I Rise Again!!

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Sat Jun 04, 2016 4:46 am

Date: Early Spring
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It had been several months since the near disaster of the queen fight between Paiseantath and the young Benden queen. While Eavan was thankful that things hadn't gone as badly as they could have, she would not lie and say that life had been any sort of easy since then. The senior gold's wing had been broken during the scuffle thanks to the zealousness of the males trying to tear them apart. Eavan was not angry with the bronzes and browns, a broken wing was better than the alternative, but her marvelous queen wasn't exactly the easiest patient. It had taken several of the males to force her towards the infirmary and all of Eavan's will power to keep her there. Eventually the pain wore out over lust and finally she allowed the healers close enough to treat her injury.

Eavan had heard of queen fights before, of course, but generally they either ended tragically or had been broken up quickly enough so that the queens continued to fly. Needless to say, there had been quite a bit of confusion due to the fact Paiseantath had not been caught. Many questions were asked, was she going to rise again soon, would it be another turn, who should the Weyrleader be, etc... The first two Eavan couldn't answer, of course, but the last one she could. It would be easiest for R'vir to stay the Weyrleader until Paiseantath rose again. Whether or not everyone agreed with that opinion didn't matter. She had an injured, aggravated, and still proddy gold to deal with so she wasn't about to try and figure out a so-called fair way of determining a new Weyrleader. The first few weeks Eavan held onto the hope that Paiseantath's mood would get better, but a month passed and then the second crept by but the queen's mood did not improve. Her mood affected Eavan's, so while the gold was convalescing the Senior Weyrwoman was not the most pleasant of people to have to deal with.

The last several weeks, Paiseantath was given more freedom to use her wing though she was informed to take it easy. Eavan made sure her gold didn't push herself too hard and every day she got a little stronger. Today Eavan was feeling more like her old self since her gold wasn't quite the ball of anger she had been when she was grounded. It was creeping towards lunch time, but thanks to the rain that had been falling most of the day there wasn't a lot that could be done. Well, except paperwork. There was always tons of paperwork to do. Eavan was buried nose deep in it, not paying attention to much else except the occasional clap of thunder. She knew she should stop soon since hunger was beginning to get to her, but she was so close to being done with her report. It wasn't but a few moments after her stomach gave a rather loud growl, that the hunger turned into something else entirely. Paiseantath? She questioned as she felt for her gold. "Oh shit..." Eavan didn't need to question the queen further, she knew what her life mate was going to do. She put down her quill and quickly rolled to her door to make sure it was unlocked.

It is time my males! No wretched whelp of a puny queen is going to keep me from my skies again! Paiseantath bugled fiercely as she dove down towards the corrals and quickly dispatched a buck. The rain splattered off of her glowing hide like tiny sparkling diamonds. It was only a few moments before one buck was blooded, then another, and another, and finally one more. Angrily she tossed the broken carcass at one of the males before leaping into the sky. Her wings beat furiously against the wind and rain. Paiseantath's challenge rang out louder than the clap of thunder that broke the sky. Today she would lead her males on a chase through the clouds and lightening until the most worthy one proved himself to be the sire of her next clutch....a clutch that had been denied her for too long.
That's right, ladies and gentlemen, Paiseantath has taken to the air once again. This will be a one round flight with the winner to be determined next weekend. If it gets to be Friday and you haven't gotten your male in and would still like to, please let me know and I'll be sure to postpone the winner until Saturday night. Since this is a Leadership flight please keep in mind the IC rules and that only PC riders may join. Good luck!!
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A'ric looked outside his window and sighed a bit to himself. The young man really didn't like days like today, although he guessed he could use it to make sure he was all caught up on his paperwork for his Wing. He really didn't have that much to do, so as he sat down at his desk, he let his mind wander a bit. The last time he had tried to do paperwork during the day, the Queen had risen, and Behemoth had ended up chasing her. Then everything had gone south from there. Somehow the young Benden Queen had shown up, and the two Golds had gone at it. By the time the males got them apart, and due to them trying to get them apart, their Queen had suffered an injury to her wing.

