Logs:Rillaeth's Maiden Flight
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| RL Date: 29 March, 2014 |
| Who: L'sha, R'oan |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Rillaeth's Maiden Flight |
| Where: High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 5, Turn 34 (Interval 10) |
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| Guest Weyr, High Reaches Weyr This broad ledge is dappled with bright light in the morning and commands a lovely view of the eastern end of the bowl, including the lake and the trees that dot the shoreline. Reached by a flight of stone steps that climb up from the bowl floor, the ledge is relatively low, an easy jump down to the ground; possibly its selection was a safety precaution, so anyone stumbling out the wrong way after a flight would be unlikely to break his or her neck. Within the weyr itself is a comfortably-sized dragon wallow, rarely used but swept clean nonetheless. The cavern broadens as it stretches back away from the entrance to reveal a neatly made double-sized bed pushed up against the back wall, a press at its foot with an extra blanket folded on top of it and two chairs standing guard to either side of the hearth. A rectangular table lurks against the side wall, kept stocked with a pitcher of water and a basket of seasonal fruits. The weyr is well-lit and kept immaculately clean, the refreshing scents of citron-infused sweetsand mingling with the tang of herbs. Rillaeth has been showing signs of her readiness to mate for the last sevenday, culminating today as she's particularly moody, hissing and lashing her tail at any male who gets too close. She doesn't seem to glow like most greens, her hide remaining its usual dark forest green. The exception is the paler stripe down her midline, which pulses with a glow that travels down her body from head to tail. Towards dusk, several High Reaches males gather around her and croon to her, trying to win favor. In response, she merely launches toward the feeding grounds and takes down a wherry buck. L'sha has seen this coming, but the deep emotions still threaten to overwhelm him. He heads up to the guest weyr, the customary place for riders to gather for flights. His face flushed, he leans against a cavern wall and closes his eyes, murmuring to Rillaeth, "Blood, only blood." Etrevth's lingered here since midday, the tiger stone brown lounging into a claimed spot in the bowl to watch this maiden green with an interest his rider hasn't displayed. At least R'oan has seemed to take it genially enough, despite that they were only here to transport records between the Weyrs, and the brownrider had retreated to get himself mildly drunk at Snowasis with his suddenly free time. It's only later in the evening, towards dusk, where Etrevth's smoke and substance invades his mind with force as Rillaeth finally launches towards the feeding grounds, that he drags himself from the bar to find the weyr that the dragonriders gather in. His silvered-green eyes slide to a woman there, coincidentally a bluerider, hopefully. His dragon doesn't make the mistake of misidentification, though. Etrevth knows who he wants, and the intoxicating sweetness of his mind is extended towards Rillaeth even as he pierces his own beast, drinking from it like an addiction. L'sha pushes himself away from the wall with some effort and near-sleepwalks toward the back of the cavern where the large bed is. He leans against the wall there again and unbuttons the top buttons of his tunic. His breathing his heavy and a light sheen of perspiration coats his skin. His eyes meet those of the riders in the room, lingering on each one for a moment. He closes his eyes again to keep control of Rillaeth, who, having dispatched one wherry, is currently draining a herdbeast dry. Her eyes whirl deep red as they dart to each of the males around her. One of the blues gets a bit too close as he brings down a herdbeast and she shrieks at him, dragging her own beast backwards away from him. Blood gouts from the beast's neck as she lets go of it, then she clamps her jaws down on it again to drink more. It is L'sha's movements that bring R'oan's gaze to him, and for all that his lips curve into a soft frown as he realizes--realizes, he can't tear his gaze away from the young man as he starts unbuttoning buttons. "Shit, why didn't I bring a flask," he murmurs, just generally, to the weyr. Etrevth is focused on the moment, on the blood in his mouth and the green about to rise. He waits, wings spread and ready to launch himself the moment he sees Rillaeth do the same, even as he gulps blood down greedily. Rillaeth finishes the herdbeast and quickly drains another wherry, then her head turns toward the weyr where her rider is. She seems to listen for a moment, then looks around her, tail lashing the ground. The reflection of interstellar space is blacker and emptier than ever as they reach toward the gathered males. « None of you will ever catch me. » With that, she crouches down, then launches herself straight up into the sky at tremendous speed, her huge wings carrying her relatively small and slender body with effortless ease. L'sha's eyes pop open and he gasps as Rillaeth takes off. He looks at the riders around him as if noticing them for the first time, then he's lost once more to his dragon high above and climbing rapidly. R'oan has decades of experience, so the shock of his dragon flinging himself into a flight isn't something he goes through even as he watches it in L'sha's reaction. He seems steady, almost reserved and distant, as he leans back to hold up a wall while waiting out the results, but briefly his gaze flicks upwards. Etrevth disagrees, though he does it with the purest high, his intoxicating cloud of smoke wisps in her empty space. « I will. » Not cocky, but sure, as any dragon is when they begin. He springs into the air after her, the sleekness of his length aerodynamic despite not being able to match her speed. Rillaeth quickly leaves the flock of chasing males far below, rising high above the tops of the Spires and still climbing. She can't help but broadcast the elation she feels at finally being able to fly as she wishes, without being told to slow down or stop showing off. L'sha revels in the feeling as well, a broad grin spreading across his face as he stares upwards. Etrevth isn't one for tricks or showing off. He has speed and experience, but nothing so fancy to catch the green's attention