The Truest Test -- {Senior Gold Soquilith, 2nd Leadership Flight}

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  • Date: Carenat 7th, 2046
    Time: Late Afternoon, 15:00
    Weather: Morning showers give way to clear skies


The dampness of spring clung to the south, lingering for a few days longer as the summers' heat began to creep in, and that morning had been no different. The rain sprinkled down on them in the dawning hours, leaving the Weyr with a faint shimmer when Rukbat's rays began to peek through the clouds. As the day wore on, the clouds dissipated and the warmth of those rays shone down to soak up all that moisture, faint trails of vapors rising off the Weyr once noon came along. The humidity in the air only seemed to rise as the heat did, and even this early in the summer its' effects could be felt and by the height of the afternoon, many were beginning to seek refuge when they didn't need to be outside.

For the rest of the Weyr, the day had started like any other, save for one pair. The dragon half had slumbered through the misty morning, while the woman began to make the proper preparations. Flitters were sent to each of the queenriders, Safryn having a fairly good idea what this lazy morning would mean for the afternoon. All the signs had been there, the dark queen practically radiating with authority and her coquettish side was in full swing to any male who thought he was worthy of her attention. Anyone who was worth their salt as a dragonrider would know what to expect next, and the dark queen languished on the cliff's edge, soaking up each dappled ray that passed over her until the strength of Rukbat was slowly absorbed into her.

After sending the other queenriders away, Safryn made her own preparations. There were a few loose strings she had to tie up, an order or two sent out that morning, and afterwards the rest of the day would be hers. The redheaded woman went to the Weyrleader himself to excuse herself and H'tai from their duties today. The Weyrwoman let her prim mask slip for just a moment as a rather sly smile slid over her lips, a knowing smile that the older man would understand all to well. With that, the woman retreated back to her apartment, locking the door behind her, intending to spend the rest of the day with the one of her own choosing. It had been made clear at least a sevenday or more ago that Safryn's door would be closed to the riders of Soquilith's chasers, it would be solely up to their dragons to win the rank.

And now, all the Weyr could do was wait...and on bated breath they did. As the afternoon heat wore on, and the Senior Golds flight ready to hit them at any moment, many afternoon chores or drills were called off. Why bother when most of the dragons affected were the 'leaders of their Wings? Many of those hearty male dragons had already taken advantage of this time for their own preparations, killing a beast or two to fuel them when the time comes, or stretching their wings and flying this way and that over the Yard. All eyes though were watching, waiting for the dappled beauty to come awake, to shine brighter than those dotted rays of Rukbat and claim the skies and to choose one of them to lead this Weyr at her side.

The dark queen was having such pleasant dreams though, of something grand and spectacular, a gift upon the world. She had achieved her coveted goals in one fell swoop with her last Flight, and she was already beaming with pride at what this Flight would bring for Atricis. Another golden daughter? Another legacy for Atricis to spread it's wings further? Safryn had planted a seed within the dragons mind, the idea that her daughters would continue to strenghten the rest of the world, and now Soquilith had another dream to achieve. There was only one way to make that dream a reality...

Faceted eyes snapped open, all three layers of lids peeling back together as the Senior Queen began to rouse. A shuffling of dark wings, a stretch of her long neck and a whip like tail flicking out behind her were the first indication she was awake, and Soquilith didn't waste any time in letting them know she was ready for them. The queen barely even stood before throwing herself over the cliff's edge, diving sharply down the sheer face of rock, watching the ground race up to meet her. At the last breath, dark wings flared wide and the queen pivoted quickly to shoot over the grounds, barely higher than the buildings around her. Soquilith skimmed across the Yard, making a spectacle of herself without having to say a thing, and the dappled beauty preened and relished in that glory for a moment, winging her way toward the beast pens.

The queen languidly circled once, twice, stirring the beasts into a bleating frenzy, stampeding one way only to be cut off by the dragon and by the time they turned around, there she was again. It was almost as if...she were playing with her food. After another pass, the predator took aim and pounced on the beast, gripping it between thick talons as it writhed to get free. Strong jaws clamped down on the creatures' sinuous neck, silencing it's wails almost instantly and the dark queen drank greedily of it's life blood, the fuel that would make this flight another to remember. Once drained, the carcass was tossed aside and her maw licked clean, though whirling facets spoke of the hunger still inside her. Unfortunately, the prey had fled to the other side of the pen, and the queen growled softly at the insolence of the creatures.

