False Flight or How Larri Trolled The Weyr [Open] [NYE]

Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away
If you can use some exotic booze
There's a bar in far Bombay
Come on and fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away

The small green dragon was enjoying herself immensely. The general feel of the gathering was light hearted and good natured, and with the alcohol flowing freely there seemed to be quite a few who were forgetting the generally accepted bounds of whom it was or wasn't quite acceptable to socialise with. Sitting off to the side with her own group of friends, Larrikith watched as B'jin continued to drink much like a fish, and embarrass himself. She was glad he was having a good time, and the only reason she didn't rain on his parade was the simple and realistic belief that damned few of the community would remember anything he did come the time they were all sober again.

The fuzzy mind of a drunk was bizarre. She supposed it was why they prevented the Weyrling humans from drinking more than a glass or so. She wasn't sure how the youngsters would cope with the odd feeling. Tilting her head slightly, Larrikith peered at Veeth before turning her attention away from the young dragon and her own human, to poke good naturedly in that of his mate (just because they were too obtuse to see or admit the truth didn't mean she was, and her memory was lucky to last three days!). Amused, Larrikith commented dryly on one of R'nd's drunken thoughts, laughed at his response, and then snatched at a stray thought like a child in a candy store, suddenly stiffening where she sat as her eyes took on a hue of devious intent.

Now, that was probably one of her most amazing ideas ever (if she did say so herself) and intrigued, Larrikith returned her attention to her own human, diving with mischievous intent into his memories and pulling up all kinds of wicked ideas and terrible promises she'd made him at various points in their life - ones that were designed specifically to torture the poor man. After all, what was the point in being bonded for life to someone if you couldn't have a good laugh at their expense at least once a month? Or once every two or three days, Larrikith thought with a wicked trill. Withdrawing from B'jin and ricocheting his confused and curious pokes to find out what her sudden interest in his memories had been, Larrikith turned her attention upon Ayyonth with a visibly devious smirk, even if she didn't possess the facial structure to smirk.

I come up with the most brilliant ideas, she told the blue, completely immodest as she preened smugly. We shall have to thank yours later for reminding me of it. That was said with a wicked titter that clearly indicated R'nd would be unlikely to be pleased at reminding Larrikith of anything beyond a reminder that Flying with Ayyonth was good. No one else would likely be happy with R'nd if they found out, either. Larrikith giggled wickedly. Though to be fair, it had been B'jin that created the idea originally...

Larrikith was having way too much fun and she hadn't even shared her idea yet!

Nuzzling Veeth's cheek cheerfully, Larrikith apologised without the specific use of words for leaving the younger dragon out. A mastery of flight was going to be rather vital, and as adorable as Veeth was, and as much as he was rapidly catching up to her small size, he simply wasn't quite there yet, and she would so hate for him to hurt himself! Enjoy the show, my dear, she purred instead, the quiet words for the young blue only. Then her attention turned to Ayyonth and her deviously wicked expression returned, eyes lighting up dangerously.

This will be amazing, Ayyonth! She still hadn't shared her idea, but Larrikith had no doubt her beautiful blue cohort would fully support and embrace it. So, how to word it? With a mockingly innocent air, Larrikith broached her idea to Ayyonth, watching the younger dragon closely as she waited for his response. When she got one, she gave an excited chitter and stood up, practically purring her delight as she nuzzled against Ayyonth's side in a particularly feline manner. Snuggled against him, she reached out fussily, touching on some minds - blue, brown or bronze - while completely brushing over and ignoring others.

When she had their attention, Larrikith shared her devious idea, thrilling in the response and agreement she got from her friends and the additional minds she had picked out, some of whom would even have raised eyebrows at her choices. But that was okay, as everyone settled into the game, Larrikith made another decision, including Ayyonth in on it with a gentle laugh as she found the scatter brained mind of Grith.

Then, in a weyrwide vocalisation, Fly with me~! She purred, voice as sultry and inviting as she could make it, she withdrew just in time to keep her rather girlish giggle to an audience of just Ayyonth and Veeth. Licking Ayyonth's cheek, Larrikith threw herself into the air, making a greatly over exaggerated display of being a randy gold, with a combination of sultry invitations and mightier-than-thou disdain. Unfortunately, it was interrupted by regular bouts of soft whistling as she swallowed the urge to trill her laughter.

Clearing her throat, Larrikith gave a mocking roar of challenge, swallowed more giddy laughter, and twirled through the air above the Weyr gathering as the boys she had invited into her game shot into the air to join her. Some of them played along brilliantly; others were as hyped up and terrible at acting as she was (a fact she blamed B'jin for).

Down on the ground, B'jin froze in confused horror, staring up at his dragon as she winged almost lazily over head, and the sudden tail of pretty boys chasing her. "... Larri?" He asked no one, looking utterly bewildered. The shooting beam of green that flashed through caused the greenrider to sway visibly as he reached out absently and grabbed the person beside him. "Grith?!" Oh dear sweet Faranth. Those two? In the skies together?

B'jin, completely and utterly shell shocked by the two greens Flying during the Turnover celebrations, was completely and totally unaware of his total lack of flightlust.

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[sup]Larrikith has only contacted the minds of dragons she feels will enjoy this form of human-abusing amusement. If the dragon is likely to tattle or fill their human in on what she's up to and ruin the fun, they won't know the details of what's going on. That doesn't necessarily mean they'll be oblivious to her faking a flight, simply that they will have nfi what is going on or why xD[/sup]