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Month 05, 741 AL

North: Late Spring | South: Late Autumn
9.9 C to 18.4 C | 13.7 C to 24.5 C

Ista is heating up swiftly, and preparing for a rough summer - hopefully nothing like the one from a couple turns before with the wildfires! The rest of Northern Pern is warming upsomewhat slower, but with no less gusto as summer begins to creep into the sky, keeping the sun awake longer, warming the ledges of the weyrs. Rainstorms are sporadic, but keep the world well watered, despite the heat of the days.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 12, 740 AL

Fort Boundaries:
Winter -3 - 2 C | 26 - 35 F
Fort is already home to snowfalls, though early in the month they fade away when the sun rises. As the month progresses, more snow stays on the ground, ending up with several feet of snow before the month is over. The areas around homes and populations has the snow shoveled away or trodden down. Icicles attached to Weyr ledges prove some danger and are routinely removed.

Ista Boundaries:
Winter, 9 - 21 C | 48 - 69 F
Generally warm enough to go about without a jacket on, Ista has low humidity but high chance of rain, generally in the form of vicious afternoon thunderstorms. The storms wash away any bite of heat the day had, and leave it feeling fresh for the night. The days are short, but grow bright quickly and the afternoons seem to be particularly short when heavy thunderstorms roll in and cover the sky.

Telgar Boundaries:
Winter, -5 - 0 C | 23 - 32 F
Bitterly cold, with icy winds constantly flowing down from the mountains. Freezing rain is almost constant; the sky always a murky grey and the ground slippery with slushy refrozen ice. The days are extremely short, with the nights dropping a good number below the daily average. Icicles attached to Weyr ledges prove a major danger, and are checked upon every day, with anything bigger than a fist being removed.


Month 07, 740 AL

Fort Boundaries:
Summer 27 - 38 C | 80 - 100 F
Light breezes down from the mountains tot he North keep the temperature comfortable, even when the sun can bake an egg on the edge of a weyr. Sunburn is common.

Ista Boundaries:
Summer, 34 - 43 C | 93 - 110 F
A very dry, dusty heat. Little to no rain, causing more than some to worry about the drought not breaking and the rest of the Isle being at risk of fires. Many seek the depths of weyr, hold or hall during the midday and early afternoon heat.

Telgar Boundaries:
Summer, 26 - 35 C | 79 - 95 F
Muggy, sticky and generally just plain humid. Thunder storms are regular occurances, often happening in the early afternoon or evening, with heavy rainfall before drying off sometime in the night. Mornings are usually crisp, but warm up swiftly.


Month 06, 740 AL

Fort Boundaries: Season, Low to High
Ista Boundaries: Season, Low to High
Telgar Boundaries: Season, Low to High

[[Update slowly in progress because ThistleProse is a slackarse :3 lmao ]]

Month 04, 740 AL
North: Early Spring | South: Early Autumn
−1.9 C to 4.7 C | 20.0 C to 29.0


Spring has sprung, with the snow slowly melting in much of the North, creating mushy grounds and greyish, icy snow piles that are doing their best to melt. In comparison, Ista finds itself naturally warmer, (~10C / 50) and many people who can find rides are making their way to the Island to spend some time in warmth and sunshine, away from the lingering touch of winter.

Katila is beginning to cool down to more reasonable temperature, but is no less muggy and uncomfortable to those who are not used to the seasons. It is still a good place to escape to when seeking a warm day or a nice swim at the lake, though.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 03, 740 AL
North: Early Spring | South: Early Autumn
−1.9 C to 4.7 C | 20.0 C to 29.0


Spring has sprung, with the snow slowly melting in much of the North, creating mushy grounds and greyish, icy snow piles that are doing their best to melt. In comparison, Ista finds itself naturally warmer, (~10C / 50) and many people who can find rides are making their way to the Island to spend some time in warmth and sunshine, away from the lingering touch of winter.

