A Flower in Bloom, Beware Its Thorns | Gold Lennoth's Maiden Flight

For all the Mating Flights and Runs of all dragonkin who wish to test their suitors of New Atricis. Tips on Flights and Runs can be found within as well.
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Sat Feb 04, 2017 6:22 am

Day: Milat 6
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It was one thing to say she would be closing her door during Lennoth's flights, locking out the riders of any chasing dragon. It was one thing to take the armband and put her name on the list in front of the Weyr during her graduation. It was another to experience the stirrings of her gold's maturation in her own mind. Her eyes lingered more on delicate lines and soft curves, her words testing flirtations until her gold's ire drew the Weyr's attention to the likelihood of her upcoming flight and her rider's temperament.

Rhianwen considered it a blessing that it was her outbursts and not her desires that the Weyr focused on. The jokes slipped towards what else could be expected of an uptight Lord's daughter who would lock her own door, rather than bawdy hints at what she could expect during the flight and she smiled. Rhianwen overheard one rider claim he would wait outside her door in case she changed her mind once the lust did, indeed, hit and Rhianwen rebuked him in front of his cohorts. “Someone dependent on the hope of weakness in another,” she spoke with icicles on her tongue and in her glare, “isn't worth their dragon's hide. You and yours need not participate, for the genes of a dragon who would choose you on the sands would only bring ruin to a Weyr.”

It was not just Rhianwen whose temper grew sharper and shorter. Lennoth basked in the attention many of the males began to show her until she did not, lashing out like a feline who had displayed its belly only to draw your hand into reach of its sharp claws. Even Rhianwen found difficulty with the gold as she grew more demanding and needy and forceful, pressing boundaries long put into place during their weyrlinghood and it left Rhianwen mentally and physically exhausted.

The morning Lennoth rose, Rhianwen had awoken to frustration. Though it was spring now, the last dregs of winter still hung heavy in the air with thick cloud cover. Rhianwen was just grateful that at least the rain had stopped overnight. Lennoth was sleeping, but even in repose the queen's grumbles and displeasure echoed down their shared bond, her tail thumping against the ground as she drifted.

Rhianwen stayed in for breakfast, not up for dealing with the general populace, and picked up a book which she placed back down two minutes later at the energy tingling just under her skin. She wanted to move, so she paced, stretching her arms over her head and rolling her spine and even walking up to her door before she locked it in realization of what was occurring.

Because it had been one thing to say she was locking her doors and it was another the moment Lennoth awoke and the full fury of her lust slammed into Rhianwen's mind and body. She gasped, her hand reaching up to her suddenly parched and burning throat. Scrabbling for the table, Rhianwen poured herself a glass of juice, spitting out the first mouthful as it failed to sate her hunger.

Lennoth growled as she awoke, her wings and tail twitching in irritation and red eyes swirling with hunger and lust. She stood, padding to the ledge of the Weyr's cliff, eyes sweeping over the land before drifting up to the sky and screaming her annoyance at the grey cover stretching its expanse. All you who think you are worthy, attend me. For I shall see sun before I see even one of you! she called out to the Weyr before diving down into the pens and taking out the largest herdbeast she could find.

Her hunger sang at the scent of blood and she tore her teeth into its back, cracking its spine and killing it instantly. Blood sprayed warm on her muzzle, but before she could take a bite out of the creature's meaty gut, Rhianwen pulled on their bond with a demand to blood only. Lennoth shook her head, refusing the order, demanding Rhianwen fall to her desire.

Back in the apartment, Rhianwen slammed her hands upon the table and cried aloud just as she did mentally, to, “Blood only! Do not take one bite!” Her command projecting beyond Lennoth and to other dragons in the Weyr, just as the stirring interest of the male dragons and their calls to Lennoth filtered directly into Rhianwen's mind rather than through the bond that suddenly seemed so much stronger and consuming than ever before. “Blood only,” she commanded once more before collapsing into a chair as Lennoth bit deep into the herdbeast's neck and drank deeply.

It took more than one herdbeast to sate Lennoth's extreme hunger but even then her wings and tail twitched and her nerves burned under her hide. Her eyes whorled and her head swiveled as she eyed the males drawing close and closer until one pressed his luck and Lennoth snapped at him, going for ichor and not simply just warning him away.

There would be no second chances for her suitors and no warnings. They would succeed or they would fail and there would be no in-between.

Test me and find my claws and teeth, she threatened, I will be the one to choose my mate!

