Ice in the Wind - Temperanth's Flight [73.11.25]

[Shoki]

Strain was getting to the pair of minds in the Ice's body. Anger and lust was roiling about in their head, and it was all weighing heavily on Hedara specifically. She wasn't used to flights at all, and though the rage was partly her doing the intensity of the emotions flooding her was wearing her out. She could feel the lead in Temperanth's wings, the dragoness was rapidly becoming fatigued. They were so tired. Hedara-Temperanth wanted to rest. A spark of determination appeared, and the had to give one last push. Some sort of display.

Temperanth suddenly veered to the left and down, using her momentum to swoop back up to the right of her original trajectory instead, spinning all the way. It was a dizzying display but it was their to cement in the fact that she was a Queen. A Ice Queen, pride of the north. Though tired and worn out, she was a prize worth winning, and a prize that chose her own victor. No one could tell her otherwise. Temperanth turned back to look at every one of the fine Kings one more time. If her mind was being a little more rational she would have thought how nice it was to have such good Kings at her Weyr, and would be pleased that they all had come. Conscious thought was fleeting though, and a decision was to be made.

Varketh, you are mine. Come. Catch me. Temperanth was tired, having so hard pressed herself. She wanted to be caught now.

[Zane]

It was as if the crimson could feel the queen’s extra burst of energy, he knew, for certain, it’d finish her. He watched her veer off, away from him, and he hissed in protest at the other suitors. Her aerial display was impressive; her movement was fast for a larger dragon. He watched her as she went, not making a move, he would conserve his energy for the precise moment when he should dive on in. Instead, he admired her, his eyes whirring the continuous mix of purples and reds like it had been for the entirety of the flight. Then, she was done, just as he’d expected. He beat his wings, bringing himself nearer to his queen.

Hearing her call out, call out to him, had the crimson swelling with pride. He moved past Temperanth’s other suitors to claim his prize. For you, I shall always arrive, he declared, connecting with the Ice queen. Their bodies became as one, and he beat his wings as hard as he may, carrying the both of them onward into the skies.

X’kel, back in the weyrwoman’s weyr, could no longer control himself, there was no need. The woman was his, he and Varketh had won the queen up above, and now here, down below, X’kel had earned this time with the weyrwoman. Rushing forward he gathered her in his arms, ravishing her with urgent kisses. One could only tell what the aftermath of the flight would hold, but for now, X’kel was far too focused on the present…

[darkwanderer]

Seeing the Ice Queen claimed by the Crimson, Epsilith circled down slowly to catch his breath and relieve the ache in over worked wing muscles. He was not disappointed at being outmatched, as an Ice he was practical. The Crimson was the logical and best suitor for the Queen. He was younger too and would produce stronger Dragonets when the Queen clutched. Epsilith felt a wave of reassurance come through his bond from Se'Kt,
Well done my friend, you flew your best today
But I am glad the best Dragon prevailed Stronger Dragonets will only benefit the Weyr Epsilith came to land lightly on one of the many ledges leading into the Weyr. Se'Kt had left the Weyrwoman's quarters as soon as the Crimson had caught her Queen. It had always been such; Se'Kt's Epsilith was not as emotional as other colours and so Se'Kt had snapped out of his reverie very quickly. Rider and Dragon were reunited outside in the cold, snowy air,
"You must be hungry after that" Se'Kt said aloud to his lifemate,
Actually, I want to swim replied the Dragon simply. Se'Kt chuckled and leapt astride his beast,
"Let's go to the lake then my friend" he said and Epsilith sprang into the sky.