Golden Flight of Fancy, Gold Flitt Aurelia's Flight

[Shade]

(All males are welcome, feel free to bring in wild ones if you have no flitt of your own.)

It really seemed like a normal day. Amileah went to her lessons and did her chores, took care of her flitts and spent time with Razynth. Honestly, it was simple routine. The only thing out of place was how cranky Aurelia seemed. It was out of character for the gold, and it had Ami worried just a bit. The flitt was normally happy and playful, not arrogant and bossy and gold flitts tended to be sometimes. Very even-tempered, she didn’t even snap at Magick, even when the green was being particularly annoying. But when she was feeding them earlier, she had growled and snapped at Magick, cowing the green into backing away to sit on Ami’s shoulder. She had chastised the gold, of course; Ami would not stand her flitts fighting. But it had bothered her, since she had never seen this behavior before.

Normally, during her free time of the day, she’d go visit one of her friends, like Fletch or even Epeelyn, who was still a candidate. Today, though, she decided against this and instead stayed in her room, taking care of Aurelia and trying to determine just what was bothering her. While the gold would sir calmly with Ami, she would hiss and swipe at Magick whenever the green came near her. It got so bad that the weyrling just sent Magick away to play with the other flitts around the weyr. After that, Aurelia did calm down, but she was agitated and fidgety. The flitt would hop around the room, grumbling over things and acting generally displeased. Amileah just tuned her out, flopping down on her bed and folding her hands behind her head. She glanced over to the couch where Razynth slept, noting he was gone. Hmm, probably visiting Firenanth, she thought to herself with an amused smile. Well, just because she didn’t go see Fletch didn’t mean her dragon wouldn’t. It would keep him out of the way for now, at least.

Chewing on her lip, she glanced back at Aurelia, who had settled at the foot of the bed. Wait, she seemed brighter than usual. Frowning, she sat up, leaning over to eye the flitt, who only glared at her, taking careful stock of her condition. Yes, she was brighter and her eyes had suspicious spots of red. Now, Amileah was not a dumb girl, so she figured out pretty quickly just what was going on. Razzy, hey, stay over with Fletch and Firenanth, okay? You’re going to feel some pretty weird things, but don’t worry too much, okay? Fine, fine. But why would I worry? I never worry. Not at all. Hey, wait, weird...? No, no, never mind. I won't worry, so don't tell me. Never mind the fact that Ami knew he didn’t want details because he would worry more if he had specifics.

Closing that thought off, she looked back to Aurelia, but noticed the flitt was going. Closing her eyes, she felt her small presence out in the weyrbowl, crying out her challenge to any male flitts in the area. Well, it was now or never.

[obeah]

Berlioz was sitting cross-legged on Firenanth's cot, trying to learn how to juggle four redfruit, when something suddenly felt different. There was a warm rush of emotion from the small, deep-blue firelizard curled in her hair, and suddenly he shot off into the night. Berlioz blushed rather heavily, trying to quell the embarrassing feelings before Firenanth got too freaked out.

Then Razynth entered the room, and Berlioz leapt to grand conclusions.

"OH SHELLS AND SHARDS AND SHARDING SHELLS," Berlioz dropped all four redfruit and dashed out of the room, leaving two dragons all on their lonesome.

Something about Yours, I think? Firenanth asked Razynth, puzzled. And protecting her? Firenanth picked his way closer to the mottled blue, concern whirling into his typically happy-go-lucky eyes.

As Berlioz passed Elanor's room, she noticed a staff leaning against one wall. Paydirt, the small blonde girl murmured, and darted into High-Rank Room Two to "borrow" it. Then she continued to charge toward Amileah's room, trailed by at least one bluish dragon, who was picking up his feet carefully as he made his way down the hall.

Meanwhile, a lanky bronze firelizard off by the Shores pricked up his headknobs. With a draconic grin, he bugled a challenge to the other males in his fair and winged away toward Praesto's Weyrbowl. His eyes whirled violet with lust as he dove down the side of the Bowl, wheeling toward Amileah with rapture in his heart, a green-gold comet.