And with her warning given, Lennoth leapt into the sky, rocketing straight up, above the Weyr, above the trees and where the wherries flew. Up into the clouds, dark and cold and wet, the ice crystals and water droplets pattering her heated hide until she broke free on the other side where the sun shone brilliantly, glinting off her already glowing hide. Below her, the clouds stretched out, blanketing the land for miles and miles, but above her sat the sun and the deep blue sky.

Now she could fly.
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Since the youngest gold and her rider graduated, Ay'li had gotten to know Rhianwen and worked with her on a few occasions, and so she liked to believe that she knew the young noble woman well enough to see the changes when they happened. It wasn't just Lennoth who was getting a little snappish, yet the femme brownrider couldn't blame the woman when all the signs began to come together. Atricis' youngest gold was becoming of age and that maturation came with some new feelings and sensations for the pair, new challenges for them to work together, and for everyone around them it could be a bit trying as well but no one could hold it against Rhianwen.

It was well known that the goldrider was going to lock her door upon Lennoth's flights, and while there had been rumbles about it after graduation, the whispers had died down due it other topics becoming more recent and important. However, no one had forgotten, and as the gold dragon began to court and lash out at the males, the Weyr began to whisper all over again about the riders' decision. Ay'li couldn't blame the young woman though, for she knew what it could be like to be in a crowded room full of men who lusted after you, and what exactly could go wrong in that situation. There was also something else about the young woman, something that resonated within Ay'li as well, and though the goldrider was exceptional at hiding it, the femme brownrider couldn't help but wonder.

Ever since Lennoths' demeanor began to shift, when she began to taunt and tempt the males, Norieth's interest was piqued and he was certainly among the many that the pale gold had been seen covorting with. Yet that also meant, he was likely one of them that she'd turned on when the mood faded away and more than once the sandy brown had nearly been torn by tooth or claw to learn to keep his distance. Even now as the days had passed and many of the males knew she would Rise any moment, Norieth kept a keen eye on the young gold, a beautiful and glowing presence that he was never too far from.

It was not hard to tell when the queen finally roused, when the tensions in the Weyr seemed to double and all the eligible males could feel the quiver in the air around them as Lennoth awoke and felt the first waves of arousal. Her shrill cry of annoyance rendered the Weyr silent, and her challenge to the males was met by a roar of approval. Norieth gave his own rumble of pride and approval at the bold queens words and abandoned his perch, making a dive for the feeding pens and making sure to give the feasting queen all the room she needed to drain her kills, though one buck was not so smart and the queen nearly tore him apart for his insolence. The young queen gave them all a warning, one that the sandy brown had already planned to obey, for he knew a fiery queen like her would not be plucked from the skies by anyone other than her own choosing.

As the golden arrow shot into the sky, the nimble brown was after her half a heart beat later. If it was the sun she wanted, it was the sun she would have and Norieth spared no energy on words of desires or wants, she knew they all wanted her, that was why they were here. A queen like Lennoth could only be won over with sheer prowess, proving themselves worthy to be a strong and virile mate for her. Words would not win this day, but deeds and acts of devotion would. So the brown did keep a respectful distance from the queen, and used powerful wing strokes to race toward the grey expanse and beyond, though his faceted gaze rarely left her radiant form.

He lost sight of her for only a moment for only moment as they entered the cloud bank, but Norieth pressed on, certain that his queen would meet him on the other side, and as he exploded from the canopy of grey, he was greeted with the view of the magnificent young queen sparkling even more so than before as water droplets glittered her hide and Rukbat shone brightly high over head. The sandy brown couldn't help but croon in appreciation at her beauty, her presence and he was only all to eager to prove to her that he alone would be a worthy mate, a dedicated and dependable choice for herself and the future clutch they would bear together. He would show her through endurance, through subtle tricks he had learned, and through devotion to her needs until the very end when he hoped she would call out to him.
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Sun Feb 05, 2017 6:49 am

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By this point R'tor had long since given up on arguing with his pewter about Chasing golds. Sidheth had been overly ambitious in chasing his ladies for turns now, and so when Lennoth began to get snappy and irritable, Sidheth was there with all the others, wooing the lady as best he could.

So when Lennoth rose mid morning, R'tor could only sigh and let Sidheth go, grumbling indignant words as he left his own room. The pewter circled around the Weyr once before rising into the air, powerful wingbeats the only sound. For his part, Sidheth remained silent, focused as he was on climbing now. He would waste neither the time nor the energy calling out sweet nothings or wooing words of his own, instead simply rising through the air. He wasn't even aiming for the gold at the moment, simply trying to gain altitude.