Now it had been a while, and the Queen was finally able to start using her Wing again. The news made everyone happy, because it meant that the Queen (and her rider), would hopefully be less angry. He was just glad that it hadn't been more serious than it was. Everyone had already been worried when the Queen hadn't Risen when everyone thought she would, and then to be attacked like that. Now, A'ric could not stop himself from wondering when the she would, rise again. Honestly, the young bronze rider was pretty sure that everyone was hoping it would be sooner rather than later.

A flash of lightning and clash of thunder brought him out of his thoughts. He shrugged the thoughts away, deciding to worry about it another time. Before he could even think about anything else, he felt a familiar feeling and heard Behemoth call to him. Paiseantath is rising again! This time, I will catch her for sure! With that, the bronze took off, going to blood 3 livestock. He would need to energy to keep up with the firey Queen. As he followed her through the storm, he crooned. Paiseantath, your beauty knows no bounds!

A'ric quickly got dressed into some fairly nice clothes. Even if Behemoth didn't win, he still wanted to look at least semi presentable. The bronze rider knew he would certainly be the youngest of the group thanks to him being made Wingthird almost directly out of Weyrlinghood.He made his way to the Weyrwoman's apartment, bowing as he entered. "May Paiseantath fly well, m'lady.." With that, he took his spot where he knew everyone else would be waiting once they arrived as well.
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The sandy brown had been shocked when another queen tore into Paiseantaths' Flight, putting a halt to everything but protecting his Senior Queen. Unfortunately, Norieth was much smaller and of less use pulling the queens apart than his bronze counterparts and he could boast of no brave deeds except taking a shot at the invader when he could. To Ay'li, he admitted that if those bronzes hadn't acted first, that it would have been he to pry the queens apart, that if he hadn't been surprised, he could have acted sooner. He pined for the fiery gold as she lay injured and bitter, doing what he could to appease her as she healed, bringing her a kill from time to time, doting on her and reminding her how beautiful and powerful she was, how she challenged that unworthy gold and showed her to be an unfit queen.

Oh how he dearly loved his Queen and wished to show her that, but each time her was around her he felt guilty he had not fought harder for her. Norieth would make up for his blunders though, prove to Paiseantath that he wouldn't fail her again and when she took to those skies - as she inevitably would - he would give Chase and fly harder than ever to show her his renewed dedication. Until then, he lay in wait, reserving his strength just as the queen regained hers.

Ay'li understood that this Flight was not over, merely postponed. The initial chaos of the interrupted Flight had been handled with as much care as possible, reigning in Eavan as much as they could until she recovered her senses. She had been just as surprised as everyone else, but Jora had moved into action first and the femme brownrider moving in shortly after. Where Norieth could risk harm and injury getting between those battling queens, Ay'li was not afraid to feel Eavans' wrath if it meant stopping her from turning this into a disaster. Afterwards, the Weyr was at a loss, unsure what to do next, and yet the logical step was to keep R'vir as the Weyrleader until everything settled and Paiseantath healed from her wounds. If the Senior did not rise soon after though, they would deal with the changes as needed, for now the wheels of the Weyr had to keep turning.

The day had started with a gloom, dark clouds hovering over the Weyr, rain pelting the Yard and the occasional streak of lightning and clash of thunder stormed over head. It was the sort of day one wanted to stay inside, cozy by the fire with a good book and a cup of something potent. However, a radiant sun was about to break through the gloom, a beauty and fire like none other as Paiseantath chose this day to be her second coming. As the queen dove for the feeding pens once more, the whole Weyr was a flutter, males answering her call from every corner of the Yard, even Norieth bellowed a response as he too veered toward the corrals. Keeping his distance from the fiery queen as she fed, the sandy brown took down two of his own beasts, bleeding them dry and keenly watching the gold drain the last of her own kills. The rain was barely felt, but the sparkles on the radiant hide of the queen only added to her beauty and the male rumbled approvingly, admiring his queen once more.