You there... Bring me the fattest one you can find. The queen rumbled, choosing a male who had perched nearby to watch her. Without question, he dove into the pen and snatched up a squealing plump herdbeast, doing exactly as he was beckoned to. Soquilith crooned appreciatively as he approached, though she was quicker to grab the beast from his claws, nearly nipping him in the process, and she was none too neat about the way she drank from this one either.

Two beasts down, and she could feel the warmth coursing through her, to the tips of her talons and the pinions of her wings, to the forks in her tail and the dark point of her snout. Every inch of her felt alive, and she would not let this feeling go to waste. Without a moment to spare, the senior gold gave a trumpet of sheer delight as she launched herself into the air, powerful dark wings beating hard to rise higher and faster than all the males that took flight right behind her. Soquilith didn't look back, not yet, as she climbed higher. Past the cliff's edge, over the apartment buildings, above the trees, and beyond until she would rival the mountains.

There are no clouds this day, nothing to hide behind, no games to play. The dappled queen began, her tone sultry as she flew ahead of them, knowing that all gazes were on her, and only her now. She could feel the way they desired her, the itch of their claws to grip her shoulders, for the feel of their necks twining with her own, tails interlocking. The queen would be lying to say she did not desire them in return, but first she would test them, each of them in their endurance, stamina, strength and focus. She would fly until her wings were ready to fall off, until she was sure she'd flown the furthest and the highest that was possible, and the one who remained, who'd endured the longest would be the one to catch her when she was ready to fall.

Today, you fly to prove your strength, your endurance, your loyalty to this Weyr. Only the truest among you will last until the end, and He is the one I will choose. The dark queen explained herself, glancing back briefly over her shoulder to see who among them she would wager on lasting. The Senior Gold knew Zenjarth would be in the running, for he was a loyal as they came and strong enough to bear onto her that which she'd desired most. The bronze stood a good chance in her mind, and it would be a tough call if she had to choose between him and another. Of course, she had expected to see the burning ember of a brown, Ifrith as devoted as ever to her and her rider, no matter the circumstances. Soquilith knew, without a doubt that the brown would hang on as long as he could, he would endure...for her, for the chance to twine with her once more, for their riders, and Ifrith would give everything he had to this Flight. That had to count for something.

The golden beauty rose higher still, leveling her flight just enough to conserve some of that energy while also still gaining ground and height. As she'd said, there were no tricks to be played, this was solid Flight, streaking through the skies as fast and as hard as their wings would let them, and she pushed them for more. Some had the advantages, hulks like Behemoth had stamina to spare and Soquilith needed to test his merit as well, so even the queen was forced to break through her own limits. If they wanted to lead the Weyr beside her, they had to prove they were worthy of it in one way or another. They had to challenge themselves and push harder to last until the end of this, or they had to take charge and prove they were more clever than strength alone could provide. Either outcome, would be what the Weyr needed for a Leader, the one the Wings would follow.

{This begins the 2nd round of Weyrleadership under Soquilith's choosing.
Feel free to toss your males in when you can, this will remain open for at least a week.

And for the sake of drama and intrigue...You may try to attempt a Catch. ^.~ I will roll to see if it's successful or not.
Be prepared though, to be met with tooth and claw if you try and fail.

Oh! and feel free to claim the place of the male who brought her the herd beast if you'd like, it's open to anyone.
Claimed by Zenjarth

Good luck everyone! <3 }
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The moment her actions were made known, Zenjarth was there, no hesitation, no moment to warn his rider and lifted his brow. The bronze, strong and loyal, was gifted in the art of watching his current-mate, and he knew when he needed to move. The moment the slightest twitch of muscle could be seen underneath her beautiful, dark hide, making it apparent to all who had been watching and waiting that she was going to move to the skies and gift the Weyr with a new - or continuing - leader, he followed with a few fluid motions after her. He would ensure that he won her favor again, not only for himself, not only for the Weyr, but for his rider. But in the air, as he landed upon his first beast, Zenjarth gave way to the thought that he knew what was best for Atricis, and that was L'van, that was stability. A change in leadership, a brand new banner when the current was still so fresh and full of starch, was not what was needed when things were flowing with such a beautiful motion. That was what the bronze thought truly, and he knew without checking into his rider's mind that L'van felt the same exact way.

