Enjoy the Ride! [Males]

[Dragon]

"No, no, nonononono .... " Anaryn was not in the least bit ready! And she was staring at the glowing hide of her lifemate, Green Athenath. And she was very aglow! "Why now? Why?"

Why not now? Athenath snarled at another green near her. The other was too close to her, waaay too close. She stretched, like a feline taking her time before she hunted. She flared her wings and flicked her tail, sending a trundlebug off into some unknown area. Not important!

"Shard it!" Anaryn said before she left where she'd been heading, the Weyrhall, of course for something to eat, and made her way to one of the Flight weyrs. She stood near the entrance to watch as her green took flight into the mid-morning sky.

Come boys, just try to catch me! Athenath launched into the sky with a bugle of challenge, she flapped her wings alternatively, which caused her to spiral into the air. Any males that chased, they had better be ready for a wild ride.

[Ise]

Both Zeuth and B’ren poked their heads up as they heard the feral screeching of a dragon ready for flight. The young man looked excited while the bronze only looked bored.
“Sooo who’s flying?
The dragon tilted his head a little before resting it back down on his forepaws.
Sounds like Athenath.
“Athenath, Athenath, that’s Anaryn’s dragon right? Yeah, Northern girl. Good. Come on you big lug, get up and get out there. I want to see some hustle in your flying today!”

Zeuth didn’t budge. Instead he looked at his rider, letting out a wide dragony yawn.
“Oh come on! You need to get in some more flights, how else are you suppose to get better? And if you don’t get better, you don’t catch a gold. And right now? We only have one gold. So if you’re going to be stubborn and stuck up, you’ll be able to get better at flights every, ohh three turns?”
B’ren frowned and tapped his foot on the ground before Zeuth let out a heavy sigh. The bronze drake slowly rose though, stretching out his massive wings.
Fine fine, you’ve made your point. I will even make an effort to win this, though I can’t promise anything, green flights are so short compared to the gold ones.[/i]

Though the drake continued to grumble and moan, he made his way outside. Once outside, Zeuth looked to the sky, trying to spot the green. She seemed so small! Especially compared to the way Aeriath had looked! Ah but his was right, he did need to join in flights to get better at them. And maybe some green flights would help his speed out as well. With one powerful swing of his wings, Zeuth was in the air, each beat adding a little more speed to the massive bulk of the bronze as he let out a cry, telling Athenath that a male had joined in.

~*~*~*~

All D’ero had wanted was a nice, quiet day to work on a carving. The carving was still mostly a block of wood with some stubs sticking out of it that were slowly, every so slowly, becoming legs. He hated it already. But he continued working on it, not wanting to give up so soon. He took small strokes, peeling silvers of wood away from the block. His tongue poked out between his lips as he concentrated on his work, letting himself fall into the comfortable rhythm of carving.

A rhythm that was rudely interrupted by the bugling of his dragon.

The loud and sudden noise caused D’ero to jerk, his blade cutting deep into his wood, taking a chunk out of the leg he had been working on. He cursed and dropped the wood and his knife on the ground as he went to the ledge that Horuth had been dozing on moments before. The small brown had launched himself off the ledge and taken to the sky.

Confusion crossed D’ero’s face as he watched his dragon before sensations started to trickle through the bond they shared. The color drained from the Northern’s face and he started a mad dash to get outside the Weyr.
“Nononono Horuth! You get back here right now!”
D’ero hissed the words out between clenched teeth but knew his dragon could hear him. All he got back was a frustrated growl in his mind. Hourth’s instincts told him to fly and catch the green, but his rider was fighting against it trying to force his will against Hourth’s.

You have had ample time to discus this with Jarshan. It is not my fault that you have not brought it up with her. Now you will be forced to deal with it. If she does not like it then you two will have to figure something out or go your separate ways.[/i]
The dragon didn’t want to force this ultimatum on his rider but he had urges as well. And he knew once the flight started, D’ero would be more willing to go along with it. He would be upset after the flight but that wasn’t important now.

The brown spotted the green and tucked his wings in, diving towards her and gaining some speed. He let out a growl as the bigger but slower bronze dragon also joined in. At least he’d be able to show off some tricks and make himself look better if Zeuth was the only other dragon around. How could Athenath resist him once she saw the dives, loops and other daredevil moves he could pull of?

[Marnark]

Speaking of Daredevils! One tricky minded blue was not unaware of the situation. Indeed not, he had been paying some interest toward his clutch sister as she had slowly started to glow over the days. Now, she was flying! Now, he could chase! And now his blue wings would grace the same skies as hers. With a ready trumpet of much fanfare, Lokith leapt into the air with all the energy and spry maneuverability a Blue could offer. Youth also played a huge part in his sheer energetic entrance. Instead of sliding off into the air, or lumbering into the sky, he was off and rocketing, each hasty beat of his wings propelling him faster through the air ... if in a slightly erratic path.

I come, I come! I shall dance with thee, mylove. I will! He announced, executing a wing over wing twirl before tucking his wings and dropping back to the level she was flying at; he had no intention of trying to show her up by flying at a greater altitude than she deigned to choose!

C'mar, for his part, had been vaguely aware that Lokith was up to something. But when was the blue not? He was almost as bad as C'mar himself was, after all. Knowing that he would see what it was in due time, he hadn't paid much attention. Between that and his Northern ignorance of the ways of dragons, he really had not been expecting what did happen when it did. He had instead been plotting out a prank to pull on R'gar... or any other hapless person he happened to stumble across. All of that was forgotten as he stumbled to his feet in shock.

" .... uh?" he asked, surprised at the urges coursing through his young veins. He knew exactly what they were; it wasn't like he had no idea what that meant. But neither had he ever expected to be subjected to such by Lokith! Coming to the edge of his ledge, C'mar stuck a fist in the air. "Go get em boy! Show em what you're made of!" Snickering, the towering youth turned on a toe and moved quickly back into the weyr. For all his size and bulk, he didn't seem to show any of it with his speed and agility. Going with it, and tickled to see where this was going to wind up, C'mar pelted down the hallways in search of ... in search of .... what was he looking for anyway? He had no idea, but he was pretty sure he'd find her when he found her.

Wait ... he was looking for somebody? Okay, he could go with that! Especially if she was pretty. He was pretty sure she was pretty. At least, that's what Lokith thought... so yeah. He'd go with that.