Little Bitty (White Angeth's maiden Flight)

[summerrain]

It's alright to be little bitty.
Little home town or a big old city.
Might as well share, might as well smile.
Life goes on for a little-bitty while.
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RMW, 75.13.22 late evening


Kokoro had noticed the signs, but hadn't particularly paid them any attention. Angeth was a White, and they didn't usually Rise, did they? But with Angeth being the only White in the Weyr, it was hard to have anything to judge her against. And a male White wouldn't be the same anyway. But that night, Angeth's hide was glowing like the moon. And so, rather than go out to pass the time, Kokoro decided to play it safe in her weyr. And good thing too.

Kokoro had only been reading for half a candlemark when the White launched herself off the ledge, into the center of the herdbeasts. She landed on a little one, half-grown, and put her head to the beast.

Blood it! Kokoro told the White sternly, putting her reading down and moving to the window. Angeth snarled, but did as she was told after a short while. She didn't even finish blooding the beast before she lifted her head to the sky, issuing a roar of challenge that was startling even for the rider. How was such a small dragon able to make such a loud noise?

Well, the answer came quickly with the rush of Flightlust that suddenly hit Kokoro, almost as if she'd run into a stone wall. She put a hand over her face; she hadn't been expecting that. She stumbled around to the bed and sat on the furs. Oh, this did not bode well. Every single male dragon, no, EVERY dragon was larger than Angeth. Even though it didn't matter on a normal day, it did this time. Angeth was Rising. And some of the largest male dragons were here this night. Kokoro hoped in her heart that nothing would happen to the dragon that, when compared to the rest, was tiny.

Because something ALWAYS happened. Metanath had been lost after Angeth's Clutchsister had Risen, lost due to a fight... Oh Faranth, please don't let Angeth get hurt... Kokoro prayed while she waited for the riders of the Chasing dragons to show up.

[Shoki]

It was a quiet night. Nights were generally quiet, after all. That is, until a roar broke through the air, interrupting the quiet. It happened from time to time, dragons would always rise after all. However, the chasing, that was a little different. So at this night a Blue dragon rose up, eyes whirling at the call, throwing his rider into much confusion.

Cyanee was practicing her knots, as she sometimes did. Dawn was napping and Breaker was making off with some of her line without her noticing. The Brick was very clever, he no doubt would get up too something with it. When the roar broke the air, Cyan looked up, looking puzzled. Zigbrieth felt oddly. She was about to speak when the feeling within him got stronger, trying to get at her. The flightlust didn’t take her down quite so easily, as she looked mostly confused, trying to work it all out. Why was Zigbrieth feeling like this, he was so very much a planner, wouldn’t he rather plan out chasing rather than try? He couldn’t, could he? He was really young. Well, full sized, maybe, but still so young. Ah, but she was ever the leaf in the wind, and had never been one to deny Zigbrieth what he wanted. His feelings were very foreign to her, but she didn’t think anything of letting Zigbrieth have his way. Besides, she didn’t think that she could even try to go against him. It’s not who she was.

Zigbrieth himself stared at the luminous White and called back his intentions. He was not quite his usual self, but he did think that just because he hadn’t planned for this, didn’t mean this wasn’t worth it. Small or no, she was lovely, glowing in the night. So the Blue’s wings tensed, ready to follow where she led, wherever that may be.

[summerrain]

Angeth roared again. Only one was ready to fly with her? Now that was just unfair! Those Queens got chased by five or more EASILY! It was just because she was so small, wasn't it? She flared her wings and shot into the air.

She roared once more, loud and challenging. She would attract more than just the one male, she would! And he was younger than herself too. Why would the Queens get so many and only one was ready to fly with her?

[Nicole]

Chatorth, don't you dare! But even as Evaine stood up in her quarters - where she had not planned on leaving tonight, thank you very much - the Black let out a roar and leapt into the skies.

This would not be like the last Flight he had witnessed - the one that had ended in bloodshed the next day, that he had stayed out of, the one that had the now sad little DarkBlue in it. He hadn't wanted to Fly her, but this White - the contrast of them in the air would stun anybody.

