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Bright as a Mirror [ 7.4.2591; 5:16 AM ] || Event
« on: June 21, 2018, 12:15:02 PM »
The day had barely begun for most in the Weyr when Imyth chased her past turn’s mate from their weyr. Though his rider was allowed to stay for the impending Flight if he chose to participate again, Maelboroth himself was driven from the Queen’s side to wait in the light of the early sun. Imyth herself snapped and hissed, restless and nearly glowing. There had been no mistaking her increased moodiness and luminescence in the prior days; and with a close repeat of the previous turn, it seemed she would be rising well and early in the morning.

Finally, after nearly half a mark of impatience and growing pheromones that served to wake some of the male dragons in the Weyr, Imyth spread her wide wings and slipped down to the herdbeast pens. Selecting one—rather than the many that she might want—the pale Queen blooded her kill, the bright red of it staining her jaws as she took the beast’s energy for her own.

She would need all of it to run from them all, to make sure that she got only the best mate to sire her clutch.

Imyth roared once the corpse was drained, still dripping blood as she soared upward into the air. Her metallic golden hide caught the light, refracting it like a polished brass mirror and making her almost seem to glow. Her challenge issued to the Weyr, she simply spiraled restlessly around the Bowl. As much as she wanted to take off immediately, to flee from them all far out across the ocean surrounding Fort Island, Eimerra kept her back.

Those hoping to catch her would have to gather first. But she wouldn’t give them long.

Do not keep me waiting.

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Re: Bright as a Mirror [ 7.4.2591; 5:16 AM ] || Event
« Reply #1 on: June 22, 2018, 04:56:54 AM »
Bayorth was one of many bronzes who had been entirely too interested in Imyth's increasing brightness. The already irritable bronze becoming more snappish in the past days. Y'tol himself strove to not let his dragons proddiness from bleeding into his own emotions, although all of the bronzers were notably on edge.

Whilst Y'tol had nothing against the brownrider who had won Imyth's flight the previous turn, he was doubtful that the Weyrsecond would be sitting for a second turn. He, along with many other Jungle Bronzes had decided to... protest the Junior Weyrwoman's actions. Surprisingly, and he supposed many of his fellow wingmates would have been mildly annoyed by the fact, X'kis had stepped up to the role and survived most of the dubious looks in his direction throughout his term.

Regardless, Imyth had always been one of the more achievable gold goals for Bayorth and Y'tol. Whilst he had no real desire for the Weyrsecond position, Bayorth and he knew their duty far too well to deny flying any of the Queens. And if this was to be Bayorth's turn, then Y'tol would do his best to fill the boots of great bronze riders before him, and he tried not to let his own apathy for the idea of the role quench Bayorth's chances.

Bayorth had been on the edge of sleep, brought to the brink of wakefulness by Imyth's growing intensity throughout the morning, his tail and wings twitching in his intermediary state. It was the Gold's roar that finally woke him, and he almost leapt straight from his Weyr ledge into the sky to streak after her. Only Y'tol's garbled cry to wait kept the bronze tethered restlessly to his Weyr ledge, impatiently waiting for Y'tol to throw on something to keep him respectable enough during the wait.

Wordlessly urged upwards, Bayorth flapped to Imyth's ledge. The bronze not acknowledging any other dragon who may have been waiting to the Weyrwoman's ledge to be vacated, muscling his way through the line to deposit Y'tol. Ignoring the silent salute from his rider, Bayorth could finally turn his attention to their pale golden Queen, and roaring his answer to her challenge, took to the skies after her.
                
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Re: Bright as a Mirror [ 7.4.2591; 5:16 AM ] || Event
« Reply #2 on: June 22, 2018, 09:44:02 AM »
J’dan didn’t like Eimerra. He thought she was an insufferable holder sympathizer with her head stuck in the sand. But she’d impressed a Gold, somehow. He had certainly protested her flight alongside his brethren in Jungle the previous time but he understood that wasn’t really something they could do again.

What if another Brown won?

While he couldn’t find fault with X’kis in deed, he could on principle. What sort of Gold was caught by a Brown? If anything, this was just proof enough that Jungle couldn’t sit out of Gold flights because this sort of nonsense would happen.

J’dan, like most of the weyr, knew that the Flight would happen soon enough. That it was so damned early just made him grumble while tugging on a pair of pants. It wasn’t like he’d been jolted out of bed, more like Brynioth had nagged him awake in preparation for the rise of the Queen.

