After dinner, stars starting to come out, but sun still not set
Clear skies, above thin cloud cover with occasional gusty winds
Rider's of female dragon's all had one thing in common. One thing that united them all into a certain level of knowing their dragon that rider's of male dragon's didn't always have. Not to say they were less in tune with their partners, but there was a decided difference between the male and female dragons. And that was Flights. Whether she was the smallest of Opals and Greens, or the largest of Garnets and Golds, there were times in their life where she became ultimate. When a female dragon flew, she was a goddess, queen of the skies, mistress of all that was above and below, regardless of her color.
It was a familiar feeling for Keket, one that she had been anticipating over the past several sevendays as she felt Lamiath's mood shift. It was a feeling she had experienced numerous times over the past turns. She sat and watched her gold slowly brighten, her colors seeming to practically glow. And the more vibrant her hide became, the more sour her mood. Everyday, Keket would have to gently remind her dragon that she didn't actually hate the world, but she was going to rise soon. Finally, it seemed like the day came, morning revealed a practically neon hued gold curled up, eyes whirling red with irritation. But the day wore on, and no sign, no trigger of Lamiath taking to the skies. Tomorrow would be the day then, and Keket finished her dinner, and went to read a bit before calling it an early night.
Keket wasn't entirely sure what time it was when she woke up, apparently having dozed off a bit at her book. Sitting up, she felt it, Lamiath? The woman sat up. The sun was still out, but it was threatening to kiss the horizon. She could feel her Queen as she shifted, her wings fanning in the waning light, readying. Keket sighed a bit. Right after dinner...It would probably invonenience the entire Weyr, and for a moment Keket felt guilty. Couldn't Lamiath at least wait until morning, then everyone could be well rested? I will not! This is my time, I have chosen it, and it will be! Let them wake and witness my glory!
Keket penned swift notes to the various other queenriders, the Weyrwoman, those that needed to be informed, with heavy apologies for the late hour, and sent them off with Sine and Duna. The fancy-flitts chirped, and obediently took off on their task as Lamiath stretched herself. It wouldn't be long before Keket would not be able to hold her from attacking the feeding grounds, and the woman just hoped she could get everything set in time. She had decided to have an open door that Flight, something she rarely did. Right as she finished lighting a few glows against the setting sun, the Gold couldn't hold it any longer. Lamiath lit to the sun-kissed sky, the roar that ripped from her throat practically vibrating the stone of the Weyr.
Those who think you are worthy, prove yourselves!
It had been enough times that Lamiath didn't need reminding to blood only as she swooped over the feeding grounds. She also did not waste any time being picky as she did a single fan across the pens, before slamming atop a rather large beast. The creatures bawl of terror was cut short by a wet crunching sound, followed by the gluttonous slurping. Lamiath had always been a bit of a messy eater when it came to Flights, a stark contrast to her normal dainty, careful eating. The sky above might be ablaze, but the area surrounding the Queen seemed to glow from her golden hide, as if she herself was the sun, each movement almost as if it had a faint haze around it.
Keket stood in her rooms, a hip leaning on her couch as she waited for the chasers to arrive. Lamiath could feel them around her, the males, but she ignored them for the moment. They were inconsequential. They would have their chance at her soon enough. But for now, she fed. The first beast was drained, a shell of what it was, and she leaped on the next nearest. One male was too slow to get out of her way, and he was awarded with a claw slashing his direction, and a sharp hiss. Blood dripped from her maw, but she didn't care as she stabbed her teeth into the next beast.
How I am going to work this, is two rounds! On September 8th, I'll reply again, and then on September 15th, I'll roll for a winner! Winner will be randomized, with consideration taken in for the male's abilities, etc. Honestly though, it's more random than anything else, lol. And thank you, Ember, for the sexy title of this Flight!