When she felt the pull from her other half, Ay'li knew that this was it and had no intentions of holding the brown back from this Flight or any of Pai's future challenges. They had succeeded once, and the femme brownrider knew that they were ready to face those challenges once more as Weyrleader, to do better than before and perhaps she wouldn't be greeted with as much resistance as before and have the chance to do some good for the Weyr next time. Though her reading had been interrupted, the Wingsecond was all too happy to set aside the hidework and answer the call of their dragons. Making sure all was well at home before she slipped out, the brownrider made her way toward Eavan's apartment, hoping that this Flight, while eventful and exciting in it's own right, wouldn't become the spectacle it had been before.

As Paiseantath shot into the air, Norieth was close behind her, wings beating hard to gain the lift and keep up with the fiery queen. Nothing could keep you down my radiant queen! The skies are yours, and yours alone! He crooned to her as they all breached the cliffside of the Weyr. As she rose higher though, the sandy brown saw her as the blazing sun she'd become against the dark clouds and even the weather couldn't make him tremble the way she did in that moment. Her power, her strength. How had he ever been so lucky to twine with her once before? The brown knew he faced formidable competition and he would have to fly smart instead of powerful to out fly these bulky bronzes, show his queen how brains were worth more than brawn. Nori knew that the queen would not hold back, she would give everything she had into this Flight since she'd been denied her glory for so long, so he planned to reserve his strength as long as he could while she tired herself out flying through the clouds and leading the other males on an impossible chase through the clouds. The brown didn't quite have the same stamina that they did, but knowing the sunset gold would need to climb higher to reach her peak, he waited for her at the top, following Paiseantath from above and catching glimpses of that radiant hide breaking through the clouds.

When Ay'li arrived at the Weyrwoman's apartment, she was polite about entering and giving a nod of acknowledgement to many of the men she recognized, some of them she even admired and was glad to see them here, while others she knew despised the fact that the woman had the audacity to show herself again. None of them mattered though, only Eavan. The femme brownrider approached the beautiful blonde with a sweet smile and gracefully took a knee before her, a dip of her head in respect. Plucking up the dainty hand in her own, Ay'li pressed her lips gently against the womans' knuckles as she slowly rose back to her feet. "I bet Pai's been itching to spread her wings like this again. I hope she doesn't take it easy on them." The brownrider said quietly and rather informally despite her gestures and appearance, and fluttered a wink at the Weyrwoman as she slowly let go of the woman's hand and took a step back. "May she fly far and true." The Wingsecond added a bit more formally as she took her place with the rest of the suitors, mossy green eyes watching Eavan and a constant coy smile on her lips.
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R'vir was among the many that was relieved the Queen fight had been ended by the males stepping in. After Paiseantath had been taken to the Weyr, some of the other males wound up herding he Benden Queen away until she ceased her attempts to get at Paiseantath. Unfortunately, the Senior Queen of Atricis had been injured, though only minorly, a wingfinger break was small and would heal up quickly as long as Paiseantath didn't try to push the envelope. R'vir, meanwhile, had remained Weyrleader since the Flight hadn't finished, and so he was among the Leadership to smooth things over with Benden, or, rather, to be one of the ones to receive the apologies from the Weyr and the Queenrider herself. It was a foolish oversight, they had said, to not check in properly and schedule a visit first, even if the Queenrider had arrived to pay her respects to the passed away ex-Weyrwoman Aizlin, who had once been one of their own for many turns.

After everything was said and done though and the aftermath of it blew over, no one was really sure what would happen with Paiseantath. With her Flight interrupted would she wait another turn? Or would she Fly when she was healed? Well, it seemed that the Queen had made her choice, and of course she decided to Fly on a day that it was storming. R'vir never really liked it when dragons chose to Fly during thunderstorms, even if this one was a lighter one, he felt like it was unnecessarily dangerous, and wished they had the natural instinct to steer clear of storms more often. He supposed that Flight won out on everything else though in the mind of a female. He definitely knew it did in a male, as Orthath rose to the challenge like he had so many times before for Paiseantath.

