Pink Shooting Stars[Reggae's Flight!]

[jack]

It wasn't unusual to see a small Pink body stretched along side a massive one, with the two siblings that were paired with the matching pinks sprawled out on the grass, reminiscing with soft voices and quiet laughs.

It wasn't unusual to hear the little Pink's soft voice, trills of song she absently hummed in time with the unvoiced drum-beats that always echoed in her bonded's mind. Nor was it strange to hear the much larger creature absently hum along, her great eyes closed and the tip of her tail twitching slowly.

But never before has the tiny Pink glown shinier than her large counterpart, her beautiful glowing coat shimmering ever brighter with every beat in her Durian's mind.

Reggae rose slowly, her eyes whirling an undeterminable color as she gave a soft trill, stretching out her wings wide as she stood entirely to her feet, eyes roaming upwards.

"...Durian?" R'ish sat up when his sister stopped talking, her own eyes wide as she turned her head away from him, staring steadily at Reggae. The Pink-rider arched a brow and glanced her way, a lop-sided grin on his lips, "Well what'cha know..." The Rider rose with a grunt, brushing off his pants lazily, "Reggae's flying."

Violet streamed into Reggae's eyes and she gave a cry louder than her sweet voice had ever cried, a summon, a challenge! The little flit leaned onto her haunches and leapt into the sky, a streaking bolt of pink that glowed like neon as it shot up into the clouds.

Bring them on! Be they Bronze or Black--she would take them on, and she would outfly them! All of them! And when she was tuckered out and she could flit and fly no more, she would pick--the best of the bunch, the one who could match her move for move...

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The highlight of my day,
I'm taking pictures in my mind,
So I can save them for a rainy day,
It's hard to make conversation.

The bronze stared down with utter boredom at his bonded and her cantankerous dragon. Afzal loyally stayed in the cavern much of the time to keep them company, but, now that Sweep and their eggs were gone, he found it more tiresome. Suddenly, something caught his attention and he left his perch, darting for the exit of the hatching sands. There was something to relieve his boredom and he was drawn to it, her to be specific, to try and make his poor, desolate, lonely soul feel better. There was another firelizard in the sky! A beautiful, brilliant colored pink! He would chase, and win!

"Afzal, I don't have time for this;" Fajra growled at the retreating back of her firelizard, looking cross. They had just gotten rid of his last set of babies; the last thing they needed was anymore related to him. But, more preoccupied with dealing with Kalith and her moodiness, she just let him go. He faded to the back of her mind, not strong enough to rule over her own will and that of her broody dragon. There were more male firelizards around now thanks to transfers; perhaps this time he simply would be beaten out. Not that she exactly expected him to accept defeat easily.

Having no intention of listening to her anyway, he streaked after the glowing neon beautiful creature that, to him, dominated the entire sky. To announce his lordly presence, he bugled to her, voice fully of chivalrous respect for the fine, lovely lady. Flushed with confidence at having won the first flight he'd ever participated in, even he'd been the only one to fly after the beautiful flitter, he had every belief that he could win this one. Lanky but about average sized for his color, he was agile and strong. He had everything it would take to win, which was why he was going to win.

You're beautiful,
Every little piece love, don't you know,
You're really gonna be someone, ask anyone,
When you find everything you looked for.

[kia]

There was so much to explore and so little time to do so. And even with the little time he had recieved so far he still had not explored the entire place. He sat lazily upon His` shoulders, watching her as she worked. He wanted tto fly around and have fun, but he would stay by His` side. After all, they had been together for a while. He nuzzled His` shoulder to let her know that he was still here. There was some worry or doubt that lingered in his Mine`s mind. It could have been from the move. They were still new here after all. It was the same worry and doubt that Flare had known earlier. But he had dismissed it. Finally she took a step back, Armania-who-preferred-to-be-called-Nia, surveyed the bed that she had been making. She had brought the feather quilts that she and Flare liked so much. The feathers kept Nia warm and they were so soft that Flare could sleep on them next to her. Flare chirped in approval.

