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Date: Polent 25, 2042
Time: Early Morning
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Today was planned to be a fun day...

Or so Eavan hoped it would be. Things certainly hadn't been bad at the weyr, but at this point early in the turn there wasn't too much to look forward to other than fighting thread, a handful of green flights, and that was about it. Therefore, Eavan decided that today, Moreta's Day, would be a grand time to have a small impromptu party in the evening. Generally Moreta's Day was celebrated by merely singing her song during the evening meal to remember the heroic goldrider who had gave her and her queen's life to save Pern, but tonight there would be more than that. Extra sweets and delicious food and drink would be provided, plus where would be harpering and dancing. It wasn't much...but something.

Her morning had been spent getting those that needed to be notified what she wished to happen in the evening. The harpers had been informed, the cooks were told, all that was left was to put up announcements on the boards for people to see. She was just doing that when a bolt of familiar feelings rushed through her. Paiseantath? She questioned. Her gold had still been asleep when she had started her day.

The gold had woke with a terrible hunger and the need to fly. Her hide was glowing brilliantly in the rays of the rising sun. A mighty bugle cut loose through the peace of the early morning, no doubt startling those still asleep. Paiseantath took off for the corrals, quickly running one beast into the ground before her teeth went around it. Three more beasts were downed and bled before she was satisfied. A mighty leap threw her into the air and strong wing beats lifted her higher and higher. Words will not win you favor today! Impress me with your flying if you dare.

As soon as Eavan realized what was going on she headed back to her apartment. Apparently there would be more than one celebration this evening thanks to her gold's kind consideration in picking a time to rise. She was glad that she was able to get some things done as the rest of her afternoon was now shot as far as getting anything other than a mating flight done. Eavan made it to her apartment before any of the riders showed up. She debated for a moment changing into her normal shift for when Pai rose and decided to quickly do that. She didn't want the outfit she was wearing now to get damaged thanks to flight lust. With that done, she moved back to her living room and waited for the chasers to come.
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Another message, another request asking him to return North. L'van read over the message he'd woken up to on his bedside table and frowned. This one was from Lulara, insisting he come to Benden and perhaps consider retirement. As much as his eldest daughter meant well, doing either of those things simply wasn't an option. He felt too much shame to return to his home Weyr, and on top of that, he was still too young to retire. He wasn't going to do so without first attempting to return to a position of leadership, even if it was nothing more than the 'third of a Wing. It had infected his very being for so long, that he wasn't sure what to do with himself now that he was just a Wingrider again. Getting used to such a fall from grace wasn't easy, and the stresses that had followed were not treating him well. He was doing his best to remain strong against the changes, and was doing pretty good for the most part.

But...?

Leave it to Zenjarth to pick up on his thoughts, which he admitted he had left them open. Maybe not on purpose, but just as soon as he realized he had, he'd closed them off again. Normally he wouldn't mind the bronze being able to share in his thoughts and feelings with him. There were just some times when L'van wanted nothing more than to stew in them himself, in the hopes of coming up with a solution on his own terms. Regardless, the bronze was right. There was a but attached to his thoughts. He put the letter from Lulara down and started to get ready for his day, all while responding to his dragon's single word thought. But there are some things I'm having a difficult time grasping. Like not having the duties I once had. I miss it, Zenjarth. He didn't sound as weak and pitiful as admitting to such things made him feel, and a wave of reassurance told him that he wasn't being weak at all. Just honest with himself.

After that, there was silence between the two of them, and for the time being, L'van was left with his own devices. He had wing practice later on, and there was Vigil's oiling to take care of at some point as well. He started to drag out his gear, even though he'd tended to it just the other day, simply because he wanted something to do that didn't make him feel as though he were sitting on idle hands. As the harness was set down, he felt a pinch of warmth rush over him, and he looked toward the entrance of his apartment, eyes narrowed as he felt for Zenjarth. It struck him right in the gut, and in that moment he knew what the silence had been about. He wasn't sure who was rising, he just knew that one of the Weyr's females was about to go up. A little smirk pulled at his lips as he set the cap back on the bottle of oil and went to change into something a little more presentable. Despite his age, he still enjoyed a good tumble, and that include those that came from willing flights.

