Keep 'em Guessing || Alineshith's Flight Feb 21, 2014 22:08:44 GMT -8
Post by Moo on Feb 21, 2014 22:08:44 GMT -8
Set the Mood: "The Courtship" by James Newton Howard
"Hmmm...This was a great idea. It's so nice out."
Alineshith and Orabel had decided to spend the morning lounging by the Weyr's lake, soaking up what sun they could before the seasons changed and it simply became too cold to venture out in barely-there clothing.
I certainly agree, my dear.
The Pink dragon gurgled with contentment and stretched her wings out as wide as they could go. She had eaten two herdbeasts not more than an hour ago, and was feeling very relaxed under the strong, midday sun. Combined with the bird song that rose up from the jungles behind them, it was an altogether perfect day.
And then it hit her. That sly, creeping feeling that had been under her hide and bothering her all week, itching and lingering and taunting, now burst into flames. A growl rumbling low in her throat, Alineshith leapt to her feet with a loud thud.
"Hey, do you mind?!"
But the Pink dragon wasn't paying attention to her Rider. She knew what it was now, the feeling, without a doubt in her mind. A shiver of recognition rippled through her hide. So this was it.
Orabel, dear, it's today. It's time.
Wait, is that...Are you...? She gasped. "No! Not now!"
The Pink dragon roared, as nervous and high-strung as her Rider.
I cannot help it, you know this! Now go, you still have some time! Go now. Right now!
Grass stained Orabel's arms and legs as she scrambled upright. "Ugh! Ali, I'm not even cute yet!" she wailed as she snatched up her towel and thin sandals and hopped, barefoot, across the wet ground.
"Don't you dare Rise until I'm back in our weyr!"
I make no promises...run fast!
Oh, but she was heavy, far too heavy to run or fly! But she knew how to take care of that. Alineshith ducked her head, her neck muscles rippling as she retched up her meal from earlier. She had been digesting her food, and it had made her slow, but now...Now she had a sporting chance. But was it enough? All the others had blooded herdbeasts in the past...was it enough?
It would have to be. She could wait no longer to begin.
Splashing her muzzle in the water to clear away the remnants of her meal, Alineshith shook her head and sent beads of water flying in every direction. Her lethargy had left her, and with the bolster of energy she gained from sunning, she could feel it all so much clearer. The Flightlust was incredible and overwhelming. Her entire body trembled from nerves, from excitement, and a fire unlike any other coursed through her veins.
It is time! Come, my fellows! I Rise! Come and get me! she trilled with a sort of breathless exhilaration, her jaw dropped open in a startling, all-too-human grin. She loped back and forth in front of the main jungle road, wings aloft, Pink hide shining and neck arched high. All of her instincts were telling her to flee, to fly with the wind, to surpass them all! She knew her Flight would never be as spectacular or grandiose as a Gold's (and she had been planning out her Flight for a while), but it could be fun. She was still young, after all, and had many Flights left. So why not try something a little different?
Screeching a colorful array of swear words, Orabel raced through the Bowl and moved toward the stairs, trailing mud and grass and a heightened sense of anxiety behind her. Ali was Rising! It was too soon! And of all days, why did it have to be today? Her bare feet slapped the hard ground as she navigated through the throngs of riders and dragons, her towel flapping behind her like a brilliant banner. Her room wasn't even clean!
You will catch me in time, that is certain..but first you must catch me! So come and try! Meet me before the Jungles! Prove that you're clever beasts, and not simple followers of instinct! Alineshith bellowed, loud and clear. She would take to the skies, yes, her body craved the sky as much as another dragon's heat...but not yet. Not yet. She would wait before the jungle road until they saw her, until they flew closer, and then she would act.
Orabel slid into her weyr with moments to spare, her eyes wild and her heart racing. "What to do...what to do..." she panted, indecisive, her mind already beginning to fog with what she realized was Flightlust. She had little time left to act.
"Clothes," she breathed, and raced behind her partition to swap her dirty clothes for clean ones. Presentability, that was the key...right? She hopped out a moment later on dirty, bare feet, pulling her pants up and tying them shut. It never occurred to her that it wouldn't matter what she was wearing once Alineshith chose her mate.
She raced over to her bedside and attempted to straighten her messy bed (in vain, and all due to Teel, that lazy, napping Cloud of hers) before she grabbed a brush and ran it through her dark, snarled hair. Tossing the brush away a moment later, Orabel ran her hands over her hair to smooth it down, and then began to run around and pick up the rest of her dirty clothes and riding equipment. She shoved it all behind her partition, hoping beyond hope that whoever Ali chose, their Rider would not be too curious about her quarters.
She moved back to the entrance to her weyr and looked around. She breathed out heavily, dizzy and lightheaded from nerves and Flightlust and her sudden workout.
"Shards, Ali....It had to be today..."
Her weyr wasn't completely clean, but it would have to do. She had no time for anything else.
The other Riders would be arriving soon.
Alineshith churred at the thought of her plan. She was not and would never be a great Queen, but she was a Queen in her own right, and had a gauntlet of her own for her suitors to pass through. It would be fun to watch them try to keep up, but they did need to hurry! She could hardly wait any longer! She snorted hotly through her nostrils and paced and waited, tense as a bow string, for the sight of the males on the horizon.