Then something got his attention in the corner of his eyes. Something Pink. Something bright. Something glowing. Something... beautiful. His eyes were swirling green and blue with hints of purple lust in the corners. He was still fairly new here and already he had found beauty in this new place. He turned his entire body toward the window, his eyes upon the Pink that taunted him. He wanted to Chase her so badly, but he would not do so right now. He needed to be here for his Mine. Their bond was deep as Flare had been her only friend at one point in his life. Besides, what if the beautiful Pink rejected him because he was still new to this Weyr? True he had Chase once before in his life, but he never Chased because he knew his Mine did not have time to deal with crazy Fire Lizards. Oh how badly he wanted to chase. Nia thn turned toward the window and gave a light smile. She picked Flare up and place him in the window. "Go ahead, Flare," she said sweetly. "You deserve to Chase after all the times you have been there for me," she said.

That had been the approval that he had been waiting for. He thrilled happily and flew into the sky, during a loop for his Mine in appreciation before zooming after the beautiful Pink Reggae. His eyes took on full color of the purple lust as he sped up to Chase the Pink. He crooned to her, introducing himself to her and apologizing for his lateness. He hoped that she would not penalize him too much for either one. After all, the Blue aimed to prove himself and that he was worthy. He noticed their was a Bronze already in the Chase. It did not matter to him. He would Fly. HE would Chase. And he hoped to win the little heart that was so big of the Pink. He crooned again, giving her the attention she deserved. She was so beautiful. How could anyone resist Reggae. He flapped his wings a little harder, ready to take on any challenge that she may give him. He would win and beat out the Bronze. He would win Reggae`s love.

[jack]

Ah! The songs of suitors! Reggae gave an energized trill, her eyes glowing faster as she replied to her chasers, her voice lifted in merriment and lust all in one. Every part of her body ached, from the tip of her tail to the tip of her wings and toes and nose, all of it burned. But not in pain taht splits skin and brings cries of woe, but in need.

She needed to feel the burn in her wings, needed to feel the ache and the wails of her muscles refusing to go any further. Her tail needed to wrap, tighten and cling! Her legs wanted to grip and hold, and her neck was filled with her verbal praise of her suitors--egging them on with sweet tunes and eager trills.

Higher and higher she went, refusing to keep a straight line as she weaved to and fro, and suddenly dived to the side, spiraling down and then shooting straight back up! Reggae's dance was a truly athletic one, her gleaming eyes purple beacons in the sky and her glimmering hide a comet's tail.

Another trill slipped from her maw, a crying, desperate song that begged for a chase--a race! Faster and faster! Keep up, keep up!

[Kila]

Summoned from a shadowy corner of his weyr, Oblivion craned his neck around the piles of parchment, old dusty books, and other useless things His had collected to see out into the sky. Reggae's cry had stirred him from his slumber, which he always cherished in antithesis to the rest of his miserable existences. In no time he saw a blur of pink zoom by, followed eagerly by several other colors. This interruption annoyed the grouchy Black. Twitching his twisted wings he opened his scarred and bitter muzzle and let out a sardonic hiss. Sharding females. That done, he curled back up, intent on ignoring the antics of the other creatures of the Weyr his size, and went back to sleep.

[wirevix]

Shobie heard the beautiful trill of the pretty Pink that he had played with, and he returned with a song of his own. He realized he was a bit late to the Chase, had been slumbering while others quickly rose and took part, but he hoped he was not too late! Reggae was wonderful and fun, and to win her in Flight would be a great honor.

And so he rose, following after the bright flash of her pink wings, singing after her as sweetly as he could manage, his voice rising up with the chorus of her other suitors. He delighted in her beautiful voice urging them onwards, the sweetest song he had ever heard!

Lovely, lovely, she was so lovely--he sang to her all his praises, her loveliness, how fun she was to play with, how wonderful a firelizard she truly was. He loved her, truly, as much as a flighty firelizard could love another firelizard anyway, which was debatable, but the song he sang was earnest enough.