He would not admit it now. His mind was on rise-blood-lust, and he would not relinquish his hold until it became an inevitable truth that Soquilith had chosen another. But in the end, when all had settled and his blood was once again cold, Zenjarth would be like his rider - duty minded enough that he would bow before his former mind and so whatever it was she willed. He would not like it, not until it became a distant memory, then nothing more than a blip on L'van's mind for the rest of their remaining days, but he would do as she wished. He was loyal, and he would do what it was that his queen desired. For now though, he was going to give it his all, and he was going to try. By tooth, by claw, he was going to prove himself worthy of her once again. He had given her such a precious gift the last time, he knew he had that in his favor, and he hoped that would serve him well this time around. He hoped that he could prove to her that he could give her another, and if not that, many large and healthy children that none of these other children could. He was older, he was wiser, he was more of a protector and provider than they could ever be. He was Zenjarth, only he was worthy of leader the Weyr forward. Only he was worthy of siring the future of the Weyr for their beautiful Senior Queen.

One of the first at the pens, he was there when she commanded a beast. Willingly, he abandoned his own kill, blood dripping down his maw, just to snatch up the biggest, fattest buck there was. Straight from underneath the claws of an incoming dragon, he did not care what they thought, or how they acted. Who was more important at the moment - a male that desired the drive forward, a blood hungry mate that he sought affection from? After he had set it before her be bowed and gave a hop away, ensuring he did not meet her wrath, ensuring he did not receive the mask of begging for favoritism, and sunk his teeth into his kill once again. As he drank, his thirst and need driving him, he paid the other males no more than a cursory mind; he was aware they were there, but other than that, they were not important to him. They were weak, each and every one of them, in comparison to him. They would not perform as he would perform. They and their riders did not know the Weyr or the Wings as he and his rider did. How could little boys and weak unseasoned men lead people they could not wrap their insignificant minds around? He scoffed at the mere thought, unaware that if he was clear of lust, of this hunger inside of him, he would not be thinking suck vilifying things about his fellow dragons.

Then the moment came, and she led them to the skies, and he was there in a powerful thrust of his rear legs. Once in the air, he knew he could use his full power, but he didn't, preferring instead to save what he could for her final twists and turns. He had experience following after her, he could, through muscle memory, recall how he needed to move over thermals and through clouds while chasing her. This would not be an easy experience, and she was a crafty one. He had to be cautious, but at the same time, he needed to treat her as the significant treasure that she was - something to be admired, something to be cradled once one, something to be admired through words. None too rich, none too caressing. She wanted words, yes, but anything too pretty... no. Proof of action, not words. That was Zenjarth's way, and he would not stray away from what had worked for him the last time. Crooning, the elder bronze reached out with a loving caress of the mind, but only in wisps; he would not distract her, he would only let her know that he was not giving up on what could be something amazing once again. The queen of my everlasting heart, fly true today. I shall give you gifts again shall you choose me. Gifts for your sands, gifts of everyday pleasures. I shall seek your good fortune in your skies on your day, and I shall ensure that I secure my place by your side from this day forward once again. Be strong, my queen.
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Another Flight. Another chance to once again twine with the beautiful gold. Only once had he succeeded in earning her favor but that only made him more determined to try. Even when odds were stacked against him, larger and stronger males taking to the skies after her, he did not give up. Not even the knowledge that his best efforts could not compete with the siring strength of the weakest bronze could discourage him. There was only one thing, one time, he had considered not Chasing-and that was after Soquilith's previous Flight. Knowing he could not give her what she desired most, he considered grounding himself until her dream came true. Such was his loyalty and devotion to her. However that Flight had led to her dream being fulfilled. Now there was nothing to stop him from Chasing her.

The burning brown had been hyper aware of Soquilith all day. He knew that she would Rise once she woke from her slumber. It was only a question of when she would wake. To have a chance at her Ifrith knew he would need to be at his best. Thus he stretched, occasionally throwing in an easy loop around the Weyr. He needed to stay loose and warm in preparation of the Flight-but he also needed to save his strength. The larger males had the advantage in strength and staying power. If he wanted to compete with them he would need every scrap of energy he could muster.