They couldn’t be late, couldn’t be caught off guard. Had to be ready.

When Imyth took wing and called for them to come for her, Brynioth launched himself. Neither he nor his Rider might like Eimerra, but this wasn’t about her. This was about being Bronze Riders. About ensuring someone competent became Weyrsecond.

J’dan clearly thought himself in the running.

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Re: Bright as a Mirror [ 7.4.2591; 5:16 AM ] || Event
« Reply #3 on: June 23, 2018, 09:08:47 PM »
M’rek didn’t really want to be Weyrsecond again. That sounded arrogant to say, so he never would admit it out loud—and especially not to more traditional Bronzers or someone like K’eeda, who wanted the rank more than any Blue rider had a right to. (Another thing he’d never tell her, since her drive and ambition was one of those things he admired about her.) But for him, personally… it didn’t appeal.

He was a much more hands-on person, he’d found. The experience of it had been valuable, and he didn’t wish it had never happened, but M’rek would much rather remain in his position as Wingleader than have to shuffle things around again as he’d had to do some few turns ago.

But that wasn’t to say he didn’t know his responsibilities as a Bronzer. So in the days leading up to Imyth’s Flight, when the pale Queen had been moody and even more luminous and bright than her shiny hide normally leant itself to, he’d steeled himself for the possibility that it might happen. Likely not, he would guess, given the fallout of the previous turn; Jungle had publicly shunned Imyth’s Flight out of the principle of it all… but that had resulted in X’kis, hadn’t it?

M’rek would almost rather that the Brown rider could just keep his position. He’d certainly served it well, and without the political posturing that would no doubt accompany the promotion of a more traditional and confrontational rider.

As reluctant as he was, when he’d been woken by his dragon’s restlessness early that morning, Polanth felt the opposite. His rider’s lack of ambition—as he saw it—annoyed him, and so the large Bronze had partly pulled away from M’rek, brooding on the ledge of their weyr as he watched Imyth shove Maelboroth away, down a herdbeast… and then announce her challenge to the Weyr with blood on her jaws.

Hurry. It was all he said, still annoyed with M’rek but not enough to leave him behind. At least, with the early wakefulness, he’d had time to be a little less bleary, to run a hand through his hair to tame it somewhat, and put on some pants. When Polanth summoned him, he was ready.

They parted wordlessly as he stepped off and into Eimerra’s weyr, Polanth pushing his bulk up into the sky, and all his burning attention on the Queen—purple eyes mingled with shades of red as his annoyance blended into anger. He even hissed at another male who drew too close as they all jockeyed for space closest to Imyth, hoping the proximity would mean something when she finally took off, starting the Flight for real.

M’rek didn’t want to be Weyrsecond again. But dealing with Polanth when—or if—they lost was going to be almost as bad.
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Re: Bright as a Mirror [ 7.4.2591; 5:16 AM ] || Event
« Reply #4 on: June 25, 2018, 08:57:23 PM »
Why do riding leathers have so many buckles? Fae had never noticed before, it had been second nature given she wore them so often. Shards, she’d been trying on her parent’s and siblings’ leathers before she’d even been a candidate. But now… there were so many damn buckles. With another frustrated huff, Fae let the jacket fall back to the floor and sat roughly on the bed.

The whole set of emotions hit her again, frustration, sadness, uselessness, and anger. It brought a pout to her lip and tears to her eyes, but that wasn’t unusual for Fae anyway. The fellis juice had helped with the stretching in her side while she tried to pull all her clothes on, but it had dulled her excitable energy for the past weeks. Now the Healer Hall was weaning her off, leaving the only the numbweed salve to help ease the ache that had settled into her right side. It was better, she hated the being tired, and the Healers were always very nice as they helped her through it. She liked the attention, which she didn’t try to deny, but there was still a bunch of adjustment. And pain. And frustration.

But there was something else today too, a restlessness. It made her a little hot and stuffy, given she only had on trousers and a light linen shirt, it was unusual, and she was too busy sniffing to think it over.

Until Voyith stirred.