Paiseantath was hungry, greedily blooding buck after buck, giving Orthath time to fell a heardbeast of his own before she threw away her final one and rose into the sky once more. Then a clap of thunder, not quite drowned out by Paiseantath's call, struck the sky. In any other situation, Orthath would have hesitated flying into the storm and lightning, but this was Flight, the Flight of his Paiseantath that had been interrupted before. He wasn't going to let the danger of lightning and storm back him down. So with his own clarion call, he chased after the deep colored Queen.

I am here once more for you, Paiseantath. I will Chase you once more, and prove myself to you once more. Orthath called to her to ensure she knew he was here from the very beginning before the storm and lightning took and surrounded them, turning it into a game of chance as the light of lightning flashed in the clouds here and there, just enough frequency for it to be concerning if they got too close to the flashing clouds. Orthath could feel the charge in the air from those clouds, it humming in his wingtips, but he wouldn't back down and would see the Flight through to the end.

Of course, R'vir showed at Eavan's apartment, it helped they were still right across from each other, so he didn't show up too wet with rain even if he had left his umbrella at home. He lightly shook out his hair, that was growing out again, and stamped off his boots before he fully stepped in. He found it interesting he always managed to show up after others, but perhaps he did that on purpose. Either way, he was third to arrive, and he greeted Eavan with familiarity once more.

"Looks like Paiseantath wanted to come bag with a bang. Let's just hope the lightning doesn't try to take any of them from the sky this time, yeah?" He spoke as he nodded his head in greeting to the Weyrwoman he had been working with for just over a turn now given the extra few months he'd had in the position. "May the best dragon win, though."
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Pionath was as good as his word and then some. In the following months he checked in on Paiseantath often, regretting that he had grounded her for such a long period of time. It was better than her being killed of course but he doubted the golden queen saw it that way and he couldn't really blame her. There were other injuries from the fight but the one that kept Atricis' Senior Queen grounded, the one taking the longest to heal, was mostly thanks to him. Would he do it again to save his Queen's life? Yes, yes he would. Just as he visited her when he could to see how she was healing. And if she would not tolerate him near he watched from afar and queried the healers tending her.

He did apologize for having hurt her though he did not apologize for breaking up the fight. For her life he would do it again and again. He would not let anything happen to his Queen. He would be her shining shield against attacks, her brassy knight-even if she did not see him that way. No one ever said such a life was easy but he and his rider were both devoted to it.

There had been talk and concerns as to how the fight had been broken up, mainly that Paiseantath had not been Flown. What would happen now? Who was the Weyrleader? Pionath didn't care about that sort of stuff but he did wonder about Paiseantath. Her need had not been met, there was no new clutch on the sands. But what could be done? Even if she were to Rise again she needed that wing healed first and by then she would off her usual cycle. At times it felt as if the entire Weyr held its breath waiting to see what would happen. For Pionath that didn't start until the sunset gold was able to fly. Once she was in the air it was only a matter of time until she either Flew...or did not.

Her answer came in the form of a bugled challenge one afternoon; a call Pionath eagerly answered this time for very different reasons. He was quick to down and blood several beasts to give him the energy he would need to keep up with her and counter any situations that might arise. No she won't! he bugled in turn, And should she or any other try I will personally keep them from interfering with your glory! These skies belonged to Paiseantath as did the males that would be Chasing her-no one would interfere this time. Pionath had every intention of stopping them before they had a chance. No further harm would come to his Queen.