Outside, Zenjarth stood up and stretched his limbs, eyes on Paiseantath as she prepared to go to the pens. Should he tell his rider now, or wait and surprise him? The bronze chuckled, which caught L'van's attention, and in turn made him ask the bronze who it was that was rising. Let's just say that if I catch her, and I intend to, it will solve your "problems" much more quickly than you could ever anticipate. When his rider came to understand who he meant, Zenjarth was already blooding his first kill, eyes on the beautiful queen as she prepared herself for her glorious flight. I mean, if you'd rather I not chase her, I can go to the frozen wastes right this second, burn away the lust... you'll still feel it of course. You'll still come to regret me not chasing.

Fucking bronze, he was only ever like this when he was rising for the chase. It would be amusing if not for the lust building up in his blood. L'van finished dressing and left his weyr, hearing through Zenjarth that Paiseantath wasn't interested in pretty words. It was a good thing that Zenjarth aged enough to know what not to do during a flight. If a queen demanded a certain act be committed, or not, you listened without question. So even if he was naturally a flirt, the bronze remained silent as the chase began, determination pumping through his small frame as he followed her beck and call. Meanwhile, L'van had made it to Eavan's weyr, and upon seeing the Weyrwoman he bowed in respect, spoke in a respectful tone as well. He might be older than her, but she was his leader, and even during the throes of a flight she deserved to be treated with a certain courtesy. "Ma'am, good luck to you and Paiseantath this flight."
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A'ric groaned as he slowly opened one eye as the sun shone through his window. Was it really time to get up and start another day already? The bronze rider felt as though he had just went to sleep. He couldn't understand why, but for the past couple of nights, he had not been sleeping the greatest. Well, he thought he was, but he always woke up and still seemed tired. It was probably just from his normal everyday things. After training with the Wing, A'ric often found himself going off and doing his own training. Whether it be with weapons, or doing something with Behemoth, or just trying to keep his hand to hand combat skills intact. It wasn't often that A'ric did anything fun. Once in a while he would go off with O'lver and have a drink or something, or maybe go do something with some of the members of his Wing. Other than that though, he just spent his time trying to be the best rider he could be. Behemoth would not accept anything less. Although that attitude sometimes annoyed the young man, he knew that is was pushing him to be his best, and he was thankful for that.

The rumble of his stomach reminded him that it would probably be a good thing to eat something. Throwing the covers back, A'ric got out of bed and quickly put his clothes on. It was then that he remembered that the Weyrwoman was throwing a party today. He would have to make sure he was ready in time to go to it. The young man found himself wondering who else was going. He was sure there were a bunch of people from around the Weyr who were. He let his thoughts wander and quickly found himself at the dining hall. He got something to eat and made quick work of it.

The Queen rises! I will not fail this time A'ric!

At that, A'ric could feel his heart racing. While he was getting used to Behemoth chasing by now, he always got more nervous with it being a leadership Flight. The young man moved to the mirror and quickly made sure that he looked presentable enough. Honestly, he knew though that it really didn't matter what he looked like. In the middle of Flight lust it didn't really seem to matter all that much. By the time he was done with all of that, Behemoth was done blooding any herdbeasts he would need for the Flight.

Behemoth took to the air, quickly joining the other males and the lovely Queen. He bugled his arrival, but that was all he said. The younger bronze was slowly learning that he needed to keep his mouth shut and concentrate more on the Flight than trying to woo her with words. During this time, A'ric had managed to reach the Werywomans apartment. It seemed as though someone was already there, and he found himself wondering who it could be.