[Imperial Obsession]

((Is Amileah in her room or in the Weyrbowl? D: Whichever it is, I'd like to know so I can change my post accordingly.))

Mythimine, the little one is acting...strangely.

Yes, yes, I see that... Mythril's worried eyes creased with confusion about their edges as she attempted to calm what seemed to be a panicking Brown flitter in her arms. "Nemo! Nemo, calm down! What is wrong with you, love?" The twitching, brown-black firelizard gave a desperate creel and clawed viciously at the little girl's hair towards the window. "No! What do you want? I've fed you, I've oiled you -- Alia, help me!"

The Green glanced outside with a curious tilt of her head. There is a little Gold outside. Perhaps your little one wants to play?

Play? More like... Mythi's body seized up, then, as her wide blue eyes met with her Brown flitter's whirling ones; something about his creel had sparked a memory that was not very clear. Something with Dyana, she remember -- Weyrling Classes? ...Oh no. No, I --

She wouldn't be able to calm Nemo, she knew. The Weyrling wasn't strong enough, nor experienced enough, to handle a firelizard in this kind of a situation. The best she could do was lock herself in here, in her room, and wait it out. Somehow. She had to. Aliaviath wouldn't be able to handle it, she couldn't handle it... But then she remembered that there were only curtains, and something inside her sighed, disheartened. Her arms had long ago let go of Nemo, and the released flitter took off to the skies, bugling a response to Aurelia's sweet call. Oh, oh. Nothing else could shine brighter than Rukbat. A warm gold pulsed against the ethereal azure sky, hanging there, glimmering, just out of his reach.

Not for long.

Mythril stumbled out of her small room, Aliaviath following. Both of them knew what was happening but at the same time neither of them knew at all, Mythi acting on instinct and her dragon bonded following out of anxiety. She was having difficultly remembering exactly who that Gold firelizard belonged to, though not many of them resided at Praesto -- she was having difficulty standing, much less accessing something related to her memory.

"Alia," she mumbled. Go find Dyana. Or Firenanth -- yes. Firenanth. I see them down by the Weyrbowl. Something strange will happen, I think, and I don't want you to be afraid. I will be okay. Be strong for me, all right? I need a mental anchor. You need to help me. Can you do that?

Yes, Mimimine.

"Good. Thank you."

The girl pushed aside the curtains of Amileah's room, feeling elated and sick at the same time. Something about the sight of the older girl made her heart race; something about her was...forbidden. She couldn't quite pinpoint it, really -- call it instinct, or second nature, but it made her want to run and stay anchored where she stood all at once. Mythril clutched the corner between the hallways and the room, breathless and warm, unable to go forward or run away. There was too many things running in her mind, all broken and out of order…but all felt so, so good.

Alialove...?

I'm here. She knew it was a dangerously bad idea when she felt her dragon's bond wrap securely around her mind, but when something comforts you as much as that action did you aren't very apt to let go.

The Weyrling instead sought for a clearer connection to her flitter -- which, she discovered, wasn’t as bad as she thought. Nemo was quiet, then, following Aurelia with stoic persistence, and Mythril felt a comfortable wash of emotion flood her, making her blush; still, she could not turn from Amileah. A Bronze soon joined the Flight but the Brown ignored him, choosing to keep his whirling purple eyes on the Gold before him. How could anything ever keep their eyes off of her?

[Cerise]

"Merc, what on earth are you -- oh, Faranth, not this again... "

The panting lavender-rider had been chasing her little bronze when he'd taken off without warning, only to see in an instant what exactly the beast was after. Precocious little bugger she thought with a touch of amusement as Merc threw himself after the golden speck in the sky, recalling how he'd given chase in the last flight as well, despite his youth. Well, if he wanted to chase after the creature, he may as well, though Risuka devoutly hoped he'd lose interest. First and foremost, she needed to turn her mind to finding out whose fire lizard it was in the air - she knew full well that there were only three gold lizards in the weyr. Love, will you check in with Rh'skel? she asked Tiamath, who rumbled question and returned a negative. Not his, and a quick peek into the Healers' quarters showed Kampeon ever as he was. That meant the gold in question belonged to a weyrling... which meant trouble.