Some sense drove him to blood at a certain time, Ifrith using the hunt as a warm-up exercise as well. He drank deeply of the blood that would fuel him in Flight, but once he was sated he found a cozy spot to doze. Still he stretched, still he watched Soquilith, but he did not needlessly burn his energy.

Thus he was ready when the dappled gold woke. She did not announce herself in words but then she did not need to. None could fail to notice as her glowing form dove from where she had been sleeping and proceeded to make several quick, dangerously low passes over the feeding pens. This time however...

Ifrith found a good spot to watch and wait but what he saw puzzled him. Soquilith was...she seemed as if she were deliberately making a spectacle of herself. She was their Queen, Senior above all others, and all that was on top of the beauty and majesty that she already possessed. The show seemed...unnecessary...at least to him. He was not about to question her however. He merely watched and waited, grumbling to himself when Soquilith demanded of her suitors that one should find the plumpest beast and bring it to her. The grumbling was not so much aimed at her request as the circumstances however. Ifrith could not afford to expend the energy necessary to obey her. Worse however, the one who did fly forth was Zenjarth. Zenjarth, the bronze that had Flown her last time and given her that which she craved most...that which Ifrith was unable to give her. And now he was making his case even before the Flight started, for he has the strength and energy to spare.

The burning brown fidgeted in frustration. What he wouldn't give to push past his limitations...

But Soquilith took to the skies then and he was quick to follow her. This time he would be the one to twine with her. Somehow, this time, he would win her favor.

She spoke then, addressing all the males perhaps but for all Ifrith cared they were the only two dragons in the sky. No tricks. No games. Nothing but a long, grueling Flight that only the strongest male could hope to last through. Soquilith was good as her word already, flying higher and higher. No diving, no turns, nothing. She was determined to climb as high as possible. Yet while that was desirable to her...

Hissing softly, Ifrith pumped his wings hard and sought to close the distance between them. He could not wait that long. For all that he wanted her, for all that he would try until he nearly fell from the sky, he knew the larger males would easily outlast him. He was not even large for a brown, not really, being just on the larger end of average. His only chance at success was to end the Flight early while he had the strength to Fly her. Already the Flight had gone on long enough that he was tiring.

Soquilith! he bugled to her as he began to get closer. My Queen, please hear me out! You know how true I am, devoted, loyal, willing to dote on you whether you choose me or not. You know I would never give you less than everything I have. Closer, might he be able to at least brush his nose against one hind foot? I will not make your choice. I will fly as long as I can. I will work to prove to you why I would make a good, strong mate. But please Soquilith, you can out-fly me on your worst day-which this most certainly is nowhere near. If you would choose me, choose soon so that I may Fly you as you deserve-or at least as close as one my color can muster!

He was very close now, nearly in range of Soquilith's tail if the dark gold chose to lash out. Yet still he held true to his course, longing to feel her warm hide while being very careful not to get in her way at all. Soquilith, he crooned lovingly, light of the sky and the fire that warms the entirety of your Weyr, if you will not have me as your mate may I have the pleasure, honor, and great privilege of being close to you for a moment before I must concede to the ones capable of continuing?
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Everything had not been the greatest this morning. A'ric was not a fan of the rain, even if it was just small showers. It also didn't help that Behemoth wasn't much of a fan of the rain either. The big bronze had done nothing but complain to A'ric since they got started that morning. Honestly, the young man did not know why the bronze was whining. It wasn't like he was actually out in the rain. Well, yet anyway. A'ric had yet to determine if they were actually going to do drills and such today. Maybe, if the weather stopped, they might. If it continued to rain though. who knew. Maybe he would just call it a day and let everyone have some free time. Everyone in the Wing worked so hard, it would be nice to give them an easy day. A'ric knew he and Kit wouldn't complain. They wold either go get Viktor from the creche, or the two of them could just go home and be alone for a little while. Either was good with A'ric, but he already kind of knew which one Kit would chose if she had the choice.