He saw one of the older riders already there, and then he quickly turned his attention back to Eavan, giving her a bow. "My lady, may Paiseantath fly well, and the Flight go well for everyone.."
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Being Weyrleader isn't actually that bad once you get used to it, R'sin mused. Just lots of paperwork...but it'll be a hot day between before paper gets the best of me. For once the bronzerider was in a good mood. Most of his turn as Weyrleader was up and the turn had not been a disaster. Outside of his diplomatic skills R'sin was a good leader and the other leaders in Atricis, even past leaders, all had valuable advice and experience to share with him. Eavan especially he found to be a good partner in leading the Weyr. He wouldn't mind more turns working with her-

His thoughts were rudely interrupted by a familiar flash of fire from Pionath. Ah, today was the day huh? R'sin shrugged and set the papers he'd been working on aside. Depending on the whims of Eavan's dragon those papers could very easily be someone else's problem by the evening. Then again...no. R'sin could not in good conscience leave them for another. For now they were left behind as he stretched and made his way to Eavan's apartment. Should Paiseantath choose another, which was a very real possibility, he would return and finish up the papers while Eavan and the new Weyrleader rode out the end of the Flight and recovered. By tomorrow when he would need to move out the papers would be dealt with. All of that was for another time though. Now instead he focused on Eavan, giving the golden-haired Weyrwoman a smile. "You look beautiful as ever Eavan," he greeted her. "I look forward to working with you for another turn but if not...this has been a good one." That was all he said, along with a respectful nod, before taking his place with the others. As far as he was concerned, he could not lose. Whether or not he was Weyrleader next turn...both scenarios were perfectly acceptable to him now.

Pionath had a different and yet similar view. Whirling red eyes kept a close watch on Paiseantath and the other suitors while the brassy bronze blooded his kills. As last time he would Chase, he would push himself for Paiseantath, but he would not forget his duty to her in the sky. The gold as likely as not would want another suitor now that she had had him but Pionath still would pursue her, give her the glory she was due and make sure none interefered. If she chose another so be it, but he would not any she did not chose cut in.

A pleased hum vibrated his frame when Paiseantath challenged them. She consistently favored deeds over words, her desires perfectly matching his. Flowery words did not a good mate make. They might help the humans with their politics but in a Flight, in producing a clutch, it was strength and skill that should count. A dumb harper dragon was hardly a worthy mate for one such as Paiseantath-but let him prove it to her in the best way possible.

The bronze trumpeted once before taking off after her, bugling to the heavens the glory of her glowing form. Once in the air he saved his breath, both mental and physical. His wings were strong, his many turns of experience called upon so that he could fly his best despite the injury that hindered his left wing. Nothing would stop him from Flying her save the gold's call to another. Until he heard Paiseantath choose another he would not let up, showing her what he could do. And this time, if she chose him, he had every intention of grounding her with how egg-heavy she would become. He would show her he had more to give than a paltry thirteen eggs!
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Days were rarely lazy for K'din, at least not in the ways they had once been. Even when his wing had a day off, even if K'din's paperwork was mostly up to date, there was always at least a handful of feet running around his apartment. This morning, pitter patters and squeels had begun even before the sun had fully risen above the eastern horizon – the clear western sky only just lightened by its promise – and Carrot had peeled herself away from him.

Her absence had been what fully roused him and, by the time he walked out, fully dressed, he could already smell klah and she greeted him with a toddler on one hip and a mug in her hand.

“You know me too well,” he groaned as he took his first step.

“Ya's just that easy ta figure out.”

“I'm easy, alright,” K'din winked at her over the mug to elicit a laugh. The rest of the kids began to wake as K'din poured himself a second mug and he took over with the youngest while Carrot got them ready for the day, watching the controlled chaos that had taken over his life since he had asked Carrot to move in with him.

You're in a good mood, then, Akoth rumbled and K'din would have taken it for a joke if the thrill that ran down his spine at that same moment hadn't told him exactly why Akoth was making himself so present this early in the morning.

K'din sighed his regret and drained the last of his klah before setting the mug down on the table and heading back for his bedroom. The unvoiced question in Carrot's eyes, however, was answered with a mighty bugle and K'din raised an eyebrow and pointed up at it.

“Paiseantath,” he explained as he ducked into their bedroom to grab something from their dresser real fast.

By the time Akoth had finished blooding his own kills and followed Paiseantath into the sky with his typical silent determination -- while they were still ascending higher and higher -- K'din made it to Eavan's door. Not since the first time Akoth had chased had K'din felt unsure, but now as he stepped in, the armband on his left bicep felt like it had shrunk and he tugged to loosen it even though he knew that couldn't be the case.