Katila is beginning to cool down to more reasonable temperature, but is no less muggy and uncomfortable to those who are not used to the seasons. It is still a good place to escape to when seeking a warm day or a nice swim at the lake, though.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 02, 740 AL
North: Late Winter| South: Late Summer
13.4 to 21.0 C | 13.8 C to 25.6 C



Month 01, 740 AL
North: Mid Winter| South: Mid Summer
13.4 to 21.0 C | 13.8 C to 25.6 C



Month 12, 739 AL
North: Early Winter| South: Early Summer
-3.1 to 2.1 C | 20.4 C to 29.4 C


Winter has come slowly to the Northern lands of Pern, with more rain and cold winds than snow. As the month progresses, more and more snow will fall, with frequent blizzard-like storms towards the very end of the month. Telgar and Fort will in particular become burried under mountains of snow, while Ista is sunjected to frequent icy rainstorms, and heavy winds coming in from across the ocean.
Month 11, 739 AL
North: Late Autumn| South: Late Spring
13.4 to 21.0 C | 13.8 C to 25.6 C



Month 10, 739 AL
North: Mid Autumn| South: Mid Spring
13.4 to 21.0 C | 13.8 C to 25.6 C




Month 09, 739 AL
North: Early Autumn| South: Early Spring
13.4 to 21.0 C | 13.8 C to 25.6 C


Following the disastrous fires (sometime in around the 28th of Month 08), Ista Isle has found itself suddenly in the midst of constant rain; not enough to flood, but a steady, dreary downfall that seems to only take a time out for a couple of hours here and there, before coming back again. Its cast the entire sooty Isle into a sombre and depressed mood. Alongside the rain, the weather is muggy and while not hot, is not particularly cool, either.

The rest of Northern Pern is getting their usual weather, though they, too, have been called to action following the wildfires that savaged Ista. Many individuals who called Ista Island home have been relocated not just to Ista Weyr, Ista Hold or Sea Cliff Hold, but also to other areas of Pern, whether with family or friends.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 08, 739 AL
North: Late Summer | South: Late Winter
17.4 to 25.5 C | 10.8 C to 23.2 C


Ista is still unseasonably warm - 37 to 45 C - has resulted in an incredibly dry summer, with little to no rain. This was climaxed by a dry thunderstorm, the results of which caused three fires to start across the Island on the 24.07.739 in the early morning hours. While the results of this are yet to be played out, the events will no doubt leave more than just the scarring of the land.

The rest of Northern Pern is getting their usual weather, though they, too, have been called to action following the wildfires that savaged Ista. Many individuals who called Ista Island home have been relocated not just to Ista Weyr, Ista Hold or Sea Cliff Hold, but also to other areas of Pern, whether with family or friends.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 07, 739 AL
North: Mid Summer | South: Mid Winter
18.0 to 26.6 C | 10.2 C to 21.9 C


Ista is still unseasonably warm, with average weather being in the 37 to 45 C range, making it now a more than slightly undesirable escape for the rest of the Northern population from the more enjoyable early summer weather. There has been very little in the way of rain, though the coastal areas are no stranger to the salty wind. Ista's limited farmlands and fields are dry and dusty, with golden straw instead of grass where there is any growth at all.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Northern areas are still getting a lot of evening rain and the occasional thunderstorms, which cools down the populus and allows them to sleep easily without sweating their brains out like the Istans.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 06, 739 AL
North: Early Summer | South: Early Winter
14.9 C to 23.8 C | 11.8 C to 21.9 C


Ista is still unseasonably warm, with average weather being in the 37 to 45 C range, making it now a more than slightly undesirable escape for the rest of the Northern population from the more enjoyable early summer weather. There has been very little in the way of rain, though the coastal areas are no stranger to the salty wind. Ista's limited farmlands and fields are dry and dusty, with golden straw instead of grass where there is any growth at all.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Northern areas are still getting a lot of evening rain and the occasional thunderstorms, which cools down the populus and allows them to sleep easily without sweating their brains out like the Istans.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 05, 739 AL
North: Late Spring | South: Late Autumn
9.9 C to 18.4 C | 13.7 C to 24.5 C


Ista is still unseasonably warm, with average weather being in the 32 to 40 C range, making it a highly desirable escape for the rest of the Northern population from the chilly mid-spring weather. There has been very little in the way of rain, though the coastal areas are no stranger to the salty wind.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Northern areas are getting a lot of rain, thunderstorms, and cloudy days. Grass is growing, flowers flowering, and baby animals popping up all over the place! Yay spring!

