Let's GO! [Enciath Maiden Flight]

[princesal]

Come on - get up
And move with me
You're gonna have fun
Just wait and see

You think you got nothing
But you've got it all
Before you know it
You're having a ball

D'nari was in his weyr, watching Enciath carefully. She hadn't moved from her stone bed for two days. Well, she'd get up and eat some of the large fish they had retrieved from as deep of ocean they were allowed to go. She'd also turn over, and stretch. But other then that, there had been no morning salutations, no running, she didn't even harp on what anyone was eating. Her hide had seemed less glittery then usual, almost dull.

The first day, D'nari had been terrified. Not only had he made Enciath try to remember everything she ate (which almost got a bite taken out of him when he kept pushing for information), but he had brought in any dragon healer that would take a look.

The answers were all the same, and they had made the redhead rider go a little green around the gills. This was worse than the first time he saw her test out her wings. She was preparing for her oncoming flight.

Flight.

The expressions that D'nari's face had made when that had been the answer, had probably been something that all the dragon healers had found amusing. Enciath wasn't ALLOWED to go into flight... D'nari didn't feel ready. Alright, alright, so he was 21 turns, and a dragon rider of a full grown dragon. He didn't spurn advances if they were made on him, he just politely ignored them until they weren't mentioned again. It was old habits that cropped up, Dawn would probably be calling him a priss. Shards, if it wasn't for Enciath pushing him to be active, and get outside, it'd most likely be more true then not. He didn't even believe he made any real advances towards others, they were all jokes, and bluster. Usually a joke broke the ice, even if that joke would carry heavier conotations about it if someone else was saying it.

Flight.

Stop pacing, you're bothering me.
You're about to go into Flight, everything bothers you.
Your face bothers me!
Yeah?! Well you're stupid!
I'm a slick oil canvas, and you're sticky insect goo! Whatever you say slides off me and sticks to you!

Alright, so perhaps they were both a bit peturbed (and immature). D'nari threw his hands into the air in frustration, and flopped down on his overly plush bed, hiding his face amidst the many times embroidered blankets. Not moving, and silently throwing a fit about the entire situation. He wanted to scream into his blankets, but the last time he had been about to try that Enciath had said something that had him coughing for about a half hour after that. It wasn't something polite to repeat either.


Enciath watched her rider have his tantrum, and scoffed at him. If he was upset, she wished he only took a moment to understand how she felt. She had been sluggish for what seemed like Turns, and felt like all the drive for her causes was for naught. Why bother making sure that people didn't commit terrible acts of murder to fill their bellies? What did it matter if the weyr was wasteful. Who cared if she believed that D'lios was only the tip of horrible storm that Dalibor was about to face? None of it mattered. And she was tired. Flying didn't even sound fun to her.

Huffing, she rolled over, back facing D'nari, and closed her faucetted eyes to fall asleep again. D'nari wasn't going anywhere, that she was sure of, no matter that she was obviously horrible company to be around.

You're not horrible company.
Your face is still bothering me! She snapped, even when she didn't mean to. Lethargy took over before she apologized though, not that she had a plan to apologize. She wasn't wrong. His face WAS bothering her. It kept making weird expressions every time he realized that she was headed into her first flight. No matter what the two of them had talked with, with K'var, about her not rising until he was ready, either it was herdbeast droppings, or D'nari was ready and didn't want to admit it. She had a strong suspicion that it was the latter, and that her frustrating not-wher rider didn't want to admit it.

When she had delved a little deeper, while he had tried to pull out information about what she ate, she had been frustrated with what she had found, and had nearly brought a paw down on him. All that she had seen were images of people with his sister, which made absolutely no sense to her. If she had been bothered, she would have asked Nesdeth, but she had been avoiding her chosen sister since she had initially felt sluggish.

Finally she drifted off. Only to be woken what felt like seconds later (but was really several candlemarks), with the strangest tingling sensation all over her fit dragon body. She also felt stronger, and happier, and more excited then she had in a long time. Jumping to her feet, it was like every movement just heightened her senses. Maybe a nap was all she really needed!

Oh, oh D'nariMine! I feel wonderful! I feel like flying! I'm going to race the wind, and win!!