Quick steps took her to the weyrling barracks, where she could see Berlioz already arrayed to defend her friend's honor. A wry grin quirked the rider's lips as she recalled her weyrling days; then a wave of lust from Merc brought her back to the situation at hand. Rolling her eyes, the woman shoved off the urges - Amileah was a weyrling, for shells' sakes. Besides, Risuka had gotten a great deal better at compartmentalizing her emotions lately. "Put that down," she admonished Berlioz with a pointed glance at the staff. "You're not going to need to break any heads. Amileah?" She poked her head through the door with a reassuring smile. "It's Risuka. Don't worry, just keep your gold in touch and we'll see that nothing happens beyond what should, all right?"

~

Nadrimine?
"Mm."
Your little one is acting... odd.
"... mm?"

The mottled-gold rider had been catching a few minutes of much needed sleep after a far too long night, and was not at all happy to be awakened by Devan's antics - or rather, Bextwoleth's relation of the bronze's antics. A moment's concentration found the creature staring with whirling eyes at a golden fire lizard flying, and the weyrling groaned aloud in exasperation, almost rolling off the side of the bed. "Honestly, Dev, do you have to...?"

From the weyrbowl the bronze squawked and took flight, wings beating hard as he sought to gain altitude and chase after the bright golden creature, leaving his owner momentarily dazed with the force of his desire. A bit taken aback, Nadria just sighed, flopping back on her mattress again. "Fine. Just don't bother me with it..."

I don't think it works that way, Mine.

~

Walking from the weyrlake, a freshly bathed blue dragon having already retreated to his weyr, A'lir could quite easily spot the golden fire lizard flying overhead. His fair wheeled around, chirruping and screeching, and the rider grinned slightly maliciously, turning his eye to the two bronzes. "What do you think, lads?"

A well-matched pair, Blade and Grappler leapt to the sky, one dark, one light as they followed the golden flitter. From below A'lir merely smirked, mentally complimenting his pair on their strength and virility as they gave chase, and headed back towards the weyr.

| ooc:

There, A'lir's there so this doesn't become a mass lesbian-fest. xD Poor Risuka, she's just life, '... effffff.' |

[Jana]

Al'kim lounged lazily in his weyr, his massive, brown-sized blue sunken deep into dreaming. The ruggeds earchrider yawned, scratching the stubble of his beard. Shard, he'd need to shave that, it had been quite a few days. But then again, Al'kim was little to be seen. Seeing that there was no clutch on the sands, the job of a searchrider was fathomlessly easy. He didn't mind his job, but the constant pressure and stress that came with kidnapping candidates wore upon the wary man's soul. But now, he had all the time to himself he wanted. He had a rare few sevendays of relaxation, peace, and tranquility.

However, deep in his mind, Al'kim knew his time was limited. Females of the weyr would be rising at a breakneck pace, driving by the maternal instinct to repopulate pern. And since there were only two mature clutchers in the weyr, any searchrider knew that the rising of the lavender was soon to follow, and the process would repeat. He sighed at this subtle fact, knowing that once again he would be sent off into the nights of pern, restraining candidates and whisking their lives away to Praesto.

However, his pondering was soon interupted. A little gold rises. She is Amileah's. Tlemoth reported, lifting his head with as little effort is possible. The dragon yawned. I expect our little one will soon follow. He continued, tiredness obvious in his thick vocals.

Al'kim groaned, much accustomed to the flight antics of firelizards. His bronze, Tacome, chased every female that rose. However, the flight of a gold firelizard certainly wasn't something you witnessed every fortnight. Begrudgingly, he stood, smoothing out the creases in his clothes. Ah, he had better make his appearance then. Sure enough, the emotions of his bonded flitt soon became a tangible tug in the far corner of his mind. Of course, it was nothing compared to his bond with Tlemoth, but Tacome's feelings were quite... Pulling...