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 04, 739 AL
North: Mid Spring | South: Mid Autumn
4.1 C to 11.5 C | 10.0 C to 27.4 C


Ista is still unseasonably warm, with average weather being in the high 20s to low 30s C, making it a highly desirable escape for the rest of the Northern population from the chilly mid-spring weather. There has been very little in the way of rain, though the coastal areas are no stranger to the salty wind.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Northern areas are getting a lot of rain, thunderstorms, and cloudy days. Grass is growing, flowers flowering, and baby animals popping up all over the place! Yay spring!

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 03, 739 AL
North: Early Spring | South: Early Autumn
−1.9 C to 4.7 C | 20.0 C to 29.0


Spring has sprung, with the snow slowly melting in much of the North, creating mushy grounds and greyish, icy snow piles that are doing their best to melt. In comparison, Ista finds itself uncommonly warm (~12C / 53.6) and many people who can find rides are making their way to the Island to spend some time in warmth and sunshine, away from the lingering touch of winter.

Katila is beginning to cool down to more reasonable temperature, but is no less muggy and uncomfortable to those who are not used to the seasons. It is still a good place to escape to when seeking a warm day or a nice swim at the lake, though.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 02, 739 AL
North: Late Winter | South: Late Summer
−5.6 C to 0.4 C | 21.3 C to 30.0


The late-season weather is settling, with much of the Northern hemisphere coated in snow (the exception being the much warmer Ista region) while Katila remains humid and sweltering in the height of Summer.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 01, 739 AL
North: Mid Winter | South: Mid Summer
−6.7 C to −0.7 C | 21.5 C to 30.3 C


Gold Nadioth of Vaeyla, of Ista's flight was won by bronze Rhezalth of N'mor. You can view the Flight Thread here! Gold Aradissicath of Fort has brought about a clutch of [TBA] eggs! The proud mother is jealously guarding the Sands from her fellow gold, and keeping her mate on his toes! The cautious are able to catch a glance, but best not be caught!

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 12, 738 AL
North: Early Winter | South: Early Summer
−3.1 C to 2.1 C | 20.4 C to 29.4 C


Gold Nadioth of Ista is set to take flight this month (though it'll be a surprise IC), while gold Aradissicath is preparing to take full command of the Fort Hatching Grounds as she lays her Clutch early in the month.

The Red Star can be seen by those who choose to see it, causing no shortage of whispers that Thread will return - and just as much dismissal from those who do not believe. After all, it's been so long, surely it is no longer a threat! Weyrleaders are, regardless, beginning to put together wings in their Weyrs, if only to keep troublesome and bored riders busy.

Month 11, 738 AL
North: Late Autumn | South: Late Spring


Autumn is coming to an end, with the days slowly becoming shorter still, with early nights and late mornings. The temperature is getting very cool, with jackets being more required, but it has yet to actually snow. Despite this, it is often raining and miserable.

The Southern contient is in full bloom, with flowers coming to life in the grasses and on the trees. The skies are bright blue with fluffy clouds, and occassional sunshowers bringing a dampness to the day. The nights are still crisp, but not cold. The ground is starting to dry up as water is absorbed by the blooming flora.

Month 10, 738 AL
North: Mid Autumn | South: Mid Spring


Autumn is in full tilt, with the leaves a shocking array of orange and red, and more of them on the ground than on the trees. The skies are often a clear and crisp blue, with a cool breeze flowing, shifting the leaves and sending them scattering. Rain is not common, but when it does roll in the skies are dark like night come early, and thunderstorms are not uncommon, though they don't last for long and the amount of rain that falls isn't too heavy.

The Southern contient is in full bloom, with flowers coming to life in the grasses and on the trees. The skies are bright blue with fluffy clouds, and occassional sunshowers bringing a dampness to the day. The nights are still crisp, but not cold. The ground is starting to dry up as water is absorbed by the blooming flora.

Month 09, 738 AL
North: Start Autumn | South: Start Spring


Nothern regions are entering into Autumn, with the trees beginning to change to their reds and oranges, while the air is beginning to feel more crips. There are still more warm days than cool, and the nights are mostly warm enough for light bedding still. Rain has faded away and most days are clear and bright.

The Southern contient finds itself heading into spring, with rain and flowers vying for attention. The ground is often muddy and squishy, while the skies are either bright and blue, or overcast wtih fluffy clouds.

