Go Fly a Kite [open green flight]

Are you sure you should be eating that?

No.

Then...oh, whatever. I'm going back to bed. Having actually made it halfway out of bed in genuine concern before deciding that Caxith was neither at risk of genuine harm or particularly receptive to communication, T’rielle threw himself back down, on top of the sheets. Such was quite par to the norm for Caxith’s pre-flight proddiness. It was one of the rare times when the green dragon was actually more dramatic than T’rielle, and on some level the greenrider recognized it (and sometimes even enjoyed it, when he wasn't busy being proddy himself). He was smart enough to realize that proddy meant impending flight, but he was also stubborn enough to be convinced that the actual flight was not going to be happening that day. Always tomorrow. Then the next day. Or the next.

Sighing contentedly, T’rielle wrapped his arms snugly around his pillow and closed his eyes again, trying to ignore Caxith’s inner monologuing and get back to sleep. He was restless--ridiculously so--and that just irritated him more. Sleeping like the dead was something that T’rielle usually excelled at, so on these occasions it was frustrating when he couldn't drop off to sleep on command. It was, frankly, far too early to be up and functioning without a good reason (and he would never understand Caxith’s love for early mornings, he really wouldn't), and he would be dragged out of bed kicking and screaming.

Which was, unfortunately, exactly what happened when Caxith let out an angry mental hiss. T’rielle bolted to his feet, at first thinking that something had happened. Well, it had. But not in the manner that T’rielle initially thought. “Oh.” The green dragon's mental presence was not gentle at the best of times, and it took a lot more effort than was strictly necessary for T’rielle to locate a shirt and pull it on. By that point Caxith had disentangled herself from the storage shed she'd been ransacking (glows, really?) and was now crouching tense, tail lashing from side to side. She remained that way for a long moment with swirling red-violet eyes before gathering herself and launching into the air with a loud screech. On the ground, T'rielle's eyes automatically followed the dragon's path, though he couldn't see her. Caxith's voice, while normally rather low anyway, was velvety smooth and sultry as she did a lazy roll in midair before powering forward and up. Come and get me, boys.

crawls under a rock

I'shan was busy eating when a familiar and awfully suspicious feeling washed over him. He looked up from his plate, one brow raised, and drummed his fingers on the table. What was that, now? An insistent, needy feeling, possibly drifting from Ilveriath? The dragon was actually awake and considering being not-useless? How peculiar. What's up, Ilv? he asked silently, slowly twisting in his seat to glance out the window.

Outside, the lithe blue dragon was perched silently beside their home, jeweled eyes fixed on the sky.  I'shan could tell that his daydreaming dragon was distant and distracted, but there was also this rare edge of slyness. It was playful, but also somehow tactical and devious.

I'shan smirked. I get it he said, not expecting an answer. He felt a tingle of excitement and promptly got up to head outside, paying no attention as his ill-mannered fire lizards dove eagerly onto his plate of food. The rolls and scraps of meat he was working on eating were quickly scattered about as the three flitters argued over them, though ultimately Squee was the victor. He plopped down on top of the plate, collecting the majority of the food and watching as Squeak and Spazz tumbled about for the remainder.

I'shan trotted to Ilveriath's side, watching as the dragon suddenly launched himself into the air. Who is it this time?! I'shan asked as he felt the liberating feeling of flightlust start to set in.

Caxith

Caxith, huh? I'shan grinned, then took off. Fun times!

For a few brief moments, at least, Caxith allowed for a slight laziness in her flight.  But she wasn't foolish, and had already been around the block a few times. Indolence was not something she typically enjoyed, but even she could admit that it had its moments, however brief they might have been. The restlessness was something she had picked up from T'rielle, she was certain (not that that was a bad thing, either, because she'd been infuriatingly lazy as a hatchling and that had just about driven T'rielle insane), though sometimes she just couldn't help herself and decided to take a lazy moment. This, however, was not meant to be one of those moments, as was quickly made clear by the flash of blue hide a ways below her.

There was a flash of pleasure--or was that pride?--before she twisted and rose in altitude, crooning over her shoulder at the blue, who she hadn't bothered to identify beyond the color of his hide up until now. It didn't matter who it was, anyway, because the ultimate end result would be the same regardless. That was her view on the whole debacle, anyway, though they both knew their opinions differed on that topic. It wasn't really a problem, because T'rielle wasn't so much of a prude that he was particularly picky about his choice in bedmates (when he got to make the choice, anyway). His first had been in the lake behind a big rock shortly before Impressing Caxith, and it had pretty much solidified his apparent preference for the masculine sex, because he had yet to end up in the same bed as another woman (not even the same woman, in fact).

But that was neither here nor there, as there were only a couple blues who possessed female riders, and while Caxith didn’t particularly care one way or the other, Ilveriath certainly wasn’t one of them. That whole message didn’t quite get through, from either end, but T’rielle’s attention only latched onto that for a couple seconds before he was pulled (quite willingly) into his dragon’s elation over the flight

L'te shouldn't of been surprised  as jade landed in front of him chirping excitely.  He knew that Teegarth had something on his mind but didn't know what at first and then it finally hit him about the same time the feeling of lust hit him from Teegarth.  who is it L'te sent to his dragon quietly. He had always enjoyed attention and partisicpating in a flight was bound to get attention one way or another weither he won or not.  The flight moths would be out in droves and he was sure to hook up with someone either way. He grined softly I  believe it to be Caxith of T'rielle.  Teegarth said softly to his rider.