If anything, the turns of losses had made a smarter dragon of Sidheth. He knew once the chase properly began, he would tire quickly, and more likely than not miss his chance. So instead he opted to gain height now, until he rose above and clouds and continuted to climb, keeping the rising Lennoth in the corner of his eye. This time, the pewter vowed, this time he would show them all a chase to be proud of.
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Fox knew it was going to happen soon. The whole weyr knew it was going to happen soon. A young gold getting ready to rise for the first time was quite obvious. While he was familiar with the gold's rider, Rhianwen, he didn't really know her. Though, he did know that she was going to close her door. He wasn't use to goldriders closing their doors. Greenriders, sure, but not goldriders. Not that he looked down on the practice. As far as he was concerned it was their bodies they should have say over what happens to them. He'd been a rider for nineteen turns now, so he's seen plenty of interesting flights, so he wasn't at all worried about how this one was going to go. There was no doubt in his mind that Mnenomth was going to chase. From the time he could chase, the bronze did not pass up a chance to catch a gold and sire a clutch. Lennoth would not be any different, though in the bronze's mind she was merely practice for when Paiseantath rose. He would one day catch the Senior and become Weyrleader...a position he knew that he and Fox deserved.

She finally rises, Fox. I will prove my worth to her. Mnenomth informed his rider as he took off to the corrals so he could watch and wait for her to launch into the air. Fox had been running errands that morning and was away from his weyr. He sighed, partially in irritation and in relief. The chores he needed to get done would have to wait now, but at least his bronze would go back to acting normally after the flight. He supposed he shouldn't just stand here in the court yard and began to head towards the goldriders apartment. He was about halfway there when he remembered it was a closed flight. Silently he cursed himself and turned on his heel to head back to his place. It wasn't going to be the first flight he had gone through alone.

Mnenomth joined the rest of the males as they watched Lennoth blood several kills for the energy giving blood. He'd been waiting for her to rise for days and was determined that he would be the one to twine with her today. His body was tense and ready to take off as they waited and then quickly launched himself into the air after her. He wasn't a large bronze which gave him an advantage in agility over the larger ones, but he also knew he would have to save his stamina and not use it all in the beginning. Even if this was her first flight and she was undoubtedly inexperienced, he was not going to underestimate her. All golds, no matter how young, were a force to be reckoned with in the air...but he was confident in his abilities that he would be the one to catch her.
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C'sian had tried to be there for Rhianwen during the last several days of emotional turmoil she was going through. They were friends and he'd already experienced flights, so he tried to help as much as he could. Like himself, Rhiawen was going to close her door. He knew the difficulties involved in riding out a flight alone, but he was confident that she would be fine. In his mind it was better than the alternative. Cas was dedicated to Talen, so unless he could join him in the flight he opted out of the flights as well. Once he was sure that the young gold's actions meant she was close to rising he had informed his boyfriend to make sure he stuck around him as much as possible so the two of them could enjoy the flight together. Part of him felt a little bad for Rhianwen. Perhaps one day she'd have someone to join her in the flights, but her love life was her business and he wasn't rude enough to interfere.

Gastoneth on the other hand very much enjoyed chasing females. Opals, greens, zultanites, and golds, it didn't matter. Cas sometimes got a little annoyed with his dragon, but thankfully when he did win flights he ended up staying loyal to that female for awhile. He'd caught a gold before, so he was more than sure that he could do it again. Lennoth is rising, Cas. You may want to get to Talen. Wish me luck. The brown informed his rider, though he'd already heard the gold for himself. Cas was in the middle of starting a tattoo for someone. Today was a day off for him as far as drills were concerned, but he had several clients scheduled to come get some ink done. Cas put down his instruments and quickly cleaned and disinfected what he'd gotten done so far on the woman he was currently tattooing. "I'm sorry, Lennoth is rising and my brown is going to chase. I'll have to finish this later." Cas said apologetically. The woman, a greenrider, understood. Still he felt bad for having to reschedule so he gave the woman a discount on the price they agreed upon. Luck? You don't need luck, Gastoneth, you have skills. He responded to his brown as he quickly put away his tattoo ink and then quickly headed for home. Mind calling Talen for me? He asked. Already did. He should be waiting for you. Cas chuckled and smiled, of course he already had.