Stretching, her Blue didn’t say anything, but Fae now realised the extra heat wasn’t coming from her so to speak. Smacking herself in the forehead, her back only slightly twinging from the speed of it, she groaned. “Oh shard it! Why didn’t you tell me you ninny? You know I don’t pay attention to these things! And it’s not like anyone can tell when you get proddy because you’re always irritable. Ughhh, gimme a bit to—” she was interrupted by the roar of the Gold somewhere off in the Bowl.

No time. You must go as you are. We must show the Gold how we fly.

Grumbling about having to do everything herself, and how she’d had so much on her mind, and blah blah blah, Faennilin clambered her way up onto her Blue’s back. They’d had to retire from drills, and dragonriding in general. It was a hard pill to swallow, but they could still fly, and that was the most important thing to them now.

Voyith angled down to Eimerra’s and Imyth’s weyr, landing lightly in comparison to the Bronzes and Browns, depositing his precious cargo.  Much like some of the more direct dragons, he too didn’t wait his turn, instead angling in fast and using the greater agility to get in and back out with speed. Fae moved to the back of the crowd quickly. Although she loved the thrill of Voyith flying in a Gold flight, she knew they weren’t going to win. Usually she’d enjoy a bit of ribbing or winks to the other lower ranks, maybe even some flirting with other likely losers, but today she’d rather just sink into the background.

Although she’d gotten so frustrated with her buckles this morning, she felt acutely different without them now. She was always in leathers. Now she was in a Gold flight without her jacket, her arm, and most of the easy confidence she usually had.

Voyith wouldn’t stay at the back of the pack, at least for as long as he could help it. Angling his way close to the front, if he could have puffed out his chest he would have. He didn’t roar like some of the others, he just focused.

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Re: Bright as a Mirror [ 7.4.2591; 5:16 AM ] || Event
« Reply #5 on: June 30, 2018, 03:58:25 PM »
X'kis didn't begrudge what was to be his last moments as a weyrsecond. The circumstances around Maelboroth's capture of the smallest queen should never have happened in the first place, and as the fog of flight lost started to distract him, X'kis was pleased by the sheer amount of Bronzes who began to chase. Maelboroth should not catch Imyth again with so many larger dragons in the mix, though the urgency with which he chased after the gold said it would not be for lack of trying.

He glanced at the young weyrwoman then, not stupid enough to reach out to her, but silently wishing her well. The weyr was getting crowded, and he offered a brief nod to any who caught his eye. She would be in good hands, he had no doubt. With one final, steadying breath, he let Maelboroth have his head, chuckling at the browns self-assuredness. He'd either catch Imyth, or give the bronzes enough reason to push for a good flight. Win-win in both their minds.

As much as a dragon could enjoy trivial things, Maelboroth had enjoyed the past few days with his mate. When he was chased from their ledge, his eyes flickered between anger and sadness, before the realization of what was to come turned them a brilliant purple.

He was in the sky already when Imyth finished bloodying her kill, warming up his wings in lazy circles when she took to the sky herself. Any advantage he had for the early start dissipated when she made them wait, rumbling his annoyance as male dragons of every colour rose to join them, bronzes returning the sentiments as he tried to maintain his minor lead.

He was determined to catch Imyth. He hadn't been grounded after catching her the first time, and he'd proven it could be done. The only way these others would succeed was be outlying him... and he planned on mking that as difficult as possible. She may have run him off the ledge, but she was his until another took her from him. It was just a matter of keeping up with her now.

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Re: Bright as a Mirror [ 7.4.2591; 5:16 AM ] || Event
« Reply #6 on: June 30, 2018, 04:41:05 PM »
Good flights were a little more... intense than other flights, and the chance of winning was slim to none. But thread be damned if Wa'by and Vicith weren't going to give it a go anyway. There wasn't quite the same chill that came with green flights, many of those ending with a gleeful romp in the sack win or lose, but Gold flights brought with them a unique brand of lust that could take an entire day to work off... and when else did the bluerider get the opportunity to coax bronzeriders into bed. It was a rare occurance at best. But flightlust made bedfellows of everyone, and he was nothing if not someone willing to bet on the absurd.

All thoughts he could address later, of course. First he'd have to get to Eimerra's weyr. "Ready to give it a go, mate? See if Immy's gonna letcha catch 'er? Bet we'd give ol' Halibutt a shock and a half'vwe Pulled it off... Might be the last straw for Hairy Mclairy though. Poor bugger's heart'd give out trying to spread the word." He was chattering incessently at Vicith, struggling to pull pants on but not quite as keen as usual to ride Vicith to Eimerra's weyr with certain... appendages... exposed to the elements.