Month 08, 738 AL
North: End Summer | South: End Winter


Summer is winding to an end in the Northern hemisphere, with the weather slowly cooling and the trees beginning to turn their leaves. The days are still long and bright, but the sun is beginning to lose some of its strength.

The coastal Weyrs are falling victim to coastal storms, strong winds and heavy rains with thunder and lightening.

The more inbound Weyrs and Holds find themselves drier, not getting nearly as much rain or storms, they find themselves on the end of a long drought.

Month 07, 738 AL
North: Mid Summer | South: Mid Winter


Summer is in full spring in the Nothern hemisphere, with the bulk of each day being unbearbly hot, followed by vicious thunderstorms and heavy humidity in the evenings and at night.

The coastal areas are experiencing monsoon like weather, and spend a lot of their time locked away in Hold, Hall or Weyr.

The more inner locations find themselves faced with more dry heat during the day, and horrible humidity in the evening and at night while the thunderstorms rage.
May 2020

Monthly updates are the bane of my existance XD

<3 ThistleProse

December 2019

Monthly Event: Curiosity; Link
December Event: Secret Santa 2.0; Link - Sign up with your desired character(s) to have them assigned to a random thread, with a random topic, to a random partner! This event is 100% optional but we hope you'll take part and have fun!
Upcoming Hatching: Aradissicath of Fort Weyr will have a PC Hatching on January 10th! Be sure to check out our pages relating to Hatchings: Searched, Candidacy and Hatching Guide

July 2019

Monthly Event: Summer Dates; Link
Summer Gather: A Gather is being held at Telgar Hold on the weekend of Month 07, days 17 and 18. Link - Everyone is invited, including deligates from the other Holds, and the Halls. A Stamp will be avaialble for those who like to collect them!

June 2019

See to the left where it says ThistleProse is a slackarse? Yeah. That applies here too :D

April 2019

[Link] Monthly Event: 'What Ails You'
[Link] 740.04.01 | Evening Star - Thallyath's Maiden Flight
740.04.14: Okalinath, NPC Flight - Winner, Bronze NPC.
April's Green Flights:
Week 01: Araith of S'jin
Week 02: Caxith of T'rielle
Week 03: Charath of E'si
Week 04: Astoreth of A'liran

March 2019

ITS AN UPDATE! HOORAH!

I'm not dead, my loves! This month's Event is 'Close Call!' - have fun! Stamps will be uploaded and on display in our Discord chatroom.

There is a topic here for discussion about Pernese religions and belief systems, including in and out of Weyr opinions (variably and as a whole) in regards to delicate matters, such as birth, death, and the afterlife. Also, ghosts anyone? Now I'm imagining a giant arse dragon ghost....

Healer Hall is accepting Gold Candidates (just from Fort, for now) and R'nya will soon be discussing with his Weyrwoman Rhaedalyn the merits of bringing in additional female candidates.... on the condition they are approved for Healer Apprenticeship...

Thallyath, Casa's little gold dragon, will be taking to the skies for her maiden flight in the first week of April (IC date will be 740-04-01) and while a mate is already decided, this clutch will be PC and more candidates are ALWAYS welcome, whether you want them to Impress this round --- or not!

<3


December 2018

I've been slack with these updates! I apologise, but want to wish everyone a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS -- and I hope you all have a thoroughly enjoyable Holiday season, and that you all stay safe and have fun!

I've re-activated the Christmas Layout, but it hasn't been quite kept up to date over hte past 12 months, so please be aware the might be some buggies skittering about!


<3


September 2018

Spring is here! ... In Australia, anyway!

This month’s riveting event is ‘Seas of Fun’, in honour of International Pirate’s Day! After all the drama with the fires, we expect that taking to the sea (or lake, river, pond, etc) would be a very relaxing way to spend some downtime for many dragonriders and Holderfolk alike!

In preparation for October, the even is “Memories of the Past”, which we hope will be a fun way to explore your character’s past, either in solo posts or threads, as inner monolog or as back posting! How you choose to partake is entirely up to you!

October will also see our next PC HATCHING! In order to have your Candidate qualify for Impression, they must have no less than 20 posts! There are lots of characters floating around who would be more than happy to help your Candidate breech that count! Don’t forget to also UPDATE YOUR APPLICATIONS where applicable, or make sure it is submitted at all! We can’t Impress your character if we don’t know what they should be getting!