When she rose he was quick to follow, taking a position on the outskirts of those Chasing. Today any fancy moves the bronze made were purely to help him keep an eye out for trouble. He conserved his energy and strength as best he could yet kept a sharp eye on everything and everyone. This time would be different; no one and nothing would deny his Queen her glory. He would fly with her and the other Chasers refusing to drop out. Only once she had claimed her mate and the pair were safely on the ground would Pionath relax. Until then he would be their honor guard as it were, making absolutely sure the Flight ended as it ought. Paiseantath must be Flown, deserved to be Flown and by only the one she deemed the best. This time nothing must happen to prevent that. The bronze had little intention of actually Catching her, if only that he was too busy protecting her and doubted she would be different than any other gold anyway. They never wanted him; why should this be different? Thus he was finished trying to impress them and win their favor. Instead he would make sure their Flights were successes. That much he could do, for them and for his Weyr.

For his part R'sin was a bit annoyed at having his day interrupted but followed suit. After all if something did happen it was better that he was by Eavan's side. But he would not flirt with her or make any attempt to help Pionath win. That was not what this Flight was about, for either of them. Pionath would Fly greens and zultanites to satisfy himself. This Flight was all about making sure Eavan and Paiseantath were safe. The guards were doing what they did best. As he entered R'sin did nod to Eavan and mutter something like "May you both have a truly great Flight," but other than that he didn't interact with her much. He did stand about as close as possible but only to intercept someone else (or Eavan) if need be. He had absolutely no intention of touching Eavan or trying to curry favor with her. No he was just there as a bodyguard really, just as his dragon followed Paiseantath to shield her from harm. Perhaps the gold would be annoyed that Pionath was not truly Chasing after her neither half of the pair cared. What they wanted was for their Queen to be Flown well and come back safe and whole.
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Eavan was seated on her couch, more than ready for this flight to be over and done with. Maybe her emotions could go back to some sort of semblance of normalcy once her queen was finally egg heavy. She'd had enough time to switch into one of her simple night shifts before the first of the riders arrived. She's wasn't displeased to do see A'ric walk into her apartment first. "Thank you, A'ric. It's good to see Behemoth is not afraid to try his luck again." She told the young man with a sweet smile. The next to join was Ay'li and a wide smile spread on her face for the brownrider. Eavan had the utmost respect for Ay'li and would always be glad to see Norieth chase her gold. "You have no idea how ready the both of us were for this moment." She said with some exasperation as she happily accepted the kiss to her hand. "I have a feeling she'll make this as hard as possible, but I know Norieth is always up to the challenge." Eavan said with a wink before Ay'li moved back with the others.

The next to join was R'vir whom she smiled warmly and fondly to. "R'vir," She spoke his name softly as he approached to greet her. His hand was taken hold of and squeezed. "I don't think mother nature herself could stop Paiseantath from flying this time." Eavan was sure that no one or nothing would be able to stop her fierce queen from finally having her mate. "Thank you for remaining Weyrleader while we waited for this moment to come. It's been a pleasure to work with you." The last person to arrive was R'sin to which Eavan was rather surprised. He never joined in her flights (much to Paiseantath's ire). He was a good rider, but he wasn't at all ambitious enough to try for Leadership. Eavan wasn't sure if she approved or not of that...after all he'd given no reason that he would be a bad leader, so all she could do was chalk it up to laziness or complacency. Neither of which she was a fan of. "R'sin, thank you for coming." She nodded to him and then paid all of her attention to Paiseantath.

In the air, Paiseantath flew up as high as she could towards the darkening, ominous rain clouds. She didn't pay attention to the males at the moment as they were unimportant. All that mattered was claiming the sky as her own. The storm that was slowly beginning to pick up strength matched the storm raging inside the glowing queen. She'd been denied this before, but today she would right the wrongs that had been dealt to her and prove to the entire world why she was the true Queen. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled across the sky as Paiseantath began to level out her flying and finally looked behind her at the males.

You will need more than pretty words to sway me, Behemoth. She bugled back to him. Norieth. You have flown me well before. I wonder if you can do so again. The orange queen rocketed ahead, pushing her wings as hard as she could before climbing further up. For a moment it was almost as if she was going to risk going into the storm clouds, but she didn't. She hovered for a moment before tucking her wings and falling towards the males. For a moment her direction took her towards Orthath. Orthath, dear sweet Orthath. Your loyalty always pleases me. However, before she fell into the brown's grasp, Paiseantath made a sharp turn towards the outskirts of where the males were and towards a certain pale bronze.