Gastoneth joined the rest of the males after he took down a beast for himself to blood. The carcass was tossed aside quickly as Lennoth took off into the skies. The brown took off after her. His mighty wings beat the air fiercely. He was a amicable beast, so he would never dream of trying to force a female to twine with him, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to do his best to win her choice. Lennoth disappeared in the clouds, but he wasn't worried. This was just the beginning of the flight and he was anxious to see what the young gold he hatched with would do.
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N'rev was starting to get used to the life of a full-fledged dragonrider - and a bronzerider at that! At the very least, he was more confident in his abilities now than he had been immediately before he Impressed to Roth. Back then, he had known personal uncertainty for one of the first times ever in his life, but now he felt like he would be just fine, even if the chance that he would have to be Weyrleader someday still didn't sit quite well with him yet. And Roth was just so perfect and amazing! He could only wish that Vorokell and Dellan would someday know what being a dragonrider would be like, but they still had yet to Impress. Someday, though...

N'rev was definitely starting to fall into a nice groove as far as training and fighting Thread went. However, in the past couple of sevendays, he had noticed that Roth seemed a little... distracted by something. Just a few days ago, he had pressed the bronze, and he responded with, I just think Lennoth looks quite lovely right now. Don't you agree?

N'rev smirked. I see, so you have your eyes on a pretty lady! And Lennoth was one of the golds that resided at New Atricis. N'rev figured that Lennoth would likely Rise soon, and talking to a few of the other riders in the Weyr confirmed his feelings. Lennoth would rise soon, and it seemed that Roth had every intention of going after her. Roth hadn't taken after a female yet, even though they'd been graduated from Weyrlinghood for a little while, but N'rev figured it was only a matter of time until he did.

As such, when the time came for Lennoth to rise, Roth was ready for her, and N'rev was ready to give his dragon his support. Roth joined Lennoth up in the sky, while N'rev found himself ambling towards the queenrider's weyr. However, he, like the other riders who had looked, found that Rhianwen had closed her doors. It was fine, as he knew that not every rider wanted company for mating flights. So, as Roth rose higher into the sky, N'rev stumbled back to his own place, though he, for one, wouldn't mind if he managed to find some "company" along the way.

Roth loved the freedom of the skies, and he was absolutely enraptured by Lennoth's glowing form. There were other males in the sky, but he only paid enough attention to them so that he didn't crash into them. It was all about Lennoth. He would prove to Lennoth that he was truly a worthy suitor!
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Dark eyes looked around, a frown on his face. He knew that Lennoth was close to rising, Behemoth had been acting weird for what seemed like forever. Granted, the young man was used to this by now, and this wasn't the first time he had had to deal with his bronze being like this, and he knew it wouldn't be the last. Sometimes it just got to him though, no matter how hard he tried not to let it. A'ric had been slowly getting more and more used to the Flights, especially since Behemoth refused to NOT chase. Although, A'ric had never really tried as hard as he could to control his dragon. He didn't mind the Flights, although sometimes he wished he had someone to go to on those times when the other riders would shut their doors. Unfortunately, he had not been so lucky in love just yet. He had not given up on that yet though. He just kept reminding himself that somewhere out there, there had to be someone for him. Hell, Behemoth had been out there for him, and there was probably a girl out there too. He just had to find her...meet her. It would all work out in the end.

Quickly he pushed those thoughts away, he didn't really want to be thinking about stuff like that right now. Right now, he needed to try and get this paperwork done. Putting it off had not really been one of his better ideas. Getting it done as soon as he could would have probably been the best course of action, but oh well. What was done was done now, and it wouldn't take him much longer as long as he managed to concentrate on it. It wasn't hard...just tedious. It needed to be done though, so he might as well get it done and over with.

Just as he set his quills down, he could feel something change in Behemoth. He could feel the lust starting, and he frowned to himself. Well, at least he had gotten the paperwork done. He hadn't really had any plans for the rest of the day, so it didn't bother him much. As Behemoth rose, he wished him good luck and of course got a smart reply that he didn't need it. A smile played on his lips and he just shook his head at his dragon as he went to get changed.

