Weather: Light thunderstorm
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.