L'te looked up at the blue Well, fly Teegarth and do your best L'te encouraged his dragon to take part in the flight not that Teegarth needed encouragement he was already ready to take part in the flight.  L'te reached up and soothed the tiny green flit Jade as he watched Teegarth take the his wings to go and try and impress the lovely green. 

Waking up with a hard on certainly wasn't unusual for O'wain. Waking up to the sound of Nishkath's tail thumping against the side of the hut however, wasn't.

What's bugging you, Nishkath? O'wain inquired, sitting up in bed debating if he should just go back to sleep or take care of other physical needs.

Caxith rises! the dark brown announces.

That is all the incentive O'wain needs. Grinning he quickly strides out of his hut, heading for the greenrider's hut. Go get her stud!

Not too far away O'wain heard the challenging scream of a green rising to mate. Even as O'wain started to jog towards the sound Nishkath launched into the air.

O'wain broke into a run so he can be at the greenrider's hut when things really tart heating up. As the lust roiled into him from Nishkath, O'wain didn't take long to find the handsome greenrider. O'wain was more into female conquests but riding a man didn't repel him at all. Already other riders were gathering, eyes glazed as their minds stayed with their dragons as the chase continued.

Oh Caxith, here I come. he sends, his mind voice a purr even as he beat his wings with powerful strokes to catch up the blues. His eyes were fixed on the green, tracking her acrobatic movements. He was an agile flyer and had staying power even if he wasn't quite as agile as greens. There were other ways to get his prize than just fancy flying.

Bugling loudly he made clear he was intent on winning this flight. That and a good loud bugle had startled the little blues away in a mating flight before. Usually just the yearlings who are chasing for the first time. Even if he lost this flight, Nishkath knew O'wain would find himself a pretty girl to enjoy and when they woke up she probably be nice enough to give him a good brushing.

Ilveriath knew how to appreciate good leisure. He would have chuckled with pleasure were he able, blue eyes watcing with mellow amusement as the green shot off skywards after her pleasing little bout of laziness. Ilveriath took off after her, looping around a couple of his fellow blues, thin body carried swiftly by the wind. He was a small dragon who flew more like a green than like a blue, so he had to rely on speed and precision to capture his partners. Endurance and fancy flying were lost causes, not that he cared much for the latter. Fancy flying to impress a female? What was the point? Grab her!

He supposed he could see the appeal in such a little game, but he had neither the time not the strength to spare. He needed to play his hand swiftly and strongly, and he always did!

The dragon hissed, his emotions smug and sly, as he rocketed towards her, eyes locked on her green tail streaming behind her. She would he his!

Back on the ground, I'shan had a hard time containing his giggling. He burst through the door of T'rielle's hut (or at least he hoped he had the right one), a smirk crossing his face. "I'm here!" he proclaimed loudly and shamelessly. He paraded his way through the living quarters to linger dangerously in the doorway to T'rielle's room, eager eyes scanning for the greenrider. What fun they were going to have!

Teegarth  took off more slowly then the older seasoned dragons.  He still after all was young  and not as confident and sure as the older ones who had been here many times before. L'te wasn't at all worried about it at all. He was a bit more confident then his darling blue  after all L'te just liked people period and it didn't matter who he ended up with he'd always have fun.

L'te frowned softly though at Teegarths late start  of taking to his wings. L'te knew that small moment could  of been the  thin line between success and failing. But he couldn't fault Teegarth none about it. After all the mistakes of youth are experienced in everyone  human and dragon alike.  He reached up and  patted  Jade on the head as his mind strayed to Teegarth  now that Teegarth seemed to focus on the green with more determination and want.

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.

Nishkath watched the green closely as she moved back and forth across the sky. She had lovely wing and throat markings, especially when seen from below. In a way she was as dark as he was just in the appropriate color. But the lighter underside of her wings, made her wings nearly invisible against the light of the sky above.

You are very beautiful Caxith, he said, conversation not at all distracting him.

As she crooned back at her pursuers, Nishkath glanced at the various blues competing with him to catch her. He veered towards one who was flying to close and easily foiled up his wing, forcing the silly blue to fall back to catch air under his wings again. Niskhath gave a mental laugh, there was more to catching a green than just chasing her.

Suddenly she was right there before him and Nishkath crooned soothingly as he reached for her but before he could even touch her beautiful green hide she had dipped away out of reach. Games, these greens love their games. But he was strong and fast and quite skillful at flying, he will out last any blue here, he was certain. He was also skillful and experienced, and probably far more overconfident than was good for him.

O'wain reached out to claim the handsome blond before him, anticipating claiming the prize only to have it slip away. His mind was very much caught up in the case and his body responding to the motions of his dragon. With a near miss of catching the green, O'wain let his arms fall back at his sides, only time will tell if Nishkath succeeded or not. A distant part of O'wain was aware should Nishkath fail to catch Caxith there will be at least one other disappointed rider who could share his bed instead.