Forest Meets Sky- Orylth's Flight

[Terayne]

A silent conversation took place within the sky, though neither male was aware of. The only movement of the Wood beauty was her body shifting up and down with her wingbeats as she held herself in place, tail flicking only slightly to adjust with the wind. She'd seen Aldith get caught by it as well, which brought her head around to be sure he would be alright, but once he came back, she again concentrated within.

After a long, agonizing moment, she chose, darting upwards into the sky. Quioroth dear. Come to me. Then she flipped, and waited, wings locking painfully with the motion.

[Shoki]

Too many wing beats passed. Aldith was back. Too many more. Too much time indeed. Suddenly she sped into action. Taking to the sky once again. Quiorith hesitated a moment, unsure if the chase was to begin again before the voice reached out to him. Like lighting he pushed himself forward, upward to follow her. He caught up quickly and carefully caught her, crooning as he did so. She didn’t have to worry about it now, he could fly for them both. Keeping a weather eye out for rouge winds, he extended his wings out to glide them both slowly down, but not too fast. No, not too fast at all.

[summerrain]

Aldith knew he had lost when she darted into the sky. Just like the Flight with the Gold Queen, he had lost. He turned and glided silently toward a ledge, landing surprisingly softly for a dragon of his size. He curled up in the sun, allowing the Flightlust to slowly fade from his body. Once that had happened, he returned to the personal weyr he and His shared, finding S'rico on his back, on his bed, eyes closed. The great King curled up in his nest, Crimson wings tight to his Bronze back. He knew his day would come. Someday, a dragoness would choose him as hers. However, that day was not to be this day. He would wait. Patience was befitting of a Bronze, though the Crimson in his heart fumed at losing to a happy-go-lucky Cloud. The Bronze within him would not let the anger show, but the anger would not fade so quickly. With a snort, he slowly drifted off to sleep. Perhaps he would not fly a non-Queen from today on. The non-Queens tended to choose mates closer to their size, as seen this time.

S'rico felt when Aldith returned, but kept his eyes closed. Snowball, the little White flit, circled above him for a while before landing on the pillow that had been delegated as hers.

[Terayne]

Orylth crooned as he caught her, letting him take her weight and nuzzling him, then hummed softly with pleasure.

In her weyr, Ylara came to enough to realize that it was over, that her Wood had chosen her male. She wasn't surprised to see R'le in her weyr. After all, he was Quioroth's rider, and, for today at least, was welcome...