Ribbons in the Breeze (Flitter Flight)

[Void]

Verith rumbled appreciatively as Sk'ar hit a rather annoying patch of skin with the oil brush. "Did you dry out overnight or did I sleep for three days strait." Sk'ar muttered attacking the offending spot after plunking the brush back in the oil bucket.

The wind has been dryer. Verith replied not even cracking his eye lid a sliver.

"Which is why we are here." Sk'ar pointed out kneeling on the RR Flames hindquarters scrubbing the spine of the dragon thoroughly making sure every square inch was well moisturized and gleaming in the sunlight. He snorted in amusement suddenly and feeling Verith's mental prod for details, explained.

"One time a year or so ago I was talking with someone, I don't remember the guys name, but he was one of the wealthier acquaintances to the Lord at Icy Caverns and we got to talking for some reason-I was probably trapped at one of those fancy dinners the Lord Holder did at times. So I was talking to this guy who started the conversation at the food table, it was seafood themed I think... I remember staring at a fish eye and being slightly weirded out. There was this big mound of fish eggs. I got really weirded out then, I mean eating a fish while it's staring at me is weird enough. But eating its offspring while staring at me was a bit to much. So I went for the safe looking shrimp dish. It was pretty good as I remember... Nice mix of herbs.

Thats just like you Verith rumbled in amusement.

"What is just like me?"

To not remember the mans name but to go waxing poetical about food you ate three years ago.

"Two years." He corrected. "And it was very interesting where he was not. Besides the point anyways. We got to somehow talking about scrubbing floors. He had apparently lifted himself out of the low life where he spent most of his life scrubbing things. The majority of which was floors. So he said 'When people like you and me get to our high positions we truly appreciate them because we don't have to scrub anything anymore!' Followed enthusiastically by hearty laughter at his marvelous point. I politely waited for him to finish taking a sip of wine until he settled down then calmly pointed out 'except on oiling days' and nodded to you." He chuckled lightly finishing one of Verith's hind legs. "You should have seen his face he got suddenly much more interesting with his facial expressions. I just grabbed another shrimp and took that opportunity of silence to take my leave."

Well I am much more interesting than a floor. Verith snuffed feeling the need to point out the differences between himself and a floor.

"You move when I need you too." Sk'ar said poking a foreleg with the brush to indicate he needed it to be in a better position.

They continued on in silence enjoying each others company and the general feel of getting all the itchy spots coated and saturated. Silk, his Silverlight flitter, had been oiled earlier and was sleeping deeply on Verith's head between his head knobs gleaming like obsidian and quicksilver in the sun. Abruptly her eyes shot open whirling tornado's captured in her jewel eyes. Sitting into a perched stance paws placed tightly together in front of her, tail wrapped tight against her body, wings flaring she let out a shriek.

That did open Verith's eyes. A Queen shrieking to her Kings on your head would do that. She called for them to come, demanded their presence. She was a Queen and those silly males knew it. Act impassive as they pretended, when she called they would come. She knew they would. And with that assurance she launched into the sky, no longer a ribbon caught in the breeze, but a steel wire slicing through the air.

[summerrain]

The boy laughed, then held out his hand. A pendant. Dragon-shaped, like the one that had been around the neck of a woman who had left a few months ago. This one had more detail than the last one, though. The boy was on his way to becoming a master carpenter, just like his father. Around his head, though, flew a strange little flit.

He was a strange one, this King flit. He flew around the head of his boy, a Candidate of 16, before landing on the light hair on the boy's head. The boy was walking around outside, when a shriek brought them to attention. The Bronze, his wings the color of a Sunlace, took off from his boy's head, after the noise. He found the source, a Silverlight Queen who he had seen before. He kept his distance from her, waiting for her to take wing from the head of the Flame cousin. He was intreagued by her behaviour.

His boy, fair-haired and rather tall, ran after the Bronze-Sunlace flit. However, he stopped a few feet away, suddenly understanding the reason the flit had vanished.

The Bronze-Sunlace King was called Daybreak, and he was but two Turns of age. He knew, however, that he had as much of a chance at winning this Silverlight Queen as any King flit. He called out to the Silverlight, but still kept his distance. His Sunlace wings blended evenly with the rest of his Iron hide, giving his hide a strange look to it.

She had yet to take to the sky. He watched her, then did a few tricks meant to impress her. He flipped upside-down, then righted himself. He did a barrel roll, but remembered to save the majority of his showing off for when they were in the sky.