Could scare away the other dragon chasing her so far.

Evaine ran down the hall barefoot, sliding out of halls of the Weyr and into the open air just as Chatorth pushed off and flew into the sky, spiraling after the White dragon. Angeth's pretty young Rider stood watching the Flight, but Evaine didn't move towards her; no need yet, if anything were to happen. Let things take their pace.

If this was what Chatorth wanted, she didn't mind, even if she would have preferred him to Chase their lovely singing Pink friend.

[falcon]

Ferth's wings barely showed against the night sky; the Midnight circled overhead, watching the proceeding situation. His eyes swirled green; softly, he rumbled and dipped a bit lower in the air. ...She is small.

The obvious mentioned, Syra responds, dark eyes falling upon the white. She's not sure where the rider is, but she'll have to be quick in finding them. The Midnight rumbles softly, then dips to one side, a soft hum in his throat. This Flight won't end in blood. Ferth is no savage.

I will win.

I believe you will. Syra smiles, then glances up towards the weyrs. The connection between her and her Midnight will be more than enough to find the White's rider.

[summerrain]

Angeth's eyes whirled. Another two dragons, now that was more like it! She shot straight over the jungle, flying high. She closed her wings and spiraled down toward the treetops, flaring her wings again moments before impact. She would make them work for her! Only if he could match her movements would Angeth let him Catch her. Only that one would be the best!

Kokoro turned to look at the riders that walked into the room. All female riders of male dragons. She knew this was bound to happen. Then her thoughts were overridden by the Flightlust. She stood, watching. She would wait until the dragons began to move. She would let them decide.

[falcon]

Unfortunately, Falk doesn't play men often, and thus Syra exists-- a woman with hair dark as her midnight's hide and eyes that are sharp and shrewd. Syra's lips curl back into a slight sneer; here is her competition. The sneer turns to a smile as her eyes fall upon the White's rider-- her prize.

This is a game of wits, and Syra is all about wits and games. A gambler at heart, Syra measures the playing field. A Black and a Blue, each as limber and quick as her Midnight.

Prepare to fly your hardest, dear Ferth.

Of course.

Ferth's eyes switch from green to red, his wings beating as he rockets forward. The hum grows and the dark dragon stops short before her lunge, wingfingers spread. He intentionally holds back, wanting to see what the other suitors do first before he can out-perform them.

[Nicole]

Evaine flickered between her mind and her dragon's, only dimly aware of one of her own thoughts - that as soon as this was over, she was going to bob Chatorth as hard on the nose as she could.

But still, she stayed where she was, not willing to let the dragonlust take her to the other Rider unless the other Rider was interested - she had friends, in these situations, who she had helped and who helped her; just because the lust was there didn't mean you had to take that lust out on the other poor dragon's Rider.

Chatorth did not stay where he was. A snarl pulled up his lips as the other dragons soared as hard and as far as he did, determination flashing into his eyes. He had not joined this Flight to lose.

He would not lose.

[Shoki]

Zigbrieth took off as quick as he could to follow the glowing white dragoness. He should have known! Of course other dragons would rise to the challenge. Still, for a moment there he had been unopposed. He would catch her though! He followed as she made her maneuver, just opening her wings before hitting the trees. He had to cut off a little higher, since he couldn’t quite do it. But he was trying his best.

Cyan frowned a very little. What would she do if he pushed himself too far? He was youngest of the chasers, but still compelled like the others. Zigbrieth didn’t like when things didn’t go to plan, how would he handle it if he didn’t win? She wasn’t sure. She found herself in a strange place, and looked at all the others present. This entire situation was incredibly foreign, all wrapped up in feelings that were not hers. It was okay, she didn’t mind holding onto Zigbrieth’s feelings, she would do almost anything for him.