D'nari had also fallen asleep. Stressed, and exhausted, and Enciath moody and snappish. He hadn't wanted to remain awake. The weird sensation over Enciath's hide translated into his dreams, and he awoke with a quick breath. When he opened his eyes, he realized for a moment that he was looking through his Cyan dragon's eyes, and the sensation of a 'being closer' feeling wasn't lost on him.

The buzzing sensation of her hide felt like bubbles against his skin. Their wings were itching to feel wind against them. It felt warm, oh, they felt so warm. They just needed to get up and run.

Trying to shake his mind free, he looked at Enciath, and was made a face that looked like he was elated and horrified of what he saw. Her hide was illustrous! It nearly glowed, and the sparkles... they were going to catch the sun like she was a gemstone. He remembered Jarith's flight, looking up and seeing the white dragon looking more like a glittering prism against the sky. Like mother, like daughter.

Trying to shift to his feet, he stumbled for a moment, as standing on two feet and four feet at the same time put them a bit off balance. Enciath was nearly bouncing, excitement and thrill and the want to fly and challenge all that chased them! They were all in for a chase too! If any of those slow males chased her, she'd fly circles around them.

Enciath, Enciath, wait... just wait a second.
I can't wait D'nariMine, we are one, and you are ready for this. Let me have control. Let me fly so fast that no one will ever be able to catch us!

It sounded so easy, and D'nari found himself smiling a little bit, reaching out to brush his hand over Enciath's neck, she was warmer to the touch, the heat of flight burned in her. Neither of them thought about telling Dawnova, because for this point and time, no one else existed. It was just the two of them, and they were going to soar. She took a look outside, at the day that had only just begun. According to her internal clock, the sun had just crested the horizon. It was just as she would have prefered, flying as the sun was welcomed into the Weyr. It felt perfect, and neither of them realized how long they had slept. Enciath looked back at her D'nari.

Trust me, Mine. I will never let anything bad happen to you. Trust me.

It was the barest of nods, but they felt their wings opening, and suddenly they were running towards the large opening. With a sharp breath as the world rose to meet their dive, they spread their wings, catching the draft and shooting up like a lightning bolt. She didn't even dip close to the feedings pens to blood an animal, instead shooting up into the sky, there wasn't a single cloud.

They didn't need them.

It was a corkscrew flight pattern up up and up, before taking a severe right turn and shooting across the sky, swooping close enough to the personal weyrs that when she gave her call. Catch me if you can! Catch me if you can! Her twinkling laughter echoed, and she was off again, flying over the lake, not just flying, spinning and twirling. They felt strong, and fast, and planned to push the chasers. Let them compete for her, let them show the two of them their worth.


D'nari would have screamed at her to blood a creature, even if it was a large fish, anything to weigh her down. But it didn't sound good, and they were so closely mentally linked now that the thought of feeling hot blood run down her throat would have probably made him queazy. He felt invigorated himself though, and was almost bouncing around his room, he didn't want to stay still either. The grin of his face, and the almost constant bounce to his movements would be present if any suitors arrived. They both decided that today was important, and they had no problem challenging any riders that may arrive.

Show us what you can do!

Go run
Let's go crazy
Fast and slow

Let's GO!

Go twist
Twist around
From head to toe

You can make it happen
Don't you know

So come on - Let's GO!

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ooc: Please be aware that the fate of this flight has been decided through PMs with someone, but feel free to chase as fast as you can! ;)

[Maggie]

I'll be back later. And that was the only warning G'lin, who had been in the process of working on some embroidery, got as Ana shook off his scarf and took off like a comet towards the sky, nearly pushing him off his feet. He goggled in surprise. Ana never, ever left his weyr without at least a scarf on. It took him a few seconds to realise what was going on as the full force of flight lust hit him. Oh. Oh shards.

Ana? But the blue was ignoring him. He looked down at Doom, who was still staring after Anablimyth, aghast, and then at Dimglow, who was making happy cheeping sounds from the nest of leaves he had been spending all week making. He looked up at G'lin, sending him a quick burst of image. Cyan. Considering the exact shade, it could only be Enciath. Shells and shards... He had spent enough time with D'nari to know that his friend would probably not be completely comfortable and happy with what was going on. It made things practical, though, since he knew exactly where D'nari's weyr was.