So many times you have denied me even the presence of you chasing. It has angered me greatly, but today I would have you apologize to me for you absence by flying me well, Pionath. It was a command and an order to the bronze. You say you care about my well-being, here is your chance to prove it. I chose you, Pionath. The gold flew straight to Pionath in a way that he would either have to catch her or allow her to collide with him...risking another injury.

Back in her weyr, Eavan flashed a predatory grin at R'sin. "Looks like you can't hide in the shadows any longer, R'sin." She practically purred at the large man as she held a hand out for him to take. Later she would have a long talk with him about Leadership and why he'd avoided trying for it for so long...but there were other more pressing matters to deal with now.
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There was another factor that had Pionath on edge with this flight: the weather. Not only did he have to keep an eye out for any possibility of another fight but Paiseantath had Athenath's taste in weather to Fly in it seemed. A few rumbles of thunder and flashes of lightning had accented the beginning of her Flight but now the clouds were growing darker, the storm intensifying. The bronze bared his fangs at it, remembering through his rider how he had to tackle Athenath out of the sky after she was very nearly struck by a bolt of lightning. Yet trying to warn a Rising female was a fruitless endeavor. They owned the skies and would not have others telling them what to do. That was how it should be but Pionath really wished they would stop Rising during storms...what was next, Rising during a Fall?

None of that deterred him of course. Even when Paiseantath seemed as if she would plunge right into the storm clouds he did not falter. He would follow and make sure she was safe. If a dragon had to be struck down better that it be him. And still the bronze twisted ad twirled, keeping an eye on the weather, his Queen, the other suitors, and more. Nothing would stop Paiseantath this time; NOTHING! He would not allow it!

When she began addressing her suitors a small part of him listened, approving. Yes a mate should have more to offer than pretty words. Unfortunately Behemoth had size and power on his side; he truly was a behemoth. Certainly the largest dragon in Atricis if not all of Pern. The two browns were both former mates to the sunset gold so her praise of them was hardly unexpected, although he bristled a little when she called out Orthath's loyalty. He was loyal as well! Maybe his rider had grounded him from her other Flights but that did not lessen his loyalty to her one bit!

Almost as if she had read his thoughts the great queen turned sharply so that she was hurtling towards him. Her words stung but Pionath could not deny the truth of them. Never had he Chased her before and he had been at the Weyr long enough to have had ample opportunity. Apologize to her? Pionath hated apologizing though he had to admit to needing to make up for his lack. The rest of her words shocked and then incensed him, honed instincts shifting him so that he could Catch her even before his mind could finish processing that yes she actually wanted him to Fly her. She was giving him a chance to prove himself, to prove his words, and a chance at something he had been denied so long he had given up hope of ever accomplishing it: siring a clutch.

Yet in that moment a clutch was far from his thoughts as the bronze held his Queen close. I will, he vowed. Every day that you give me a chance I will...starting now. Yes, starting by Flying her well. She had been denied her Flight and he was not about to give her less than the best. He used his reserves of strength to keep them up as long as possible, to give her the Flight she so rightly deserved. And afterward he had every intention of proving to her that he was an attentive mate and loyal member of her Weyr.

The same could be said of his rider. Even in the haze of Flightlust he retained enough of his mind to know he'd been thrust into a position he did not feel he was qualified for. There was no undoing it though so once the Flight was over R'sin would show Eavan just how hard a worker he was. The Weyr would not suffer while under his leadership if he could help it! But before that... "Who said I had any desire to hide in shadows?" he purred, joining Eavan. Once they were sated maybe he could coax her into a conversation to discuss his new position. He would give his best but he knew his best was lacking...hopefully the other leaders could fill in or help him sharpen up those areas...
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