She'll kark it before you get there at this rate. Vicith rumbled, his rising lust giving a little more sting to his usually dry mental voice. He didn't move though, already in position to be mounted and old enough to be able to put aside the lust long enough to take his rider where he needed to go, irritation aside.

"Yeah yeah. she'll be right." Wa'by grumbled back, getting the second leg through and dashing on over to get in position. "Goarn and fuck off ya little bastards" He added with a wild swing of his hands, copping a nick on the hand when Grog decided she didn't like being spoken to like that.

The gold firelizard may not have been helping herself but she'd had her servants trying to assist him to get ready the moment they realised he wanted to leave, and the rude dismissal was decidedly uncalled for.

"Ahh stuff ya. I'll swing on back when I'm done with some nibbly's. C'mon Red. Time's a wasting." The hand he waved to dismiss the firelizards, pain in his hand aside, quickly turned into a firm thump of Vicith's hide, gripping tightly as the blue left their ledge and moved towards Imyth's.

Vicith said nothing, but his mental touch got decidedly colder as he noted all the other dragons waiting for Imyth to officially start the flight, clearly unhappy with the delay. He dropped his rider off with an annoyed huff, before swooping up to join the other males, trying to position himself in a way that could let him catch Imyth early on. The length of the flight was important for golds... but Vicith only wanted to claim her, and he would lose his opportunity the longer the flight went on.

Wa'by didn't waste any more time, stepping in and standing near a few familiar riders from his time in Mountain Wing. Most were already with their dragons, but he managed to catch the eye of one or two before he let Vicith take over. At least there wouldn't be as many acrobatics in this one... He didn't know if his stomach could handle it this early in the day.

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Re: Bright as a Mirror [ 7.4.2591; 5:16 AM ] || Event
« Reply #7 on: July 04, 2018, 04:08:48 AM »
It was never about her liking for a particular rider; when X'kis had won her Imyth it had been awkward but they had both settled into a companionable enough relationship but Eimerra hadn't allowed herself to get too attached to the rider. She had accepted it wouldn't last, that another - most likely a bronze - would be sharing her weyr before the end of this Turn (and this current day now) so when Imyth had started her mood swings along with the other subtle clues that suggested she was set to rise, Eimerra had tried to prepare herself for what was to come.

Eimerra knew how a lot of the weyr saw her, at least among the Jungle riders and there was some pain in knowing she might be stuck with someone she couldn't get along with. However, she turned those doubts and fears inward and away from her dragon, Imyth needed to be all about this moment and her shining time in the sun. The stomach-clenching hunger of need that burned through her body, had Eimerra reaching out to rest it against a wall for a moment as it all washed over her and she heard but mostly felt the challenging bellow from her dragon as she started the chase. Imyth was the smallest of the golds - not counting Natala's gold - and it once suggested that she might be easier to catch.

Those with more experience knew better now as Imyth used her size to her advantage coaxing them with her shine and song. That clear demand that was impossible to ignore or truly deny, teasing those who dared to try and woo her in the chase by diving down in among them and then away, a streak of sleek golden speed that said you cannot catch me! and laid it out clear and bold that she relished their interest.

It wouldn't end quickly, Imyth was good at this and cunning on top of that. The chase was on now, who was going to emerge the victor this time and win their way to Weyrsecond at the same time.


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Re: Bright as a Mirror [ 7.4.2591; 5:16 AM ] || Event
« Reply #8 on: July 04, 2018, 09:46:57 PM »
J’dan found himself in Eimerra’s weyr. He had the presence of mind to find X’kis and receive the Brown Rider’s nod of greeting. He was polite enough to return it, but only just. He found a place along the wall where he could lose himself in Brynioth’s Flight.

He wanted his dragon to win. His bronze to beat the brown, to show that Jungle produced winners. That was more important to him than the rank, really. Someone from Jungle should take the position. J’dan, and Brynioth, believed more than anything that it belonged to a Bronze from Jungle. Proof enough that a brown had won when his Wing protested last flight.

If nothing else, he would make sure they represented Jungle well and gave Imyth a great chase. Brynioth roared his entry into the Flight when she actually took off and let it begin. He had no reason to conserve his strength or stamina – he wanted to be out front. To be noticed right away. It didn’t even occur to Brynioth that he might fall out of the running.

