was his nature in or out of the sky. Not a glance was spared toward the other black any of the others that might join their dance. His focus stayed intently on Memnorooth. She was lovely, with her flamboyantly green hide and her lady-like figure, yet while she was small she was still larger than the ghost-like Reyith. The black dragon admired his lady, taking enjoyment from the chase and thrilled at the opportunity just to be there for her.

Back at the Weyr, C'lin was all too familiar with the waves of lust flowing through Reyith's body. It heightened his own that he had already struggled with, compounding until something bearable became completely intolerable. With less sanity than normal, he made his way from pure intuition to the weyr of the rider of Reyith's chosen green. A couple of times he almost stumbled on the way there, but sure as Reyith had chased C'lin eventually found his way to Lin's door. Feeling as if he himself were participating in the flight, flapping great wings to drive himself ever faster, he leaned against the door frame and panted like a tired canine. So many emotions and feelings were coursing through him, and for a moment he wondered if he could take another step. But he did. Of course he would. Gathering up the last bit of his mental stability, he entered and looked upon the girl with crazed eyes. She was lovely, to be sure. Perhaps if Reyith won he wouldn't mind so much? At least it might help with the feeling that he had so far been unable to forget. Taking a deep breath, he took his place in her weyr and stood a few paces away from the greenrider. Without a second thought, he relaxed and let himself become part of Reyith and part of the flight.

If you asked Memnorooth what she was doing, she wouldn't have been able to tell you to save her life. Not properly, at least. She just wanted to fly and find a very nice boy, but she didn't know what to call it. That suited her fine, though. She just kept going and going, up and up and up, until her hide felt wet from the clouds and it was harder to breath. Why was it harder to breath? She didn't understand. Letting out a pitiful whine, and flew lower, and felt better. Then, she chanced a look behind her, and was surprised to find some boys there! Three boys, to be exact. The happiness that took over her was overwhelming.

So they were there to play! Two of them were black, and one was a very nice blue. She knew the blue. She couldn't remember his name, but she knew him, and she'd known him for a very long time! She'd seen the two black boys around, too. Well... she'd seen a lot of blacks around. They all looked the same. She really couldn't be sure if she'd seen these blacks around, or other ones, but she shrugged it off. It didn't matter! She just wanted to play with them, and since they were up here flying with her, they probably wanted to play, too.

Ohhhh, are you here to go for a fly? Like a... like a... oh, whatever! Words are silly! It's flying time!

The chase carried on. Memnorooth was having so much fun. She was so caught up in her own head that she kept forgetting Ayarth, Reyith and Tomarth were there, only to catch a glimpse of one of them, see the rest, and be pleasantly surprised. She would hum back to Reyith every now and then (because he hummed so nicely with her!) but she wasn't really showing any favorites. She gave Ayarth and Tomarth plenty of attention, too, with cute glances in their direction or croons. She really had no idea that she was supposed to pick one of them.

I am here, Reyith said. Memnorooth giggled in a dragon's voice. Well, of course you are, silly! I can see you right there! She sped up again.

She didn't understand why Ayarth was doing all of this if it hurt him. She saw that he had sores on his body. Nothing was fun if it hurt! Well, she couldn't remember a time where she'd been in pain, but she was sure it wasn't fun. Sometimes Lin stubbed her toe or got a cut and she always got so grumpy. She felt sorry for Ayarth. He should have made sure he was all okay before coming to play tag! She wanted him to feel better. His efforts weren't really impressing her - they were just gaining him tender sympathy.

Well, yeah, you're a maaaale! Memnorooth sang to him. You're not the other one. What's the word? I forgot the word! Oh, well, you know what I mean! You're not like me! You're a boy!