Actually, he hand't seen much of the Zultanite rider today, and he was hoping to see her at the drills. Usually she was up before him, but today, he had wanted to do a bit of personal training, so the bronze rider had gotten an earlier start than normal. Unfortunately, it had been raining, which had put a slight damper on his focus for his training, but he managed to make it through. After that, instead of going home he had went to the office which is still where he was, still debating what to do. By now the rain had stopped, or at least that was what it looked like from his window. Glancing out it again, he saw a few dragons in the air, and his heart race ever so slightly as he noticed they were all Golds. That could only mean one thing, that Soqui must be close to rising. Usually it was only the Weyrwoman's dragon who remained behind during her rising, so his best educated guess was that the Queen was going to be Rising, and there would be a Leadership Flight.

Even though he should have known, and quiet honestly, he probably had known, just hand't been thinking about it. The Weyrwoman's gold ALWAYS rose around this time. So so, the young man pretty much knew he had his answer. The Wing could have the day off today, especially even more so now because of the Flight. No one was ever able to concentrate in the Weyr when there was a Flight going on, least of all the riders or the dragons who were participating.

Behemoth quickly quit his whining about the rain as he heard the Gold call to them. Before he could reach the Beast Pens though to provide her with what she wanted, Zenjarth was already there. The bronze just blooded his own two beats and then took to the skies, following her once more. The last time he had lost, but he wouldn't this time. My Queen, you are the most radiant dragon I have ever laid eyes on. I will follow you as far as I can, and then even more. I will prove myself to you.

As Behemoth took off in the skies, A'ric wished him good luck, and then the rider quickly made his way back to the apartment he shared with Kit. By now, he was sure she would be there waiting for him. Everyone knew that Safryn's door would be closed, and Kit never turned down an opportunity like this. A knowing smirk came to his face as he walked in and saw her there.
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Life could not have been more perfect. Not even in Fox's wildest fantasies could he imagine being happier than he had been the last few weeks. He had his short stack and life couldn't be more perfect. His happiness was almost annoying to some in his wing, especially with him being Wingsecond now. Fox couldn't claim that he'd ever really been a morning person, but those mornings he had woken up with J'on in his arms well...how could he not be jubilant? If that jubilance and excitement happened to wear off during drills, when others weren't having as grand a time, that wasn't entirely his fault. Truthfully most were more tolerant since their wing had been hoping for them to get together.

For all he and J'on was in the puppy-dog stage of love where neither could do anything wrong and it seemed as if reality had taken a back seat to blind bliss, Fox had made sure a sevenday ago to speak with J'on about flights. Desdomondyth still had yet to have her maiden flight, but he wanted to make sure that both of them were on the same page and comfortable with their choices in regards to mating flights. J'on very much did not want to participate himself, which made Fox happy. He really didn't like the idea of anyone else getting to enjoy his short stack. Knowing he felt that way it was a very easy decision for him to make that he too would no longer participate in flights. Instead, the two of them would enjoy flights together.

When Mnenomth began paying closer attention to their lovely senior gold, Soquilith, Fox had been very happy that he and J'on had already spoke. It was only a matter of time before she would be rising and a possible new Weyrleader would be chosen. He wasn't sure how he felt about being Weyrleader. He was confident enough to know he could handle the position, but he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to. Especially now with his new relationship with J'on. However, he also knew there was no way in hell that he'd be able to keep his dragon from chasing, so he tried to not dwell on the matter and would deal with whatever happened.

Finally, the day came. Mnenomth had, in the last week, eaten lighter, but made sure to drain the blood of a few beasts in preparation for the chase. Like many of the other males, he had not gone too far from the dark queen's side. As soon as her powerful pinions had taken her into the sky he was launching himself upwards after her. He growled threateningly at the males closest to him. He would prove he was the most worthy to be with her. How could we not wish to prove ourselves to the most wonderful queen of all Pern? All other queens pale in comparrison to your warmth, brilliance, regality, and intelligence. Pick me, my queen, and I will show you every day just how perfect and magnificent you truly are. Mnenomth crooned to her.

Fox had not left his apartment much unless he absolutely had to the last few days since the flight was so imminent. Now he waited for a certain opalrider to knock on his door, if he was so inclined, before he moved to unlock it.
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The subtle changes that usually were caught by rider and dragon when a Queen readied herself were nearly missed by P’dren and Kheluzath. When the signs finally caught the bronze’s attention there was a heated discussion between man and dragon. Kheluzath wanted to follow the Lady into the the skies. To follow the age-old instinct no matter their sudden arrival to the Weyr.