For you and only you my beautiful star, my original, magnificent Enciath, I go naked as the day we hatched! Anablimyth announced to the cyan who now was the sole focus of her vision. He concentrated all his speed into flying after her. He had to catch her! No one else deserved her or could understand her like her fellow tiny sparkle! Let us experience the unique beauty of nature together, with only the sky as a cloak! He turned a tight, perfect corkscrew to impress her, the kind that had accidentally thrown his rider for a second time during a training exercise. Not that he could think of that, at the moment, he was simply pulling out his most stunning moves to impress her. Yes, yes he was the dragon for her!

Only the sky as a cloak? G'lin seriously had to wonder where his dragon got those lines. He would ask later, when things were less... Warm. He barely even knocked before admitting himself into D'nari's rooms. Shells, this was even worse than his father or K'var had described it, it nearly hurt. He could barely tell if he was on the ground or in the sky spouting bad poetry. "D'nari?" he managed to murmur quietly. "I came... I wanted to make sure you were ok. I um, I know what you thought about Flight... So, um, yeah." Wonderful. His dragon came out sounding like some poetic lothario and he could barely manage to be more coherant than Gennesk. Winner, that, total winner.

***

Dawnova, my sister Enciath rises. Dawn looked up in surprise as she heard Nesdeth's voice. The cyan crouched at the edge of her weyr, gazing skywards. I wish to fly too.

"It doesn't work that way, Nessie," she told her dragon, keeping a firm mental grip on her. "You'll rise when you're older, we're just Weyrlings, now."

[Serah]

Thanath had just been lounging in the Weyr, not particularly feeling like doing much of anything that day. The most he had done was gone out to get a little bit of exercise so his wings wouldn't cramp up on him the next time he needed to use them. Though he hadn't expected that next time to be quite as soon as it was. He noticed a dragon flying by rather quickly, noticed that the dragon was a female. He was soon to follow the Cyan as he flew off the ledge of the weyr he shared with his Naima and went after Enciath.

The Black was no where near as quick as the younger Cyan, but he flew diligently after Enciath. He crooned to the younger dragon as he noticed Anablymith join. He took a place slightly behind the Blue as he finally got up to speed with the Cyan. He didn't do any fancy tricks, he just flew. He would fly until he could fly no more. That is what he could do. It was what he would do.

Naima hadn't gotten any warning this time. But she knew where he had gone. He had gone off to chase the Cyan that had hatched from Jarith's clutch. She left her weyr to go to the Cyanrider's. The rider of the Blue had beaten her there. She walked in, just past the door, and stopped. She didn't want to crowd the young man, she didn't even know him. "Hello there." Was all she managed to say in that moment.

[Kiran]

Wasteful. That was the result of the last flight Divith had taken part in, and both rider and dragon believed it. Neither would admit it to each other, though, not wanting to speak on the disaster it had been. Divith had participated for Kelsira's sake, Kelsira had been forced into it by virtue of having a blue dragon that deemed it necessary for her to interact with people. She interacted with plenty of people, she argued, but Divith would only silently look at her. Okay, so that part hadn't quite been true. Perhaps not plenty. Perhaps not many. Perhaps she couldn't think of one that she interacted with beyond formalities in her wing, the barest of hellos and good lucks before flight to fight Threadfall, and looks and orders during. Afterward, no one really felt like saying or doing much together.

Kelsira felt a little guilty about it. She had wavered for a few days on how to approach Divith. After all, the blue really only had her best interest at heart, even if she didn't really care for those interests. And Divith had Impressed her for a reason. Even if she was in denial about what such a reason could be. Kelsira sighed. It was time to face the music. She finished her work up and started for the stairs to her Weyr, where she could go and apologize to her blue.

Little did she know that Divith was doing something similar. His launch into a Flight had been unexpected and unwelcome. Normally he was good about letting her know if he wished to pursue a female. That last time had been born of frustration and a need to see His doing something, anything that meant interacting with people beyond what she normally did.

He was still beyond stumped as to how to get that to happen, however. Perhaps ambushing another pair of riders? Engaging in play with another dragon? Engaging Kelsira herself in play? They hadn't done that in a while, not since he was a dragonet. And it was more than time for that. Play was an important balance to work. He shuffled on his ledge, looking out over the weyrbowl as he contemplated this course of action.