“Ya's don't gots ta wear it iffen ya's gonna make such a fuss,” Carrot had said but K'din had only leaned in to kiss her on the forehead.

“But you'd prefer it if I did, so I want to,” he'd replied, “Just let me complain. I'm never living this down, anyway.” It was the truth, too. He had gotten stares just in his walk from his apartment as he advertised just how officially he was off the market. Not even a flight, unless it was won, would be an excuse. Carrot had him well and thoroughly whipped and, the worst part was, it made him smile.

“Wish me luck and you might have a full kitchen all to yourself,” he'd told her as he'd left, his hand resting momentarily on her growing stomach, “and plenty of room for this one.” His child. One whose life he would be fully a part of from the very beginning. Thinking about that made his hands shake, so he did not often, but it always seemed to make Carrot's eyes light up when he did.

“I don't suppose you're offering breakfast to go with today's entertainment?” he asked with a light grin when he finally stepped inside, offering a nod to the other men in the room as he sized up his competition.

Already, in the sky, Akoth wheeled after a prize and title he had known once before. But for as short a time as one turn had been, as many times as he had been rebuffed by the lady before and since, he longed for her still. To prove himself to her and to this Weyr.

The bronze's desire and drive worked its way into K'din's bones and blood as the two became one just as Eavan became more than just herself. “May Paiseantath fly as true as ever,” he offered sincerely, knowing the flight had only just begun. But K'din had always preferred to keep a more glib demeanor, especially when he was happy, so he smirked and added, "and her suitors prove capable of keeping up."
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A morning that began like many others, with the fairly simple routine the brownrider had come to know so well, though she knew there was something different about this day in general. It was Moreta's Day, a day that celebrated a strong willed woman, a woman that Pern owed their livelihood to, and a day that Ay'li had clung to during her time in Ista. When she'd first been cast aside for being a female riding a brown dragon, she held onto what ever hopes she could that a woman could prove them all wrong, could be stronger than they ever imagined, and Moreta's tale embodied that feeling for her. During this day, she would hold herself a little straighter, proud to be a woman no matter the color of her mount, and the bars of her prison would go unnoticed for a day. Wherever she went inside those walls, Ay'li was sure to make her presence known among the Istans, though she carried a smug smile even at the signs of their obvious distaste. To the Snowy Wastes with them for all she cared on that day, they were wrong about her, and one day she would prove it to them, just as Moreta had.

That day had come. She had become Perns' first female Weyrleader.

It had been a rather satisfying feeling to send the missive to Ista in her own hand that reported the change of Leadership, as customary for every Weyr to announce. During her Turn though, the Istan Leaders had refused to speak with her directly, and instead seemed more keen to confer with her Weyrsecond Ol'ver, which suited her fine so long as negotiations still went smoothly. Ay'li had actually expected that, and they were not the only Weyr who felt more comfortable having a man in the room for councils, though much of what Ol'ver said had already been planned by the two of them so that it was the femme brownriders' ideas on the bronzeriders tongue. Many might argue that the first female Weyrleader hadn't accomplished much over her reign, but in reality she had managed every aspect of the Weyr without flaw and even left a legacy to give rise to more experienced Leaders for the future, despite the adversity she faced every day by her own people and many others outside the Weyr. It was a Turn she could look back on and be proud of, and a Turn she will always look forward to experiencing once more.

And the day had come to try again.

Paiseantath Rises. Norieth rumbled from deep within and Ay'li felt it like a warmth growing in her belly. A smile soon slid across her lips as she felt the sandy brown make haste to join the fiery queen down below in the pens. And on Moreta's Day, how fortuitous for us. The woman remarked to her other half as she stood from her table and quickly cleared away her breakfast before taking leave. She needn't remind the dragon to only drink, for the brown yearned to be as light and nimble as he could for the beautiful gold, to fuel himself only as much as he'd need to be strong for her. The sandy brown only took two beasts, the last clutched in his claws as he watched the precious gift before him, her maw stained dramatically against her radiant hide and a primal growl of appreciation echoed in his throat. The moment Paiseantath sprang into the air, Norieth threw the carcass down as powerful hind legs launched him upward as well, wings beating hard to gain momentum behind the stunning queen, thanking his smaller and lighter frame as he passed some of the larger bronzes already.