Should he stay? Should he go? Ah, shard it all. He quickly descended on of the many staircases cut into the stone walls of the weyr, pacing towards the weyrling barracks. If anything, he was there to make sure things didn't get out of hand. A quiet, respectable man by nature, Al'kim certainly was not intending to make any advances. Plus, being a kidnapper, Al'kim was an expert at faking and hiding emotions. Dragging candidates away from everything they hold near and dear against their will hardened a man's heart.

He entered the barracks, noticing that a few others were there. "My bronze is in the air... Don't worry, Amileah." the bluerider said, almost apologetically. "Everything will be fine." He continued, also noting that this was probably the gold's first flight. He was rather concerned, though, for the mental health of the young mottled-blue. He would be something to keep an eye on.

Soon enough, Tacome was sweeping through the skies of Pern. He bugled to the golden riser, returning her glorious challenge. Tacome was a middle aged firelizard, he had flown a gold before, but only on one occasion. This fact gave him a bit of confidence as he beat his sturdy, strong wings.

[Shade]

Amileah had been sitting on her bed, curiously following what Aurelia was doing. The gold was flying about in a teasing manner, not really trying to fly just yet. This was a little different from Magick's first, she thought to herself. But that was to be expected, since Magick was a green. Aurelia's pull was a lot stronger but so far Ami had managed to keep her head about the whole thing.

Hearing running feet, she glanced up and looked back down before she did a double-take. "Umm, Fletch? What are you doing with Elanor's staff?" she asked, eyes wide with surprise as she looked at the smaller weyrling. She seemed to be trying to block the doorway, which made the older girl crack a smile. Same old Fletch. Following after her was Mythril. Amileah really hadn't spoken much with the girl, and only knew that she was friends with Fletch and that she had been a little sickly. The girl seemed a little out of it, which caused a worried look to cross Ami's face. Tamping down her feeling from her gold, she stood. "Hey, Mythril, are you okay?" The girl just seemed to be staring, almost frightened?

She jumped, though, when an older voice snapped at Fletch. "Oh, hello Risuka." she said with a wry grin before sighing, letting her mind drift back to Aurelia. The gold now seemed to have many suitors. Soon one more person joined them; she thought his name was Al'kim. However, Aurelia was now pulling incessantly at her mind, causing her attention on the people before her to waver, though she still knew they were there and could hear them.

Aurelia was ecstatic, though. She had a blue, a brown, and six bronzes, though one of those was wild. Bugling, she shot up suddenly, pumping her petite wings to gain altitude. Time to start.

[obeah]

Berlioz waved to Mythril, but her friend was already blushing and turning toward Amileah, and the bluerider felt a sudden, sharp urge to kick poor Mythril hard in the shin. That'd teach her to blush. Then, ashamed at herself, she looked down at her bare feet. Only Risuka's voice broke the forcible stillness of her thoughts. Put down the staff? No need to break heads?

"I might," Berlioz said rather cheekily to Risuka. It was rather difficult to tell if she was responding to the command to put it down, or to the suggestion that she might have to break heads. She set one end of it on the stone floor of Amileah's weyr, eying the assembled people with suspicion written all over her face.

"Oh... so that's whose this stick is..." Berlioz frowned, hefting it from hand to hand. "Anyway. I was planning to hit people who made a move on you with it." She nodded definitively. "You know, because until our dragons mature we're not supposed to do that sort of thing." She met Amileah's eyes with an innocent amber gaze, although the slight quirk of a smile gave away her affection for the older girl.

The wild bronze gave a harsh creel before shooting after Aurelia, still grinning draconically. The patch of scarring on his forehead gave him a rather rakish look as he pumped his wings after her. Yay creepy bronze firelizards who behave vaguely like A'lir.

{Duuuude. Believe me, Berlioz is going to dream of lesbianfest tonight.}

[Cerise]

"No, you won't," was the lavender-rider's sharp response to Berlioz, grey eyes narrowing slightly as she held out a hand for the staff; the healer girl would probably not appreciate it going missing, anyway. "Believe me, your friend has more than enough people here to protect her virtue." Although frankly, Risuka wasn't entirely sure that it was mere concern that had brought the younger girl running to the point of violence. No matter; the relationships between weyrlings weren't her concern until dragons were flying. So long as the girl didn't do anything foolish, she could admire whomever she would.