After he got changed, he started heading towards the young queenriders apartment, but he quickly stopped. Now he remembered, the young rider had already declared she would be shutting her doors. She wore the armband. He turned around, growling a bit in frustration. Thank Farnath he hadn't gotten very far. As he walked back, he ran into his Wingsecond, a feisty Zultaniterider. She had found a piece of the paperwork he had left behind, and had decided to bring it to him. The Flight lust was starting to get to him a bit and the two of them quickly went behind closed doors for the rest of the early afternoon

Behemoth landed in the beast pens and quickly blooded two herdbeasts before taking to the sky. He kept himself calm and in control, for now. The big bronze was starting to get used to the Flights now, and knew not to use all of his energy at the beginning. Behemoth followed a bit behind everyone else, keeping his eyes on the golden bullet ahead of them all. He rose up behind her, following her, although not too closely. He didn't even bother saying anything yet, he didn't want to incur her wrath. For now, he just stayed with her at a safe distance.
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Lennoth’s aggression calmed itself at the first touch of Rukbat’s rays, though her pace did not slow. The water and ice and chilled shadows of the underside of the clouds were quickly left behind in the wake of the sunlight that infused her with further warmth and drew out an unfurling as sharp, jagged movements in her early ascent smoothed into a long and heavy beat as she adjusted her trajectory to cover distance now, instead of height.

Like the other Atricis golds, Lennoth settled on the smaller side of her color, but most of her competition was of a similar size, if not smaller, so to test their strength, she was ready to press her suitors into the long hall.

Swinging around a cloud pillar that shot up even further into the sky, Lennoth took the chance to view her suitors and the sizable gathering they made up, bronze and brown and even a singular pewter hide seeking her out, large for his color if still the smallest of the lot. She snorted at his attempt, but found entertainment in it, as well. Keep heart and wing, she cheered Sidheth on, wondering how far the pewter could follow, A strong heart can do many things. Catch her, maybe not, but many things all the same and she would press him to follow until courage alone could no longer hold him above the clouds with her.

With a roll, Lennoth pulled herself in yet another direction, dipping down to brush the top of the clouds before climbing once again. Maybe I shall fly all the way north and see there who will follow me, as well. Will you follow me still then? she asked the group as a whole, her trajectory indeed taking everyone north over the Southern wilds. Strength or stamina or speed alone would not win her today for Lennoth sought loyalty, as well. A mate that would follow her whims.

She slowed, drawing closer to Norieth, who had continued to suit her through any mood she had displayed over the past few sevendays, a rumble sounding loud enough in her chest for him to hear. But no sooner had it sounded did she pull away to fly directly in front of Mnenomth, tantalizingly close but still just out of reach, while speaking to Behemoth, who had taken up the back of the grouping. There won’t be any leftovers for anyone who falls behind, she prodded, her attention caught by his sheer size and wondering exactly what he was capable of.

Gastoneth was the dragon she was most familiar with here, as their riders conversed regularly, but she did not reach out to him, wanting to wring from him all she could without having their shared weyrlinghood to fall back on. That did not mean she did not watch him carefully, just as she watched Roth who had admired her before she rose and now silently followed now. Passive, she believed and remained silent to him, as well, wondering if the pressure of it would draw something more out of him.

And still Lennoth pressed on, each beat of her wings eating up miles unseen below the clouds. Her hide glowed and the heat of her rise burned through her muscles until she sped up, unable to hold back from putting her entire energy and strength into the moment.
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For a moment, Behemoth continued to watch what was going on, trying to formulate a plan. He didn't know why he was doing it that way, but he was. The bronze knew though that no matter what kind of plan he made, it was probably going to be subject to change anyway. The young(ish) bronze by now knew it was foolish to try and have a plan, and found himself wondering why he even bothered. You never knew what was going to happen, and besides, you could never account for every little factor.

The pace was fast, but Behemoth still felt relaxed. Well, not completely relaxed, but he wasn't struggling to keep up or anything like that. He climbed after her, higher and higher until they were above the clouds. He leveled out, following her still, along with all the other males who had shown up to chase. Behemoth roared an answer to her question. Of course he would follow her, no matter where she went. He would follow her until he couldn't anymore.

Lennoth's call to him made the bronze pause for a second, before he quickened his pace and tried to be more with the pack, eager to prove himself to her. As the Flight continued on, he could feel the energy starting to leave him a bit, but he pushed on, determined to win, to prove to everyone that he was the right dragon for her. Only time would tell, but Behemoth just kept pushing himself as much as he could until the end.
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Sat Feb 18, 2017 9:10 pm

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Mnenomth continued on, ignoring the other males as he largely thought all of them were no where near as worthy as himself. His eyes were only for the golden hide that flew ahead of them, circling around a pillar of a cloud. The blood-colored bronze was not leading the pack of males, but he wasn't lagging behind either. He wanted to reserve his stamina as much as possible for the final push. He was confident in himself, but he wasn't stupid to think he could push himself the entire time without tiring. Let the younger, less experienced males wear themselves out of the flight...Mnenomth would fly for as long as Lennoth wanted them to.