Ay'li always felt that initial leap like her stomach was doing a flip and as it settled once more, her back began to grow warmer and her shoulders gave a roll to flex those wing muscles as if they were her own. While they bond between them became a blurring of those lines, the femme brownrider kept hold of a piece of herself to stay grounded, to be present as she entered the Weyrwoman's quarters with a proud step and a smile for everyone in the room. Mossy grey eyes were looking at only one person though, the one who mattered most, in more ways that one...Eavan, beautiful and radiant Eavan. She approached the goldrider were reverence, and took a knee before taking the slim hand in her own for a gentle kiss against the fair knuckles. "May Paiseantath fly far and true this day." The femme brownrider said with a sly sort of smile for the buxom woman before her. "You know, Moretas' Day was always one of my luckiest days." Ay'li added in a softer whisper, meant solely for the queenrider before she stood up straight once more. "Whatever the outcome, I hope for a prosperous Turn ahead, and to Pai for a healthy clutch upon the sands...Just promise me you'll save me a dance at that Hatching Feast." The last was said as she leaned back in a little, a soft wink for Eavan before she took a few steps back to join the others to give the goldrider the proper space.

In the air, the sandy brown took heed to the fiery golds' words and while he wished to praise the queen for her beauty, for there was no comparison to her glorious gleam, not even Rukbat itself. Instead, he saved those pretty words for later, when he would have the gold tucked into his side, when she would be his again and he could lavish her with all the praise she deserved. Right now, he would prove himself worthy once more, show his prowess in the air as he danced with the golden goddess. For every dip and weave, Norieth stayed close, for every trick she had in her claws, the brown was quick to adapt, and as the Flight wore on and her strength began to wan, the sandy brown would wait until he heard her call out his name before giving into that last reserve to carry her in his embrace.
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Up and up and up the glowing golden dragon flew through the skies. The males behind her were not important. All that was important was flying and getting as far away from the ground as possible. Paiseantath's wings beat as fast and hard as she could. She went until the air was thin and cold, then, she tucked her wings and allowed gravity to pull her back down towards the earth. Pai continued to lead them through several more loops, twists, turns, and dives until her wings burned from the effort. Finally it was time to make a decision. The ones that were left were all worthy of her, but only one would have the honor of twining with her. Only a moment longer and she finally made her choice. Zenjarth, you're experience has won you my favors. Fly me well.

Eavan turned to L'van, a new comer but not without experience considering his past. "Congratulations new Weyrleader." She said as she reached a hand out to him. She certainly didn't mind the fact he was older.
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There was no hesitation in the old bronze as she led them through the skies - he followed, beckoned forth by the need to mate. The decision would be hers in the end, but he would prove to her why he was the one she should choose. He would show her how strong he was, how dedicated and determined he could be. The Weyr might not know him very well, due to his status as a recent transfer, but that didn't make him any less worthy of capturing her attention. If anything, that gave him an added advantage, in that no one here knew how he flew. Zenjarth crooned through the burning in his wings, and didn't stop when it felt like he couldn't go any further. He simply used his reserves, pulled every last drop of energy he had left forward, and with it he was able to stay in the race to the very end. I will win this for you. For us. He told his rider, and L'van had no doubt that his dragon meant what he said.

Even so, the man sent encouragement with equal doses of concern. Don't push yourself, Zenjarth. I'd rather have you whole than to lose a wing on my behalf. He knew it wouldn't come to that, but there had been moments when he had feared it would take place. Zenjarth could be quite possessive at times, and right now, he saw the gold as being his. But a trickle of something flooded their link, a familiar sensation that had only happened once before - during the flight at Igen that had thrust him into the position of Weyrleader. L'van tried to brush it off, not wanting to dare get his hopes up. But through his link with Zenjarth, he heard the golden queen speak, and suddenly the air was snatched from his lungs, and he felt a rush of burning need sweep through his veins as the bronze moved in to take what had been given to him. He turned to Eavan when she spoke, took her hand and kissed it, then gathered her up for the short trip to her bed.

it would seem that Zenjarth wasn't the only one that had won a treasure today...
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