He was glad for his wiry, springy body, as he twisted and turned in following her acrobatic delight. He had raced with her before, and so he raced her now, with all his heart and attention.

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Girl, all I can do is strive,
And I strive, yeah, whooa,
Strive just a little bit longer,
Sometimes I strive.

Another suitor joined in the chase, and the sudden lurch of competitiveness Afzal felt towards the blue was foreign to him. No one before had ever chased after a female while he did; he was used to simply striving for the sake of doing his best. But now he would strive in order to really win, and Reggae was calling back to them and her song egged him on without question. It was entrancing, the miraculous noises that she produced; each one drew him onward without a second thought. His own thoughts echoed the lust in her voice, eyes swirling a hazy mixture of red and purple to show his intentions to the entire world. He held joy for the chase, but he had little merriment though. This was a very serious, important task that he took to heart. It was done on a whim but done with his entire being; he had no fear, nor any intention of simply giving up the beautiful lady that he flew after to another of her suitors. He had a goal, and he was not going to give up.

Back and forth, he weaved with her. Even with all her acrobatics, he was capable of keeping up with her as well as the smaller blue that flew after her. He was the Weyrwoman's pet; he was a bronze, strong and proud. He was not some creature that could afford to be inferior at anything, in anyway. Even if he didn't look the part, lanky and scraggly for his metallic color at least, he had to be capable of doing what he had to do. And what he had to do was win this flight! She dove to the side and he flung himself the same way, whirling his body about to spiral after her. But then she was going up again and he snapped his wings back wide to force himself to quickly follow, to not lose any ground. She was a glowing neon light, impossible not to notice and so easy, so fun to follow. His eyes were fixed on her and the rest of the world fell away from him. Her other suitor, the blue, was nothing compared to him and nothing that was at all important to him.

Then he realized that another flitter had joined the chase, had joined the chase late, insufferable, stupid, moronic, unrighteous purple! The horrid creature could sing all the praises that he wished but it was rude to join in such an affair as this late. It was an insult to the honor of the beautiful maiden they chased and those who had thought to be punctual. A growl of dissatisfaction from the bronze was quickly silenced when her trilling caught his attention. She wanted a chase; she wanted a race. With a fierce, bold bugle, he streaked forward, pressing and closing the distance and pushing in front of all the others to take the lead. He could give her that. And why was she always simply 'her' or 'she' to him? Because there couldn't be anyone else to whom he was referring at that moment. All he was for, all her cared about, for those beautiful shining, moments, was her, Reggae, the magnificent pink that he flew after. She was more brilliant than any Queen then.

And at night I think of you,
And you're always by my side,
Sometimes I think of you,
But all I can do is strive.

[kia]

Flare continued to croon to the beautiful Reggae, his little heart heping to lead the way. He could tell that the Bronze was annoyed at him, jealous that he had join, and was not going to willingly give up this Flight. Ah, but he was Flare! His name was the very symbol of pride among dragons and Fire Lizards. He would show this pride, prove this pride, and become the pride by winning Reggae`s heart. He crooned more, his love song getting stronger and louder with each note that came from his throat. She was lovely. She was beautiful. No, she was none of those things. She was a Queen! Yes, she was a Queen in his mind where no beauty could rival her`s. He must Chase her, convince her that he was worthy to be her mate. He would love her and be there for her when she clutched to the time of the Hatching if she chose him and permitted him so. He spread his wings out further, using the wind on his back to help him fly. But he would not dare try to get close right now. No, Regga would fly for however long she wanted to and then let her decide would be her victor. He would want her wrath on him. He only wanted to please her.