[catsavage-Z]

Five turns old was the Tiger King Flitt named Talon. He had been enjoying the company of his person when the distinct sound of a familiar voice came to his hearing. The demand for attention clearly evident in her voice. Silk called to her kings and for a brief moment Talon debated whether to give chase or not.

Seeing as how Silk was a female he knew and cared for, he launched off of his rider's shoulder without warning and arrowed straight for where the sound of her voice had come from. He was strong and he was fast but not very agile. Seeing she was no longer there upon the head of the dragon she had perched upon, he took a moment to break his forward momentum. Another moment past as he located this silver temptress and pumped his large wings in pursuit. He could make her his own.

Screeching out to her, he announced his intentions to her. Crooning with lust creeping into his eyes, he proclaimed his desire. Silk was worth every effort he could give.

[Shoki]

Twist was being quiet. He wasn't quite asleep yet, though that didn't look far off. He was resting in the lap of his human, who was still stroking him rhythmically. She was singing a song, softly, which she did a lot. His human loved to sing. So did the large Pink cousin he shared her with. Twist was merely content to listen. He was a Brown flitter, nothing if not willing to sit with his. It was a peaceful day for the human it seemed, so Twist was more then happy to move at her pace.

Well, until he heard the cry of the Silverlight.

His head snapped up, his eyes whirled into much stronger colors then the content blue they had been. The human, his human, gave one final pat to his head and pulled back her hands, letting him launch himself from her lap, and into the air. A song tailed him, the one that his human was singing. A triumphant cry escaped him, fitting the tune perfectly, before he bolted for the sky, leaving the singing human and his cousin on the ground. They would enjoy the view with a soundtrack they created themselves. But he was off.

Twist spotted the Silverlight, taking to the air, and a Iron-Sunlance showing off to her. The Brown called out his presence, unable to contain his joy for coming at her call. So much so that he did a tight loop, and a spin besides. Oh, what joy to be here! He was a Brown, to be sure, so he would be a bit small for such things, but a dependable Brown had to come at the call of a Queen. An absence would be imply he would disobey a call. Sure, he was no King, but it was about the respect given. Sometimes that was more enticing, but that wasn't what he thought about. The call was more of instinct anyway, so he was bid come. he was distracted for a moment, by the powerful Tiger that appeared, and knew instantly that he must fly for all he was worth. He sped up, crooning all the way. He was Twist, the slippery Brown. Perhaps he could slip into this flight and make it.

[Void]

Silk paused from her tight upward spiral fanning her wings out to halt her momentum and seemed to hover in the air for a second as she surveyed those who had come to her call. The Iron-Sunlance did a few tricks in the hopes to impress her. Even though his hide was intriguing in its coloring it would take more to catch her eye. She lightly crooned to herself at the dependable Brown that showed up, antics more for his enjoyment than hers. Upon seeing the powerful Tiger King that arrived and wasted no time in flying to her she screeched her challenge directly to them and making a short dive down she arched her back and turned the momentum upward waiting for them to try and catch her. As if they could. She was a falling star, glimmering in the sun, leaving the earth and streaking back into the sky where she belonged.

[catsavage-Z]

Silk was a diamond, a glorious beam of starlight in his sights. She wasted no movement and yet she danced with the wind like no other. He envied her ease of movement and called approval and pleasure. He watched her in admiration as he did his best to not follow her agile dips and climbs, but straight-forward. Ever stalwart in his powerful sweeps of his wings. He wasted no energy, hoping to woo her with his strength.

He liked to think he was gaining on her silver form. The other males, Talon the large Tiger King, ignored. There was only one thing in the sky worth looking at and that was Silk.

[Shoki]

Twist heard the Silverlight cry out her challenge, then immediately sped off. The light glinted of her hide as she rose, and the Brown was all the more eager to chase. The strong Tiger was an incentive for him to move faster, to not wait on showing his ability to follow. However, he wasn't what drove Twist, it was the Queen that commanded him. The Brown flitt called out, a croon for the black and silver beauty. How the sun did complement her, shining down just for her. Inviting them all upwards. Of course, only the strong could proceed, only those whose will could bear the strain.

As they rose higher, the Brown couldn't quite prevent his fidgety nature. His tail twitched back and forth as he chased, showing how much he want to be closer, but his wings could only pump so fast. Always, he was his own worse enemy. Perhaps he could best himself this time.