And then he heard the cry of a cyan. He glanced towards the sky and sought out the flying form in the air. Ah! Another Flight. He shifted, thinking about joining. Kelsira had been so upset after the last one, but....

Another couldn't hurt.

He launched himself into the air. Play. He had thought about playing with Kelsira. He supposed he would play with the cyan, instead, and see what came of it. Divith beat at the air. He would show Enciath what he could do! He banked sharply, driving himself into a tight loop-the-loop, which with a tight turn crossed himself. A few tight turns and banks and he had flown a perfect circle, a whole, before swerving back into the wings of her pursuers. He could make Enciath whole, for this flight!

Kelsira swore virulently as she felt the lust take wing inside of her as surely as her blue had take wing to the air. A flight... And a maiden one! The bluerider changed direction and headed to the Weyr where she could sense the waiting dragon. Person. Rider. Cyan. A low grumble in her throat as her own muscled tensed with the acrobatics they did in the air. Whatever else happened between them, Kelsira and Divith were a balance of each other and she was as attuned to him as ever. The rider stumbled into the Weyr and took her normal spot against the wall. She didn't know this rider. That was okay. She didn't have to know anyone for a flight.

After all, she was merely going to leave afterwards, as quickly and unsurreptitiously as possible. As usual.

[Rappu]

Barahath saw a young cyan around the skies, and heard her call.

What else was there to do but to go and catch her? He was an agile, small Purple, with enough stamina to outfly most fighters. And she called out to suitors, and he was a good suitor.

M'dag rolled his eyes at the dragon's line of logic, but he complain. Flights could be enjoyable, and he liked the smaller flights with fighters. Whenever they flew subqueens, M'dag was on the edge with worry about their tempers, their teeth and in some cases, their riders.
But a cyan like Enciath? Why not? D'nari would have to make do without him, though. M'dag smiled and rose from his desk, placed the specimen glass back in its place on the shelf, washed his hands and stretched out on the bed.

Barahath. While you're going, could you call Ka'mond?[/color]

Barahath did so as he stretched his wings and shot after Enciath. He added a private Oh Abyrath, my sweet star, wish me luck! as he flew. The purple saw nothing wrong with flying everything that rose. Abyrath was his one-and-only, and he wanted to show her how good a dragon he was by chasing. M'dag didn't understand it, but apparently things were different for dragons. So while Barahath chased, M'dag always stayed back.

Caring, sweet, beautiful Enciath! Look, this is what I can do!

Barahath pirouetted around his own axis as he drew a draconic 8-shape in the air. Back in the Weyr, M'dag chuckled. Show-off. The two enjoyed the chase, skies flying around M'dag's eyes and cold wind whooshing around Barahath.

[princesal]

Enciath hadn't slowed down even a bit as some males began to join in. She took note of who they were, and when the first had been Ana, had almost faltered a moment, wondering if that was alright. But the idea felt alright, and her blood rushed through her body, propelling her to fly faster, to spin, to twist in mid-air in way that didn't look dragonly possible. Her small body allowed for her to move through the air in a way that her decision making was split second and entirely present.

She acknowledged Ana with a twinkle of laughter before she blasted straight up into the air again, legs held tight to her body, tail and neck straight, making herself as aerodynamic as possible. Enciath was having so much fun, and felt strong and true, even as she curled in on herself, to turn back around and folded her wings in tight to her body.

Others had joined, those she only knew in passing. Thanath, a black, whom (she decided then and there) wouldn't be able to keep up with her. Not the way she wanted at least, his lack of spectacular flying tricks had her dismissing him before she even greeted him. Divith, a blue, who she greeted as she saw his impressive loop-de-loop. He could join in the flight, she was alright with that. While Enciath didn't know him, or his rider, that didn't bother her nearly as much as it bothered her rider. The last suitor that joined was Barahath, a purple. He didn't do nearly as much as the two blues who had joined, but the fact that he had done something made her bugle in delight. A purple! She was a small cyan, the fact that she was able to call the attentions of a purple had D'nari preening like a wherry.

Enciath stopped looking at them though, and shot herself towards the ground, eyes slit, heart racing, she was flying down with enough speed that it broke through the flight lust that D'nari was feeling, into a smidge of worry. Enciath didn't falter for a moment, and at the last possible second she could safely do this, opened her wings, and rushed from the ground and back into the sky, serpentine style, and laughing. She got so close to the ground that there was dust kick-up.