Up and up they all Rose, a dance that was encircling all who had joined. And to add an even more complicated step to the dance, she refused to go straight and went to and fro. Flare, being a Blue, was able to keep up with the acrobatics of his beloved Reggae. She was a true example of her color. And in his mind, she was the Queen of all Pink, and even more so the Queen of all and his heart. Up they went up she turned to the side and dove downwards, in a spiral formation. Fly, my Queen! Flare seemed to croon to her. She was beautiful. Fly for however long you wish to Fly, it seemed he continued to say. Enjoy this world, you deseve it. Because no one is you and nor can they control you. He tucked his wings in during the dive, resting his energy while still staying behind. Fly, my Queen! And if you get tired and are in need of one of your suitors, we will be here. His eyes swirled in purple lust, singing his song of adoration for her. Nothing compared to Reggae. She was the center of his attention, the world. And even with the Bronze nearby, he ignored the competitive Bronze, his sole concern being Reggae and trying to please and adore her.

Suddenly, he almost let out a surprise chirp, but kept himself together as his song continued to be emitted forth. A Purple had showed up to the Flight rather late. Flare wanted to chide the Purple for being late, but it was not his duty at the moment. His duty was to be Reggae`s suitor and follow after her every whim. He would let Reggae deal with the lateness of this Purple. But Flare`s chances were slimming now with the appearance of a Purple. At least this Purple did not smell of the Sands like the Bronze did. But he was Flare! A strong and fast Blue. One of respect, honor, and understanding. Other Blues could not compare to him. He knew that. But Reggae, he wanted to be her mate so much. He yearned to reach out and entangle necks with one another. His eyes grew even more darker purple. He must wait. He must Chase. Let her choose, she knows what is best. Fly, my Queen! Fly as fast, as long, and as high as you! The world is not worthy of such beauty as you!

[fidelli]

If you don’t know if you should stay
If you don’t say what’s on your mind
Baby just, breathe there’s no where else tonight we should be-
You wanna make a memory.

;;"Please grandmother? Just a piece?" The little old cook infront of the girl raised a thin, graying eyebrow at her, even as Nim begged a piece of the bubbly pie that she was holding in her hands, almost straight from the oven. "Supper isn't for another three hours..." The woman took in the begging eyes infront of her, a pair of midnight blue ones, a pair of chocolate brown ones, and three hungrily whirling red ones. The motherly old crone pretended severity for a few more moments, but in the end gave in, and handed Nim the whole pie. "Really?" The woman laughed, and flapped her out of the kitchen. 'Yes, yes, it's really no bother to make another one. Shoo, now, go enjoy your food. The way you go on you'll make an old mother like me ashamed that I don't feed you.' With a laugh and a thank you the girl was trotting from the kitchen, a canine and three flits on her trail.

;;A'mor relaxed on the table, but his fingers fidgeted, betraying his worry. He felt bad, sending in his little sister to get food, but he had been banned from the kitchen, and he was soooo hungry. Worry gnawed at his insides - maybe she had been eaten by one of the cooks! Maybe she had been stuffed into a pie and he would be eating his own sister at dinner! Hush your melodramatics. The little one is fine. Noyth, who had been trying to get some sleep in the autumn sun, was getting annoyed at his hysterics. The Grayrider only tossed his blond hair out of his eyes and went back to biting at his thumb nail, kept alone in his worry except for an Orange flit demanding to be petted.

;;But she was out of the kitchen in just a few moments after the exchange, proudly bearing a whole bubbly pie for their enjoyment. Set carefully inbetween the brother and sister, Nim carefully sliced up the hot pie, watched by brother and lizards and dog.

I dug up this old photograph
Look at all that hair we had
It’s bittersweet to hear you laugh
Your phone is ringing, I don’t wanna ask.

;;The large orange-bronze flit stared alternatively between His and the pie, worry tinging his eyes. She would share, wouldn't she? She was His, and she was a sharing girl. She loved him... A piece of pie was placed infront of him, and in enjoyment he began to daintily nibble the corner of it, crooning his thanks even as he mantled paler wings crossed with the same color of his hide over the prize - that Blue might try and take it!

;;Three more whirling pairs of eyes watched her, carefully begging their turn. Lady, as befitting her station of Sub-Queen demanded hers first, and the the Green Bubbly nearly inhaled hers as it was set down - she was named for her love of the stuff and the fact she fell in one before she was more than a few hours old - and finally the Blue Fellis happily began to gnaw upon his piece. A piece of crust chucked at Aren, and the two of them began to dig into the pie.

