From the ground, Miral bid her time, giving Keket the space she required. No need to crowd her. If this flight was to be won, it would be by her dragon in the sky.
To the skies she took, and after her, Myrath flew. Pinions oared through the air, carrying him high after her, but rather use sheer strength to catch her, he fell a bit towards the back to give her a bit of a berth while letting the foolish pursue so closely towards her. As a male who hovered in a class size smaller to her own, Myrath understood all to well what he was and was not capable of. His strengths rested not in sheer power, but in agility and wit far beyond the gold's ability. For her, he would fly (even though she considered him shining green - had he known her opinion, he would have been outright insulted at the comparison), and he would twist and turn in the skies to prove himself to her.
The sun helped to fuel Myrath, giving him the energy to follow after her when she finally dipped beneath the pack of males. His agility allowed him to pursue with ease, for the gold's quickness could not compare to his own. Her size would not allow her to outmanoeuvre him and several of the others who turned after her. Then soon she turned towards the sea. Immediately, he recalled Sandalphonth's flight, and realised Lamiath was about to attempt the same endeavour. However, much like before, the male zultanite was not about to easily fall for the stunt that might drive males for the sea. He knew she would not dive into the abyssal depths no matter how much she might long for it. This flight was not about the pleasure of a swim, but the yearning of procreation. Dance in the skies all she liked, but her ultimate purpose was to produce the strongest clutch she was capable of, and only with him did Myrath believe such a clutch was possible. Thus when she ascended he recognised it might be her final effort, her greatest effort, the pinnacle of her flight before the fateful catch.
With a roar, he pulled from the reserves of energy he had stored through the gruelling flight, and began to pump his wings with renewed vigour. He roared out as he net the air beneath his sails, soaring up towards the gold who glistened from the strike of those final rays of sunlight.
Push all he might, Inez remained proper in Keket's company, even as the lust of the flight began to intoxicate her. In the corner of the queenrider's apartment, Inez found a safe space. She splayed a hand along the wooden surface of a table, if only to stabilise her footing and ground herself for the duration of the flight far above them.
Unlike some of the other males, Iorveth nearly matched Lamiath in size, thus putting him at a distinct advantage. His speed and agility matched her own, and while he was not nearly as old as she, he had flown in more flights than she had risen for. Wing pumped, carrying the brown rapidly along the path of ascension after her. Though a brown, he was a powerful beast, outmatched only by the massive bronze, Behemoth. As for the young bronze, Iorveth snorted at Adnachielth, for he was of little threat to him for the fact he was so young.
When she dove, he bugled out in surprise. Yet chase after her, he continued, following through on a path that seemed oddly familiar to him.
This is the same route Sandalphonth took. Be careful. She is flying for the ocean.
Yes. Yes! He remembered now! And with a triumphant bugle, he indicated as much as she made her way towards those teal waters made golden by the sinking sun. Yet rather than dive as the zultanite had done, she rose high and fast. With eagerness, he played her game, and beat his wings furiously, gaining altitude quickly in an attempt to prove to her his strength and ability as a mate made him worthy for the catch. A brown he might be, but Iorveth arrogantly knew he was an impressive specimen of a sire. Were she to give him a chance, he would make sure to prove as much to her, even as the telling aches of exhaustion began to nibble at his wing shoulders.