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Re: Bright as a Mirror [ 7.4.2591; 5:16 AM ] || Event
« Reply #9 on: July 04, 2018, 09:57:39 PM »
It wasn’t just because it was Eimerra. K’eeda would’ve been bouncing on the balls of her feet and ready to go no matter which Gold it was, but it was Eimerra.

K’eeda liked Eimerra. They were friends. Or friendly. So this was more important to her, and Aeleroth, than normal. While the idea of a rank was incredibly important to her, it was also important to K’eeda to participate because of who the Rider was that was involved.

When Imyth was ready to go, so was the powerhouse of a Blue. He’d been watching her for quite awhile now. Wanting to catch when she’d leap from her ledge, to blood her kill. He was in the air as she did, the thrill of the Flight burning through him and, in turn, alighting in K’eeda. She made her way eagerly to Eimerra and the weyr she was waiting in.

The odds that a Blue would win were… slim. Realistically, K’eeda knew that. But that wasn’t going to stop her or Aeleroth from giving their all and chasing after Imyth, and Eimerra, or the rank they both so desperately wanted. They had to put on a good showing, at the very least, so that the rest of the weyr would know to take Blues seriously.

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Re: Bright as a Mirror [ 7.4.2591; 5:16 AM ] || Event
« Reply #10 on: July 07, 2018, 01:47:28 PM »
Experienced as he was, Polanth knew better than to extend all of his energy right away. He didn’t respond as drastically to Imyth’s tricks as others might, reserving his strength and keeping up with her through simple but efficient Flight rather than showy or over-zealous overtures. This was no picky Green that needed to be wooed in order to choose her winner. Imyth would demand the best of all of them until someone succeeded in outsmarting her, in pulling her from the sky and proving they were worthy of her attention.

No matter what M’rek might think, Polanth fully intended to be the dragon to do it.

So he followed her, doggedly, but without any extra shows of acrobatics. And when she might dive down among her suitors, he didn’t shy away—he would use his bulk to push another male from the area he occupied if necessary. He might not be as openly aggressive as Black dragons like Neisoth, but Polanth was no pushover either.

Down in Eimerra’s weyr, M’rek was surprised not at all to see Jungle riders turn out in force. They had snubbed the Gold and her rider the previous turn, and he knew many of them had regretted it. X’kis might have been a perfectly suitable Weyrsecond, but to people like that, it didn’t matter. The fact that he rode a Brown instead of a Bronze meant, to more traditional minds, that it wasn’t his position to claim.

That hadn’t stopped him and Maelboroth before. Maybe it wouldn’t again—though M’rek knew better than to really think that. But he hoped, for Eimerra’s sake as his friend, that whoever caught her would at least be kind to her.

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Re: Bright as a Mirror [ 7.4.2591; 5:16 AM ] || Event
« Reply #11 on: July 10, 2018, 09:04:26 PM »
There were plenty of larger dragons giving chase as Imyth darted away, though you'd be hard pressed to think Maelboroth would let that alone dictate his own behaviour. He had every intention of staying in the sky as long as Imyth, his success the previous turn dispelling what doubt there might have already been. He was large enough in his own right not to be bullied out of position, though there was a certain bit of give and take to his actions that allowed him to maintain a reasonable distance to the gold dragon without giving any reason for the more aggressive chasers to target him.

He interpreted Imyth's twists and turns with slightly broader ones of his own, aiming to conserve energy while ensuring he was less likely to overshoot a sudden change of direction. He was only a few metres smaller than the gold, and the easiest way for him to anticipate her motions was to mimic them to an extent. He wasn't young enough to think that diving down past other males was a clever way to fly, not having the allure of a queen to keep them from flying right into him, but knowing when a dive may be possible was easier when you were capable of it as well. In the brown's mind anyway.

It was far too early in the flight to be concerned about his own stamina, and so far any dragon was in the running to catch the Gold. There was always the chance the flight would end quickly, with Imyth misjudging her ability and finding herself at another dragon's mercy... though he'd not witnessed such a thing in a gold flight without the queen herself flagging, by which time the suitors were mainly Bronzes. If the opportunity presented itself however, Maelboroth would have no issues taking Imyth for a second turn.

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