While her flight patterns seemed somewhat complicated, and random, the dragon and her rider, were entirely used to it. From the beginning when they started running, the two of them dealt with the land the way it presented itself rather then find an easier path. Even in the air, it was rich with formations and different structures. Updrafts and down drafts, wind coming off of the lake, warmer wind coming from a location she couldn't immediately determine. All of that could change the way she flew, and it could happen in a moment.

But as it is with most fighters, while they flew the fastest, they ran out of stamina. It was only because of constant movement that her stamina was any bit better than any other fighter, but even she would wear out eventually.

Flying through her own loop-de-loop, she turned and rounded back towards the suitors, before flying at them, winding a pattern through their formation, around their bodies, teasing. That's really what most of this was, her teasing, with light hearted laughter following her wherever she flew. It wouldn't last for much longer, so she was going to enjoy every millisecond.

Back in the weyr, D'nari was bounding on the balls of his feet, unable to stand still even if he wanted to. They felt so alive, so complete, and it was a good feeling, an addictive feeling. Adrenaline and lust fueled his body, and when G'lin entered the room, stumbling over his words, D'nari nearly bounced over to him, grin showing off more teeth then his normal smiles did, his reached his hand out to put it on G'lin shoulders, and walked around him, fingertips trailing over shoulders, back, other shoulder, chest, back to the original shoulder. "Still have a weakness for long hair?" With a laugh, he raced off, jumping up onto his trunk, and smiling brightly as Naima entered.

Not knowing her, he jumped off his trunk, and jogged up to her, and even when trying to stand still, he was still moving a bit. "You think it'd be bad form to run through the weyr and have you all chase? Wouldn't mind being chased by you." He gave Naima a wink before fluttering off to Kelsira, reaching up he leaned forward so that his elbows were touching the wall on either side of her head, his forearms flush to the wall. "Hello there, beautiful." A cheeky smile, and he was spinning away, back to his bed, which he flopped down on. "Anyone else hot in here?"

Wow, like dragon like rider. D'nari would look back and probably start laughing about just how teasy and flirty he had been to everyone. But right now it all felt right, and made him feel good to acknowledge everyone, to flirt, to tease. They were all here for him, sure they're dragons had fueled a fire, but they could have found someone else, instead they had come to his weyr. It made him feel like a million marks.

[Maggie]

Anablimyth crooned happily, his eyes whirling an excited green from the joy of the chase. This was how it should be! This was how he wanted to catch her! He was smaller than she, though not by too much, and not as endurant, but he was more nimble than many of the others chasing now that he wan't going through that awkward late growth spurt. Really he hadn't meant to throw G'lin all those times, they had been pure accidents... But now he was poetry in the air and he intended to use that poetry to impress tha beautiful jewel he chased. He followed her every twist and turn, trying to make them that much sharper, that much more impressive, showing his prowess off to her.

G'lin stared at D'nari a second. His brain was not working very fast. It was like swimming in warm molasses. Hair? Hair! Yes. He liked long hair. Loved it. Loved running his fingers through it, braiding it... A bright laugh bubbled up from his chest as he thought of the reactions they'd get if they went running through the Weyr naked. "We should. It would be hilarious," he suggested with a leer. "We could traumatise some little candidates."

When D'nari mentioned being hot, he bit back his tongue on a suggestion that D'nari just get naked then and there. That would be rude. And overstepping. And he could still remember the dangerously cheerful look on his mother's face when she had first told him about runs and flights and being nice and polite to the rider of any dragon that Ana chased. "Be a gentleman," she had said. "Don't push, only take what you're given, be gallant and supportive and loving. It's all about the riser's rider. And if I hear you were anything but gallant, I'll feed sensitive parts of you to Task." He wasn't sure if she had been serious, but it was best, sometimes, not to assume that she wasn't. He was her son and therefore usually exempt from her more wher-ish behaviour, but sometimes...

"I'll do whatever you want me to," he purred to D'nari. That was supportive and gallant but still let him express his lust! Perfect. "I'll give up my clothes for you like Ana did for Enciath." And that was less so. When he was less addled, he'd wince at how awkward he sounded, but now all he could see was beautiful, beautiful D'nari.