P’dren wanted to hold back. To wait another season or two before they began to chase the Ladies. Surely the bronze could understand his partner’s desire to know more about their new home before they started to shake things up. Most of the day was spent bickering, trading insults and pouting. In the end though, just moments before the muted bronze took to the skies, the pair reached an understanding. They would Fly but the human half would keep to himself. An odd sort of understanding to be sure, but P’dren wasn’t going to wear out their welcome already.

Choosing to stay in the back of the pack, Kheluzath took in the measure of those ahead of him. Large bronzes, browns and even a few of the odder toned males followed the glowing Queen into the skies. Unlike his usual suave self, Kheluzath kept his praises to himself. This queen barely knew him and he was certain that no pretty words would sway this determined and experienced Lady.

As the pack began to settle into the different ranges of strengths, the large bronze dipped into his own strength and tried to pull ahead of even the more experienced males. This wasn’t his first try, he was no egg-wet hatchling of course, so he knew his limits. When the stunning lady, Soquilith as she was called, paused in the Skies, Kheluzath dared to take his chance. Pulling quickly on his reserves and barreling as quick as he dared through her gathered suitors. Heartbeats and wingbeats seemed to slow as the bronze with his muted tones attempted to Catch the shining Queen.
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While the dark queen put the males through the paces, their grueling flight of speed and endurance taking place high over head, it was a much different story on the ground. Everyone seemed to feel a little more relaxed knowing they could be with the one of their own choosing while their dragon tried to stake his own claim. It was true that a gold's flight seemed to effect the riders moreso than usual, but it was still maintainable, controllable...unless you chose not to. When you had someone to share it with, allowed to move with the flow of the euphoria, the sense of freedom and desires, instead of trying to bottle it up for later...well, there was something to be said about having the freedom of choice.

Safryn hadn't been entirely sure how she felt about this, for it went against what she'd been taught to believe, even in the midst of Atricis' free thinking...queenriders had always been different. Solange and Rhianwen's precedence helped her to justify it, she knew it had been done before and nothing had gone horribly wrong. It just felt...strange to her, foreign, and so set apart from what she believed in. But, Soquilith had gotten what she deserved most with her last clutch, and Safryn had made a promise to H'tai, her love, her weyrmate, and she intended to stick to that promise. When she was able to close that door, leaving just the two of them in their apartment, she knew she had nothing to worry about. It was almost as if a large weight had been lifted off her shoulders, knowing that no one would come knocking.

Now, she could look upon her weyrmate with a smile, nothing but love in her heart, and the glimmer of lust in her eyes. There was no turning back, she could feel Soquilith burning in her veins, and she did not bother to hold back once those gates were opened. High above her, the dappled dragon felt that rush, the joy and passions that warmed them both and she used it, dipped into those strengths and used them to her advantage. The queen gave into the passions with a sudden flurry of motion, folding her wings in and corkscrewing through the air before dark wings snapped open more and she shot away into the sky, herr suitors hot on her tail. This flight had lasted long that she began to lose a few of the smaller males, their strength waning and they couldn't keep up anymore.

The gold gave a soft snort as she saw another fall away out of the corner of her sight, as if scoffing them for even trying to compete for her affections if they couldn't even last to see the end. Soquilith already had a pretty good idea who would be left for the choosing, and as she flew straight ahead, she deliberated those choices. A hulk like Behemoth would certainly maintain and likely even have stamina to spare once he'd Caught her, but would he be the smart choice, the loyal choice of mate? The giant bronze had his own reputation of chasing every golden tail in this Weyr whenever he got the chance, though no one could truly blame him either. Good strong bloodlines could be produced from Behemoth, and she entertained the idea for a while, until a voice entered her mind, shaking loose all other thoughts.