;;It was at this point that Fellis realized something was going on. It was the out in the skies that calls and trumpets and lots of voices and with a squeak he was up in the air and Between. Bronze Klepto, happy and all too oblivious, realized it after Fellis left, and took to the skies too, leaving the siblings to stare after their dragons. They Fly after that Pink. Her rider spoke first, murmuring, "Hmm" and then went back to his pie. It was Nim who rose, looking slightly queasy and not liking the feelings - despite the fact that he had Flown before - to excuse herself and go hide in the middle of the lake.

;;Klepto quickly flew ahead of the gleaming smaller blue, trumpeting his arrival and begging apology from the swift star. She was so pretty... With trills and fluent croons he begged for forgiveness, asking her to excuse his lateness. The Blue joined in, humming his own apology, but while Klepto pushed his way to the middle of the pack, Fellis kept his distance, steadily flying at the back and keeping up his steady stream of praise and apology.

If you go now, I’ll understand
If you stay, hey, I got a plan
You wanna make a memory
You wanna steal a piece of time
You could sing a melody to me
And I could write a couple lines
You wanna make a memory.

[jack]

A squeal of glee slipped past the flit's maw at the sound of a familiar voice--her playmate and racing rival! Reggae cheerfully trilled to him, but did not slow. As much as she adored the little purple--such a fun litle fellow!--she would not slow even for him.

She pumped her tiny wings and increased her pace, eager and thrilled as so many suitor's tailed her. Reggae fell into another spiral, using the fast-paced motion to draw her followers into a wheel, staring at them each in turn as she went higher and higher and then dived down again, soaring past them all before zigging and zagging back into the sky once more.

Reggae was fast and strong, but was no endurance runner. Her acrobatics and flitting insured that only the fastest and most athletic would match her move for move, but they were tiring. Her wings ached, her little chest heaving with the need for air as she set her sights on the clouds and pumped her wings as powerfully as she could, going as high as she could!

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Come lay down at the edge,
Come lay down at the broken edge,
Come lay down at the feet of angels,
Eyeing you in a northern sky.

More late arrivals, more ignorant, inconsiderate jerkfaces. The second blue that was among the two stayed at the back of the pack, but the new bronze that joined as well fought his way to a place where he might actually have chance. A grumbling growl emitting from somewhere deep in his chest, Afzal surged forward. He'd been the first to join; he was one of the largest in the group. The other bronze could try all he like, crooning his stupid apologies, but he would win the lady because he had been proper about his chasing. One wasn't worthy of the beautiful maiden that all of them sought with utter adoration if one could not be on time. Disrespect was a high sin for him, and something he was willing to fight for with every fiber of his being.

Reggae fell into a spiral and he quickly arched his back to follow before anyone could react before him too much and get to much of an advantage. He was closer behind all of the others, harder for her to see even in his wheels. A new idea, a new strategy, came to mind . . . Then she was diving and he had to follow, tucking his wings against his back. Only after just a moment, he had to whip them out again as she was dipping and diving, weaving across the sky in a fantastical display. This quick motions made his shoulders ache as the wind and the air tore at his wings, but he didn't give in. Losers didn't prosper. Losers simply lost. He wanted so badly to win, to catch, this beautiful, miraculous little pink, who Queen of the sky for as long as she flew.

Those sharp, whirling, lust-filled eyes of his noted the way her breath heaved as she beat her wings to try to reach towards the clouds high above them. She was growing tired, and, despite the tax on his wings and the discomfort, he was not. Pushing himself to his limit, drawing on all that strength that he had left, he thrust himself forward, up almost alongside Reggae but a bit back, just in the corner of her sight line. Gently, he crooned. He could catch her, carry her, if she was tired, if she was going to fall! Though he had many a responsibility, he would always be ready to catch such a vibrantly beautiful creature. He continued his melodic croon unwaveringly, forcing it to be heard above all the others by shear, utter determination and lustful will.