during the flight, so instead he must persevere and hope he is there to catch her when she allows herself to be. R'oan watches, a quiet wall of brownrider with narrowed gaze and lingering attention on L'sha. And, briefly, a laugh might escape in a huff of breath for the young man's grin as the older (very much more jaded) man shakes his head. L'sha hears R'oan's laugh, which snaps him out of his reverie. He looks at the older brownrider and a smirk turns one corner of his mouth up as his eyes take in the man's body. The other riders around him begin to move closer, making a loose semicircle around the young greenrider. Above, Rillaeth decides that a hundred dragonlengths is high enough and levels out. « Let's have some fun. » She banks wide to the right, allowing the males to catch up somewhat, yet still keeping her distance. One of the faster blues banks with her as he rises, eager to prove himself. Where he leans against the wall, his boot firmly planted on it behind him, R'oan doesn't seem to mind L'sha's attention, but nor is he one of the dragonrider's that move closer. Instead, his grey-green gaze marks his possessiveness, transfered from Etrevth, not feeling the need to make it known through his physical presence. His dragon, meanwhile, seems to share this in the link with his rider. He doesn't bank left, wheeling instead in a wider turn after the green without the sharpness. He extends his voice to Rillaeth, assuring her with the warmth of amber liquor, « This is already fun. » « Honey, you ain't seen nothin' yet. » Her wide bank suddenly turns much tighter as she doubles back. Once over the chasing males, she pulls her wings in and dives straight at them. The blue in the lead overshoots and has to make a quick turn to regain the chase, bugling in frustration. Another 'Reaches blue folds his wings and dives with her, but a brown veers away to avoid a collision with the diving green. The blue's rider shakes his head and mutters, "Stay with her, Arleteth..." L'sha closes his eyes again and once again becomes lost in the flight above, knees buckling slightly when she dives. He stands straight again, hands balling into fists as he concentrates. Etrevth is able to dive like a stone, tucking his wings against his body and using the arrowed shape of his body to chase after the green. And somehow, this still does not prevent him from lashing out with the length of his tail at the other blue that dives with him, violence coming as easy to him as the feeling of intoxication, it seems. R'oan's eyes, briefly, leave L'sha to flick to that blue's rider, seemingly ready to stride across the weyr and get into the same show of dominance as their dragons in the air. Once past the thick of the flock, Rillaeth pulls out of her dive and veers upward again, her agility in the air coming into play as she weaves between the chasing males as if they were standing still. She folds her wings to navigate the narrow space between a blue and brown, leaving them to scramble to not collide with each other. She passes tantalizingly close to Etrevth, then is once again out of reach with a few wingstrokes. There is a start, briefly, from the brownrider who holds up that wall. For a second, it seems like R'oan is going to push himself away as Rillaeth comes that close to Etrevth, but then he catches himself and it gets no further than aborted movement. Etrevth does collide with another dragon while trying to twist himself to climb back upwards after the green, but he collides with claws and claws alike, and it doesn't seem to stop him in his pursuit for all that ichor falls from the slash of the other dragon's against his neck. L'sha gasps a bit and his eyes meet R'oan's as Etrevth gets slashed, concern flashing across his face before he's lost again. Rillaeth doesn't share her rider's concern as she leaves the males blundering and crashing in her wake, bugling her joy to the sky. She turns in a wide circle around the chasers, but this time she's a bit slower, her wings beginning to labor more than previously. Her eyes whirl a deeper red into a vibrant maroon. « Let's see what you boys have got! » The line of R'oan's jaw tightens as his dragon is injured, though it is not the first time and unlikely to be the last. It is too lae now for cares, though, and Etrevth certainly doesn't bother with the wound, nor does he learn from it. Instead of being more careful of collisions, he moves to cut through the other chases, cut through that circle that Rillaeth makes in an attempt to get closer to the lagging green in time. What Rillaeth has lost in speed, she maintains in quickness. Just as one of the speedier blues pulls up beside her, she darts away. That brings her within range of another 'Reaches brown, but she dances around and above him in a tricky roll maneuver. Two more blues turn on an intercept course and she backwings to avoid them, unknowingly bringing her dangerously close to Etrevth. The semicircle of riders around L'sha grows closer and he takes a step back toward the bed. His breathing is heavier now and sweat begins to roll down his face. He unconsciously fumbles at the remaining buttons of his tunic to find relief from the heat. Etrevth takes advantage of every bit of that luck that brings Rillaeth so close. He wraps himself around her quickly, his long tail lashing around her first and the rest of his body following. Even as he does, that insubsantial, intoxicating smoke of his mind fills up hers, a high that can hardly be replicated on Pern. "Get out," R'oan practically growls to the riders that still linger, for all that they are likely to go on their own. He strips off his jacket even as he pushes away from the wall, and he yanks at the laces of his pants as he strides to claim L'sha on that bed behind him. Rillaeth shrieks in surprise as she turns and Etrevth is suddenly there. She struggles and tries to free herself, but her tail, then the rest of her, is caught by the cunning brown. « No, no, no! You can't catch me! You can't... » The black emptiness of her thoughts is suddenly filled with Etrevth's smoke and she relents, giving in to the brown's embrace. L'sha takes a step back, then stumbles and sits down on the bed. His eyes lock with R'oan's and he tears his shirt off, unbuckling his belt quickly. He falls back on the bed as the brownrider meets him at the bed, kicking his boots off and yanking his breeches down. |
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