Another arrival made her head turn, giving a swift but undoubtedly polite nod the the approaching bluerider. "Al'kim. I assume you know protocol as well as I do; come help me get this thing away from our little guard here before she hurts someone, all caught up in lizard emotions." A wry smile was cast at Berlioz, but there was still stern command in her face.

Meanwhile, Merc was dipping and darting, creeling enthusiastically up at the golden queen; Blade and Grappler flew opposite each other, well-matched as they followed the gleaming flier upward, occasionally crooning flattery and admiration. Nadria's Devan lagged slightly, perhaps due to his owner's absolute lack of caring about this proceeding.

| ooc: OH I SEE WHAT YOU DID THAR :P |

[Imperial Obsession]

"I...I'm fine, Amileah, t-thank you..."

Mythril's eyes suddenly fell on Berlioz -- the girl hadn't quite realized that she was there until Ber had waved -- and was about to smile in return when her friend's eyes took a sharp turn for the worse, if only for a moment. But why? Temporarily involved in watching Berlioz, Mythi caught the tiny crack in the Blue Weyrling's defense when she glanced over at Amileah. Ah, I see. It makes sense now.

Without noticing the girl had finally fully made it into the room, no longer lingering at the door, and instead drew to a position a few steps behind Amileah, eyeing Berlioz warily. Her fingers sought out the edge of the cot for support while she shut Aliaviath out. From the way Risuka and Al'kim were acting, she'd finally seen enough of the situation to decide (rather hazedly, to be honest) that it was best to just keep her Green out of this. Mine, what's wrong?

...Nothing, love...

Outside, high in the sky, Nemo shifted positions a bit further from the other suitors and sought his chance to dive around the four showy Bronzes before tilting upward, gaining altitude, closer to the lovely Gold gliding before him. A croon of affection escaped his maw as he pressed on, catching a thermal to take him so as to conserve whatever energy was needed to keep up with Aurelia.

[Jana]

Al'kim chuckled as Risuka adressed him. "I heard the gold was partnered with a young weyrling, figured I might as well show up." He nodded, confirming her words. "I've also heard a lot of you, Fletch. Did I search you? Can't remember. Anyway, leave the guarding to us, no one is going to be making any advances, so don't worry." He said, placing a firm hand on the young girl's shoulder, steadying her with ease. He also swept his watchful gaze over the others present, although they seemed to be handling the situation with either true or feigned stature.

But shards, nearly all of them were weyrlings. He hadn't realized so many candidates brought their flitts with them after they were searched. Well, like the oldtimers always said, having a knack for impressing firelizards hints potential for impressing young dragons. Perhaps he should pay more attention to the pets of possible searchees.

Meanwhile, Tacome was sizing up his competition. More keen to using mind over matter, the avergae-sized nothing special bronze dipped and swooped expirimentally close to the other males, attempting to assess their boldness. He darted dangerously close to Merc in a taunting way, attempting to establish a hierarchy. He chittered excitedly as he whizzed past the other bronze, hoping this had caught the eye of the rising queen.

[obeah]

The wild bronze hissed at Nemo, but he wasn't about to really let a child have it. Instead, he sped up, dipping into Tacome's flight path with an intent to collide. When the other bronze evaded his tackle, he instead snap rolled to the left, screeching at Merc. He extended his talons forward, eyes on scratching that pretty little bronze face.

Berlioz made an involuntary face at Risuka and let the staff fall into the lavender-rider's hand rather begrudgingly. Her stomach dropped to her boots as Eyespot, the juvenile blue firelizard, rose after Aurelia suddenly. He was faster than the rest at the moment, but his stamina was quickly failing, and she knew she didn't have a chance even if her little blue won, by some twist of fate.