Come lay down at the end,
Come lay down where the times suspended,
Come lay down and hear the voices,
Calling you from a northern sky.

[kia]

(( Somewhat short post. Very distracted right now. ))

There were more Fire Lizards joining the Flight, and his chances of Impressing Reggae were getting slim now. But Flare did not care. He would continue on. He was agile, fast, and strong! And now that more had joined the Flight, Flare was annoyed with them. These suitors made him laugh. They were very late to the Flight. They did not deserve the right to court Reggae or even be called her suitors. And there was another Blue in the mix. Now Flare felt a competitive streak rise in him. He would not let this Blue out beat him. He would not let any of the other Fire Lizards beat him. He must try. He had to prove to Reggae that he was worthy of such a beautiful Queen such as she.

She dove and twirled and twisted in the air. It was easy for him to keep up. He learned to conserve some of his strength by tucking his wings in and only pulling them out when he needed to turn or Rise. He managed to keep up, though the athletics took a toll on him. He was getting a little tired. But he knew how to fly and use the winds to his advantage. He crooned his love song to Reggae. Fly, my beautiful Queen. No one can out fly you. You are the sky`s ruler. And your beauty cannot be compared to nothing because it is not of this world.

[fidelli]

Run baby run,
Don't ever look back.
They'll tear us apart.

;;Klepto, pleased by the fact that she didn't mind he was late, trilled his admiration of her beauty, and pumped his wings steadily faster, catching up to the other Bronze - who was really really ticking him off with his holier-than-thou attitude. He had pie, of course he wasn't going to notice her flying! Please! Just because His didn't love him enough to get him pie - oops! So busy following this thought through his brain, the little bronze didn't realize when the Pink had been rising up to the sky. A startled tweet escaping his maw, he shot up after her... And then she was falling past him, and if he was human he would have done a face palm. Back down after her he was spinning, and chasing after her with more energy lost than he had needed.

;;He too noticed the fact that she was tiring, and rather pleased with himself despite the fact that he was slightly out of breath from the acrobatics, he flew up to her side, right next to the other Bronze. Like he would let some pumped up flitter catch a beautiful lady! He was too pompous and rude for such a shining Queen. An angry chatter at the male, but only a moment, because then he was too engrossed in the lady to bother about him for too long. A melody he crooned, praising her acrobatics and beauty, quite content to watch her... For now.

If you give them the chance,
Don't sell your heart,
Don't say we're not meant to be.

[wirevix]

Shobie was not about to be bested by the Bronze behemoths of 'lizards that thought themselves so much better--his hide may not shine with the metallic coating they displayed, but it was brilliant nonetheless, and he was capable of acrobatic feats that they were not.

He put those to use then, singing sweetly to the lovely Reggae, crooning love and praises to her as he spiraled and looped after her, dancing across the skies with his wings streaking rapidly through the air. He tumbled and rolled along with her motions, staying respectfully behind her, unlike those bossy Bronzes that thought they could win her by crowding right up on her lovely tail! How disrespectful! She was not to be forced upon or crowded like that!

But he saved his breath, opting not to chide the Bronzes for their rude behavior. He would simply teach by example. He flew beautifully, for the beautiful Reggae, and promised her so much fun and delight if she chose him. That was the best that he could do for her, and he promised it all in his croons.

[jack]

Reggae wasted no time now that she'd set her mind on the sky. Her thoughts were oddly clear for a flit's, and even as she just barely breached the very tippy-top of her climb, she knew exactly who she would pick. There was only one who could fly to her standards!

Down she dove, like a streaming comet streaking pink against the blue sky, her loud trill echoing proudly in the day as she made a beeline towards the only flit who could match her every move.

The little Pink chattered her approval of her mate before she even reached him, shooing away all others with a threatening crack of her tail. Reggae snatched at Shobie with a chirping flirt, tilting her head just so as she acrobatically twirled around him, bringing him down with her.

When it came to games--Shobie was certainly the most fun!