[summerrain]

Well, one of them at least was following closely. He matched her well, that Blue. She soared up, through a cloud, illuminating it briefly. She broke through the cloud, slowing slightly. Yes, she was fast, but she was still small. She didn't have the endurance of the larger dragons. She had started out too strong. Already, there was tension in her wings. But none of them had yet to impress her. She flared her wings and soared straight over the trees.

Already, she knew that the Midnight was a dragon of thought. He had waited to see what the others would do. But perhaps that would be his downfall. He was too thoughtful. It was, honestly, a bit boring. Him just sitting there and waiting... No, it would not be him. Too much waiting, and she didn't like that.

[falcon]

White and small, she would soon fall from the air. He would catch her then. Ferth's wings spread and he lunged forward, following the dive up. Let the blue exhaust himself; he pushed forward, a burst of wind beneath his wings. Now, spiraling up in a graceful roll, he turned his attention to the others. Are their wings prepared to give out?

Syra put her hand in. Her expression was calm, collected, though perhaps a bit irate. You're losing.

I'm not.

The stakes are high now, but it's too late to fold. The final bets are made.

Time to reveal the cards.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Returning from Stormy Plains, K'tar was feeling pretty much at peace. It had been good to see his old friends again. He'd even managed to handle having dinner with his parents and Gaveron -- mostly by the expedient of telling them that he couldn't stay very long, as he was due to help his wingleader out with some of the perpetual paperwork (Wingleader D'gan, of course, would have been very surprised to hear that).

He'd flown around Stormy Plains with all his friends, all of them cheerfully whooping and yelling. He nearly spent the night with Jatheiron, but then his parents showed up, and his excuse never would have held up then, so, tired but feeling very good, he departed for Rainbow Mists.

Viarth emerged from between, and peaceful calm ended.

Without truly realizing how, K'tar was on the ground, and Viarth aiming for the flight. White Angeth's flight.

Viarth! Don't do this! NOT THIS ONE! Too late, Viarth was in the sky, announcing his own much belated arrival with a deep bugle.

Powerful wingbeats driving him forward, Viarth swept up, joining the pursuit. What was it to him if he was late? Odds were against victory, but you'd never win if you didn't take long-shots.

[Shoki]

Zigbrieth followed as she flew over the trees, the Midnight and Black still chasing her as well. The Blue was keeping up as best as he could, but he wasn’t sure if it was enough. Then the bugle came.

He looked back to see a Purple rushing forward, still fresh in his energy. Zigbrieth looked perturbed. That wasn’t right, lateness wasn’t allowed! The Blue annoyed with the event so much that he lagged behind as he glare at Viarth, not noticing until a few moments later the direction of the White. He adjusted his position to continue to chase, still visibly unhappy. He hated when things didn’t go to plan. That Purple counted as that right now. Still he shrugged it off a little more easily than usual.

Cyan was letting the entirety of the flight just happen. Per usual, it was just letting Zigbrieth go where he wanted, chose as he saw fit. She wasn’t aware that this fact was actually helping him in their shared mentality.

As it was he continued after the White, not quite up to the aerial tricks that the Midnight was now trying to impress with. He would keep on after the luminous Dragoness though.

[summerrain]

She was not impressed by his maneuverings. That show-off... He needed to make up his mind. If he wanted her, he would have to follow her! She turned away, but turned again toward the late arrival. This was someone she knew. But she would not tolerate lateness! She shot toward him and snapped at his wing, eyes whirling red. She slashed at him with her tail as she flew past him, turning around to continue in her primary direction. She was beginning to slow, starting to feel tired. But so far, only one had left a real impression on the White dragoness. She approached the Blue, allowing their wingtips to touch for a moment before she darted forward again. Her accelerations were much slower than they had been. She was tiring, and quickly. They would have but one more chance to prove themselves to her. She had to Choose, and soon.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Viarth ignored Zigbrieth’s glare. It wasn’t all that important really. He swept off to the other side. Unfortunately for the Purple, Angeth disapproved of lateness as well. No sooner was he starting to pull level with her, she snapped at his wing, then nearly took his head off with his tail. Viarth was forced to barrel roll away, then wingover to get back into place, sort of, behind the glowing White.