Firenanth gave a small cry of alarm and stopped in his tracks from where he had I have never felt you... embarrassed... Berlioz-heart, he said almost mournfully. There is nothing I can do to keep from embarrassing myself at this point, Berlioz snapped at him. She felt his laid-back, gentle sympathy extend toward her, and it only made her more distressed. Her dragon also thought this wasn't the best of situations. She probably doesn't even like me.

"You did," Berlioz told Al'kim gravely, moistening her lips. You told me my mother would follow as soon as she delivered the child she was carrying, but then she never came, and you don't even remember, deadglow. She gave Amileah one last mournful look, then turned toward the door. But she couldn't leave, she just couldn't, so she turned once more and merely sat against one of the walls, knees bent, arms resting on them, and looked up at the people filling Amileah's room.

{Sorry about emo Berlioz. She'll be back to her sunny self when she doesn't have a reason to be jealous. Jealousy brings all kinds of madness out of her.}

[Shade]

Amileah watched Berlioz with half an eye, noting her odd look at Mythril for a moment. She'd have to remember and ask her about it later. The girl almost chuckled because of how reluctant Berlioz was to put down the staff. She was touched oddly enough when Ami realized the younger weyrling was trying to protect her. Holding Berlioz's gaze, she returned her smile, only it was a full blown one. Honestly, she didn't know what she would do if she didn't have Berlioz for a friend.

She transferred her attention to Mythril. "I'm glad you're okay." she murmured, watching as the pale girl moved to a spot behind her. Not really able to swivel her head around to follow her, she instead focused her gaze on the rest of the group. When Al'kim put his hand on Berlioz's shoulder, Amileah narrowed her gaze. She could tell the girl didn't really like the rider, and that didn't sit well with Ami either. Pressing her lips together, she glanced back up at Risuka before looking back at Berlioz.

She watched with some concern as the girl acted like she was about to leave before changing her mind and sitting against the wall. "Fletch?" she questioned, frowning at the girl. This was an unusual way for the girl to be acting...

She shook her head as another wave of Aurelia's consciousness washed over her. The gold was now up to what she considered a suitable height and was flying in a straight line straight over the weyr. All of the males behind her were good, the little gold thought. But the ones that stood out in her mind were little Nemo and the older Tacome. They didn't just speak to her; they put words into actions. It was going to take more than a pretty croon to get her attention. She would not waste time doing tricks, though, she wanted to see what the males could do.

[Cerise]

Expression changed slightly as the staff fell into her hand, fingers instinctively wrapping around the wood though the lavender-rider was certainly not accustomed to holding such a weapon. Grey eyes followed Berlioz as she spoke to Al'kim, noticing the less-than-pleasant tone of those few short words. Risuka's frown deepened as the girl retreated only a few steps away, and leaning the staff carefully against the wall, she moved over towards her, crouching down beside the younger girl.

"Would it make you more comfortable if I asked Al'kim to go?" While she could tell that the bluerider's presence wasn't the entire source of the weyrling's discomfort, there was nothing she could do about the flight, or who might win it. That seemed to be a dagger into the girl, that someone else might get closer to someone who she apparently cared for, whether Amileah knew it or not. "I know this isn't like you." Maybe she wasn't as close to the weyrlings as she should have been, considering her position, but she did at least know their basic personalities.

Up in the sky, Merc screamed angrily at the assault of a wild bronze, ducking swiftly away from the raking talons, rolling midair to reverse directions. Madness! This was to be flight, not fight! But while the young lizard was far too determined to let himself be sidetracked by a foolish wild one, Devan was as hot-headed as the other bronze, and abandoned the chase completely in favor of an airborne battle. From her room, Nadria groaned angrily, half-sleepily, but didn't bother to command her lizard away; if he got hurt, it'd be his own damn fault.

[Imperial Obsession]

Mythril's heart jumped dangerously as Nemo wheeled and lurched forward, gaining distance and then keeping the speed. Oh! Oh! How could that Bronze abandon the Flight of such a golden beauty, streaking across the sky like a shooting star? The girl felt a breath of exhaustion wash over her alongside the wave of tentative lust and she stumbled a bit, lip trembling. Despite her weak defenses, Aliaviath managed to slither a small branch of comfort and calm her at least to the point that the Weyrling could look straight again. To be honest, the Green didn't like these odd feelings either -- but the direct connection was to her bonded, and she came first. Besides: she was already upset at something or the other, and the dragoness saw no need as to why more stress was required.