Faceted eyes sought out the source, the burning ember of a brown that was so faithful and devoted to the queen despite never having caught her a second time. Would today be that fateful day for Ifrith? She slowed, ever so slightly at his plea, those sweet endearing words echoing in her mind and heart. The queen knew that if he could, he would endure to the end of Pern and back again if only for the chance to be her mate once more. He had flown her that first time, and has never failed to try again and again whenever he had the chance since then. That sort of loyalty needed to be rewarded, or one day she could lose him entirely. A croon echoed Ifrith's words and the dappled gold moved in closer to the brown, slowing until they could fly side by side for the time. Dear sweet Ifrith, your words are moving, your plea genuine. She began, her neck outstretched to nuzzle against him, but not to be mistaken by the claim to twine with. I know you would not disappoint me as a mate, your loyalty to me or my Weyr has always been unwavering. For that, there are no words... but I must do what is best for my Weyr, for our future, and yours is not ready yet. One day, yes... but not this day. Soquilith warbled softly, almost apologetically to the burning brown, swooping her wing softly over his back, her muzzle caressing him once more before she moved to break away and take the lead again.

For a moment, the queen was stoic in her Flight, doggedly flying straight ahead as she felt the tearing inside her as she left Ifrith behind. It was not the brown's fault, it was not H'tai's fault, it just was to her. Her instinct drove her, she knew who would be the best choice between dragon and rider to take their place beside her and her own rider. It was more than a Flight, it was a Pact made on this day, and a mantle borne from that moment onwards, and one she felt the brownpair were not ready to bear just yet. So, with a deep breath, the dappled gold suddenly turned and shot straight upwards, making for that final climb where she knew only the strongest would survive its' climb.

Just when the dark queen turned though, one of her suitors decided to take advantage of the angle and soared straight for her, talons outstretched to make his move. Soquilith instantly recognized him as a newcomer, one who'd never Chased her before and new enough to be a stranger to most of them. What insolence to think himself so worthy of a prize as her, without even knowing anything beyond the color of her hide! A growl greeted his attempt and when he got close enough, she lashed out. A sinuous tail whipped at his backside while claws went for the closest part of him, roaring her defiance at his arrogance and with a burst of speed, she left him to nurse his wounds and his pride.

Enough of this! The queen's blood was boiling, her muscles burning with the strain and she'd endured long enough to seek out the solace of her mate. There had truly only been one of them in the forefront of her mind the whole time, though she always enjoyed to play the field so to speak, and leave her options open until the end. Not once has the same male caught her again, for Soquilith had always let the whims of her nature guide her or the search for the male who would give her a daughter, but now when the future of her Weyr depended on her choice, it was different. She had to be smart, make the right choice for more than just herself, or her rider, and she knew who that would be.

The dappled gold flew until she could fly no more, until her wings burned and ached with every beat, when her lungs sucked in the thin air and her heart felt like it was going to burst. The queen had flown as hard as she knew how to, she had tested her loyal followers in this Chase and they were looking just as worn and tired as she felt. It was time, she could go no higher. The weight of the world seemed to grab onto her and pull her down as her wings gave out and folded against her sides. Zenjarth, it was always you. Catch me, carry me. I'm so very tired now. The golden goddess sighed as she felt the bronze wrap around her, his wings flaring wide to slow their descent and she nuzzled into his embrace, neck and tail twining with his own.

Down below, the riders knew when the Catch had made, and those caught in the throes of their dragons whims would twine just as close and needing as the gold and bronze with their own choice partner. The others would seek their solaces with their own, nurse their loss in their own ways and find a way to make the rest of the evening worth while then. The Weyr seemed to resume as normal by the time the queen and her mate returned, save for a few riders who chose to remain behind the sanctity of closed doors for the rest of the night. Come morning, work would continue without a hitch as their current Leadership would remain stable for at least another Turn, and that in itself was a relief as well.

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I'm sorry this took me so long to get to! I know I was around, but essentially too brain dead to brain anything serious like this, or horribly distracted ...I'm sorry if I forgot anything, (Mnenomth...>.> <3 to you!) ... But I just, wanted to get it out there.

Any attempt to catch was given a 25% of succeeding... No one did. =(
Any Male with a token was given a second name in the randomizer, Zenjarth and Ifrith.

There were 7 items in your list. Here they are in random order:

Bronze Zenjarth
Bronze Behemoth
Brown Ifrith
Brown Ifrith
Bronze Mnenomth
Bronze Kheluzath
Bronze Zenjarth

Timestamp: 2018-03-12 01:50:58 UTC
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