23.Aug.13, 11:51 PM
Caxith banked sharply to the right, looping smoothly over a blue she couldn’t quite be bothered to identify. Knowing better than to waste any energy on unnecessary theatrics she gave a few strong beats of her wings, neck arching downwards as she took stock of her suitors. This was always her favorite part (of the chase, at least), seeing who showed up, even if it wasn't much beyond the colors. Names tended to be oddly absent until afterwards, which could be seen as a blessing or a curse. Both she and T'rielle had a very simple view on flights; what would happen would happen. It saved a lot of stress and worry on both of their parts, and frankly, it was much more fun that way.
Her games never lasted long anyway; to make any sort of spectacle at all that window was short at best. She'd yet to get caught by any one dragon more than once or twice, so the security of a constant partner had never played a part in her machinations. It was all about making a spectacle. Which, of course, meant she couldn't waste any time showing off, no matter how much she would have liked to.
Arching her neck and crooning at the males in pursuit, she powered on, hissing mostly to herself when one got a little too close for comfort. To her own surprise, the blue backed off, and she took a moment to preen to herself before directing her attentions to the rest of her pursuers. Her path was far from straight, and she took great pains to make it as erratic as possible. It wouldn't do to make it too simple, after all. She may have been a green, but she most definitely wasn't easy. She drifted teasingly from one dragon to another, doing her best to keep just out of his reach, though it wasn't without its risks and close calls. But that was all part of the chase, wasn't it?
T'rielle, feet still firmly planted on the ground, took a half step back. He hadn't moved more than a couple steps from where he'd started out, though he'd continued to shift restlessly from foot to foot in time with his dragon's movements. At least he'd managed to pull his gaze away from the supremely boring underside of the roof of his hut.
Her games never lasted long anyway; to make any sort of spectacle at all that window was short at best. She'd yet to get caught by any one dragon more than once or twice, so the security of a constant partner had never played a part in her machinations. It was all about making a spectacle. Which, of course, meant she couldn't waste any time showing off, no matter how much she would have liked to.
Arching her neck and crooning at the males in pursuit, she powered on, hissing mostly to herself when one got a little too close for comfort. To her own surprise, the blue backed off, and she took a moment to preen to herself before directing her attentions to the rest of her pursuers. Her path was far from straight, and she took great pains to make it as erratic as possible. It wouldn't do to make it too simple, after all. She may have been a green, but she most definitely wasn't easy. She drifted teasingly from one dragon to another, doing her best to keep just out of his reach, though it wasn't without its risks and close calls. But that was all part of the chase, wasn't it?
T'rielle, feet still firmly planted on the ground, took a half step back. He hadn't moved more than a couple steps from where he'd started out, though he'd continued to shift restlessly from foot to foot in time with his dragon's movements. At least he'd managed to pull his gaze away from the supremely boring underside of the roof of his hut.