I wasn't ready for this. I really wasn't ready for this, Alia...

It's all right, Mimimine. Hold out a little longer?

The girl felt an ache spread across her elbow -- a translation of the pining in Nemo's wingjoint. The rest of the room had slowly begun to zone out, a sort of tunnel vision growing and blacking out all but Amileah in the center of the room as the Brown flitt outside honed in on Aurelia outside. He searched about briefly for a fast breeze to aid him, ignoring the ache that was spreading through his body due to his smaller size, but finally decided that he'd have to wing (hehe, "wing") it out on his own without help. Just as well.

He ducked under Merc and flitted past Devan and the wild Bronze. He'd show these arrogant Bronzes who really deserved Aurelia. Only the best, for the pretty little Gold.

[obeah]

"No," Berlioz stammered, her typical confidence entirely shattered. "It's me," she said. "I'm the one who should go." She looked around the room, terrified about everything that was leaking out of her grasp: her confident demeanor, her secret about Amileah, and women for that matter. Shells, her secret about her name might slip free at any second. "You don't know me at all," she told Risuka angrily. Frustrated, she fled from the room.

Firenanth met her in the hallway, but instead of rushing to him, the young girl nearly tripped over him and continued rushing on. The blue sat, shaking his head, before returning to Razynth and Aliaviath.

Well, isn't that just quaint, he tried to quip to his friends, although admittedly he was a bit at a loss for what to do, and rather afraid about it. He laid down between them, even his chin resting on the cool floor.

Meanwhile, the wild bronze screamed at Devan, raising his lower legs and extending his talons. His plan was to bite Nadria's bold bronze at the wingjoint, then use it as a leverage point to swing his talons into vulnerable underbelly. Screeching mightily, he dove in for the bite, the first part of the plan.

Eyespot, the dark blue firelizard, youngest participant in the flight, was at this juncture visibly panting and shaking, and when the group increased altitude even further, he creeled his sorrow at defeat and glided to a harsh stop on the Weyrbowl ground. At least that was one thing off

[Imperial Obsession]

The little Green watched woefully as Berlioz fled, wincing slightly when the girl tripped over her bonded. This flitt flight had not boded well for any of the three Weyrlings or their dragonets since it began, the the dragoness only wished that it would soon stop. Priority number one was Mythril, whose current state of emotions and physical well-being worried her greatly, but it cause her concern to see her siblings in such distress as well.

It will be okay, clutchbrother, Aliaviath assured Firenanth, settling down beside him, her head at the base of his lightblue neck. It has been a long time, yes? Surely it will end soon, and mines will make amends?

Her outwardly calm demeanor belied the turmoil she felt inside, but (of course) appearances had to be kept. Perhaps if she was calm then Razynth and Firenanth would follow suit... no use having three confusedly upset dragons, right?

[Shade]

Fletch was upset. This upset Amileah, which upset Razynth, who wasn't doing too well as it was. To make matters worse, the girl just simply left, after some cryptic comment. She knew it wasn't true, but Amileah felt like it was her fault for all of this happening and she just wanted this stupid flight to end. If she had known this would have happened, she would have... what? Gone away from the weyr? How laughable. Honestly, there was nothing she really could have done and it was better to be here where a situation could be controlled than where something might happen. That fact did not make her feel any better, though.

Razynth shook his head, as if trying to reorient himself. This is all falling apart. But I am sure things will turn out alright in the end. he said to the other two dragons after Berlioz had made her escape from the room. Amileah, who had heard her dragon, secretly hoped what he said was true.

Aurelia creeled in annoyance. How dare they fight and not keep their attention on her? She was supposed to be the only thing they thought about. Snorting, she gazed about at the others, knowing she needed to chose. Something was wrong with her owner, so she needed to hurry. There was only one flitt, who was still in the flight, who had kept his attention completely on her, nary risking a glance at anyone else except to make sure he didn't hit them. He was young, yes, but he would do, because truthfully he wasn't too much younger than herself. Turning to glide in his direction, she crooned at the young Nemo, urging him to come closer.