He crooned tenderly as Lennoth moved to fly directly in front of him. So close he could almost touch her, but even though he sped up a little to try and get closer, she managed to stay just out of reach. Such a tactic only made him want her more, so that meant he would have to fly harder and better to impress her into picking him. Mnenomth sped after her across the clouds. He wasn't the largest bronze but he would prove to her that he was the best.
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Gastoneth seemed to be holding himself back, but that was not the case at all. He knew Lennoth knew he was there and that he wouldn't be giving up anytime soon, but he didn't want to wear himself out too quickly. Despite his young age, he'd managed to catch a gold on his first flight. That sort of success made him more confident in his abilities than he normally would have had. He had proven he could be a good sire and he was sure that he'd give Lennoth a clutch worthy of her. Plus, he would prove himself to be a loyal mate unlike the arrogant bronzes that chased every gold those rose. He would not do that. He would remain her mate until she chose another.

The brown did not speak to Lennoth with words, but he did make sure she was watching as he did a cork screw through the air with ease. It was showing off, but he had to show his worth to her in more ways than just being able to keep up with her in flight.
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As the dragons sped off toward the clouds, the riders were left to their own devices to find relief in their own ways. For a brief moment, Ay'li thought about going to Rhianwen, not to seek her out because of the lust beginning to burn in her veins, but because there was genuine concern for the young woman to be enduring this alone. Of course, she'd never invade on the goldriders' privacy, even through closed doors, so the femme brownrider dismissed the idea, instead planning to call upon her when all the dust has settled. In the meantime, Ay'li decided it would be best to keep to her own quarters, to ride through this wave in her own private domicile and encourage her other half as he chased after the golden beauty. The brown had certainly done his best to woe her over on the ground, and now he would have to prove himself in the air and the rider half wasn't going to hold him back at all.

Norieth was built for moments like this, when he was allowed to let loose and just fly, to streak through the sky like an arrow. While he was larger than average for his hue, he was streamlined and sleek with a lean frame and muscles fueled by twenty turns of experience that lent him the endurance he would need to keep up with a queen. Since the moment of their arrival, the sandy brown had shown his devotions to each gold of Atricis by answering their challenges, and now he couldn't be more proud to welcome the newest gold into their ranks. Whether he was the one that Lennoth would choose in the end, he couldn't know, but he did know that either way, he would never stop trying to impress her, to woe her and dote on her.

As the pale gold leveled out her flight, dancing over the tops of the clouds and covering distance now that the warm rays of Rukbat shone down on her. She challenged the males once more, and Norieth rumbled approvingly, For you, I would fly around the whole of Pern and back again to be at your side. Fly my queen, and I will follow! The brown beast wasn't above a well timed verbal flattery, though he knew it meant nothing without being able to prove it to her.

He used just enough energy to keep up with her for now, keeping a reserves for that last burst when he would need it most to win her over. When the golden goddess flew close to him, the sandy brown languished under the heat of her gaze, the echo of her rumble like music to his ears and it only fueled the fire within him, his determination soaring to give her everything he could. Even when she left to tease the other males, Norieth did not lose heart and instead kept up a steady beat of his wings to keep pace while allowing her to spurn on the rest of her suitors. Only when she leveled into her flight once more did the brown know that this was when she would test them most.

Norieth gave her just enough of a show, dipping and diving from above to below her, and then twirling back up through the ranks to make it back to her side, a little show of agility before he would prove his strength to her. As the pale gold gave into her own reserves and sped out in front of the males, the sandy brown dipped into his own pool of resources, drawing from his rider, from the blood of the beasts, from the turns of experience in his muscles and poured all of that into this last burst of speed and endurance. Powerful wing beats ate up the distance and though Norieth made sure not to crowd the young gold, he stayed as close as he could, urging every ounce of his strength to keep up with her, to show her that his devotion to her was boundless and his wings would have to fail before he would ever willingly give up on her.
This Intoxication Thrills Me,
I Only Pray It Doesn't Kill Me

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