Dreams vs Reality [Gold Flight Open to All Chasers]

K’tir was an early riser by choice and habit and that morning was no different. Both of his children had stayed the night but neither were awake just yet and that was fine by the brownrider. He enjoyed the early hours because they were quiet and could be used to read, begin chores, or simply relax. Unfortunately, none of those would be an option that morning with the fuss beginning outside the hut and within his own mind.

Aradissicath has left for the hunting range! K’tir didn’t need to look out the window to know his brown was dancing from foot to foot in excitement. Ever since Tyrrisath had won a gold the first time, Ghaeth had seen it as a goal to mimic him. It was an excellent goal and a challenge was always nice to have to keep them on their toes but the flight lust was intense and it often made for strange bed fellows given the collection of riders that preferred to chase gold dragons instead of greens. Then again, blueriders typically didn’t enter the chase or last that long so it was a far better environment in the brownrider’s opinion. The times he ended up in bed with a bluerider were few and far between now but they were never pleasant and left him feeling dirty for days.

“Go for it, Ghaeth,” K’tir replied and finished his mug of klah. He could feel his dragon’s lust building and knew he wouldn’t have a chance at countering it. Ghaeth was friendly and easy-going but when he was determined and desperately wanted something, he was hard to dissuade. The only issue was how quickly the lust could take hold of him and K’tir quickly darted to the bedroom where the children’s bunk bed sat shrouded in the shadows from the curtains having been drawn shut upon waking.

“Kajitiris, get up. Get your brother up and take him back to his mother.” K’tir waited for a response and shook the girl lightly to help rouse her. She gave a mumbled reply of acknowledgement but the look he received when she finally looked at him was one of confusion. “Ghaeth gives chase to a gold. Get yourselves home. Your mothers will worry.” That was all he said on the matter before nearly running from the hut. He didn’t want his kids to see him lost to lust and mindlessly chasing after the poor woman that would already be terrified by having her maiden flight.

Flights weren’t really hated by the brownrider and he often slipped easily into the complacent role as Ghaeth led them and now was no different. K’tir had no idea where Rhaedalyn’s hut was or if she would still be there but instinct, along with the flock of people, guided him in the right direction as Ghaeth joined the trail of dragons behind the shimmering beauty. They would catch her! This would be their moment! All thoughts of his children’s safe return to their mothers were forgotten as his mind became one with Ghaeth and winning took priority.