[Cerise]

The usually placid lavender-rider was rather taken aback when the younger weyrling snapped at her, brows furrowing, lips twisting downward into a stricken frown. She managed to keep her hormonally-charged emotions in check, though, simply asking Tiamath to bespeak the girl's blue, to make certain the dragon could handle his rider's odd temperament. Risuka wasn't entirely certain she could deal with a half-maddened weyrling, nor an unstable one. Turning her mind away from the human matters, she saw through her bronze lizard's eyes the golden queen's choice, felt his disappointed ego as he veered away from the flight, off to find a wild green or something of the like.

Just as well. She needed all her focus on this mess, to keep the weyrlings from any foolishness. She let Berlioz go, but there would certainly have to be words with the girl later; permitting her emotions to get the better of her was something the weyrling would have to grow out of, especially as she and her dragon matured. Risuka only hoped she would fare better with the girl when she wasn't all tied up in fire lizard emotions.

Above in the skies, Blade and Grappler also dropped away from the queen who had clearly made her choice, loudly voicing their discontent as they returned to their owners weyr, though the dragonrider merely laughed and waved them away. Devan, however, was no longer involved in the golden flitt's flying antics; he was locked on in a battle that no longer served any purpose. The bronze shrieked as teeth scrabbled across the bone frame of his wing, digging into the delicate joint, but he managed to buck his way free before he could be raked across the belly, a much more vulnerable point. Screaming something to the effect of a threat for the future, the little creature blinked between, returning to Nadria in her quarters even as she felt the sharp burst of pain in what translated to her shoulder. Growling, she scooped up the bloody creature as he careened into her bed, and went in search of Elanor; if anyone would know what to do with the sharding fool lizard, the weyrling and Healer would.

[Imperial Obsession]

The dark Brown flitter sighed a restful croon, barrel-rolling gently to meet Aurelia's neck (now entwined with his), just as Mythril snapped back to her body rather suddenly. Violently, more like. Her still slightly adolescent mind reeled in the burst of lust she absorbed from Nemo as she resisted whatever strange urge the flitt was conveying to her. It was a little easier, now, slightly detached from him, Aliaviath acting as a mental crutch as the girl steadied herself, both mentally and physically. She looked up, to gather her thoughts and make way for the door, but saw Amileah --

-- and froze.

Mimimine, let us go.

Mythril said nothing, eyes wide and focused on the other Weyrling, unsure as to what to do. Every part of her trembled with something foreign, something she didn't quite agree with, and it scared her. Her Green suddenly appeared at the doorway, watching her. Mythi looked back. I'll be right with you, Alialove.

No, mine. Now.

The younger girl cast a woeful glance Amileah's way. "I'm going to go, now." A pause. "You should go speak to Berlioz, Ami. Tell her that you're all right. Tell her that nothing happened. I'm not sure, but I think she'll be relieved to hear that."

I am, but I'm not.
She left the room then but didn't get very far, only rounding the corner into the hallway before pressing her back up against the cool stone wall. Her chest heaved. Her heart pounded. Everything spun. Eyes a whirling rainbow tornado, Alia watched as her mine sank to the ground. I wanted to kiss her, but I don't know why. I didn't, because I didn't want to upset Berlioz, even though I'm mad about how she acted -- not because it would upset Alia. Oh, Alialove, I'm so sorry...

The little dragoness was sympathetic. Please don't be so upset, Mimimine. Will the little white one cheer you up? Hope, at the mention of her being, chirred in from between atop Mythril's head, cozying up to the girl adoringly.

Mythi sighed and helped the white fire lizard down, cuddling her close. I'm confused and I'm mad, Alia. I'm mad at everyone. And tired. I think I'm going to sleep. Tell Hzianth I won't be at class later? She didn't wait for a response, and slowly padded off to her room. Thank you, love, you're a dear.