As always, be sure to submit your threads to the IC RP Timeline submission thread, so they can be added to the list! While you’re at it, remember to submit your favourite quotes – from your character’s or others! – to the Quote Submission Thread! We want to see some recent quotes thrown in with our old ones!

If you haven't already, please drop by the Dragonrider Weyr Allocations thread, and let us know where your dragonriders call home. We are hoping to set up Wings across the three PC Weyrs over the next month or so, and your assistance is much appreciated! As a result, we will be looking for Wingleaders, Wingseconds, and of course Candidates for the clutches we have scheduled for this year!

August 2018

ITS AUGUST! Do you know what that means? It means its less than 4 months until Christmas! OMG.

Okay. So moving on! This month sees us (hopefully) wrapping up the Camp Kink event! Who doesn’t love an abundance of young adults exploring their sexuality without restraint? Its been a hell of a fun ride (haha get it?) so far! Can’t wait to see what the grapevine makes of it when words gets out … haha!

On a more serious note, this month will see us engaging in the Istan Wildfires! This event is a free for all! Feel free to have your characters interact with the event in any way you feel is suitable! There is a lot of room here for personal dramas, trouble making, hero worshiping, etcetera! We really want to see how characters interact with, and dictate, the outcome of the event!

Those of you who are intersted, please take part in a discussion about the Plot for opening up the Healer Hall! You can find it [here].

As always, be sure to submit your threads to the IC RP Timeline submission thread, so they can be added to the list! While you’re at it, remember to submit your favourite quotes – from your character’s or others! – to the Quote Submission Thread! We want to see some recent quotes thrown in with our old ones!

If you haven't already, please drop by the Dragonrider Weyr Allocations thread, and let us know where your dragonriders call home. We are hoping to set up Wings across the three PC Weyrs over the next month or so, and your assistance is much appreciated! As a result, we will be looking for Wingleaders, Wingseconds, and of course Candidates for the clutches we have scheduled for this year!

July 2018

July was July-y.

June 2018

Welcome to the new month! Like always, I'm slack in getting the update up and running, but here it is! This month we have the event 'Summer Fling' - [Link] - which is turning out to be all kinds of entertaining already! Remember, it doesn't have to include smut! It could be an innocent date with some - *gasp* - hand holding!

This month also saw Gold Bedith of Mulrissa take to the skies! She was won by young Syrendryth of T'ryn! Congrats, and may your Hatching be less dramatic than the last one! The Hatching will take place in October so you have a lot of time to get Candidates created, approved, and posting up a storm!

Those of you who are intersted, please take part in a discussion about the Plot for opening up the Healer Hall! You can find it [here].

As always, be sure to submit your threads to the IC RP Timeline submission thread, so they can be added to the list! While you’re at it, remember to submit your favourite quotes – from your character’s or others! – to the Quote Submission Thread! We want to see some recent quotes thrown in with our old ones!

If you haven't already, please drop by the Dragonrider Weyr Allocations thread, and let us know where your dragonriders call home. We are hoping to set up Wings across the three PC Weyrs over the next month or so, and your assistance is much appreciated! As a result, we will be looking for Wingleaders, Wingseconds, and of course Candidates for the clutches we have scheduled for this year!

May 2018

The month of May hosted ’Lost Belongings’ wherein characters should lose something they – or someone else – owns.

As always, be sure to submit your threads to the IC RP Timeline submission thread, so they can be added to the list! While you’re at it, remember to submit your favourite quotes – from your character’s or others! – to the Quote Submission Thread! We want to see some recent quotes thrown in with our old ones!

If you haven't already, please drop by the Dragonrider Weyr Allocations thread, and let us know where your dragonriders call home. We are hoping to set up Wings across the three PC Weyrs over the next month or so, and your assistance is much appreciated! As a result, we will be looking for Wingleaders, Wingseconds, and of course Candidates for the clutches we have scheduled for this year!

April 2018

Well, it’s halfway through the month which shows you how awful I am at keeping this stuff up to date, haha. Due to my slackness, there is no event this month, but the month of May will be hosting ’Lost Belongings’ wherein characters should find something they – or someone else – lost.

In the meantime, gold Okalinath of Kahleena has taken to the skies! You can find her Flight thread taking place on the 4th, here Currently, there is no planned winner, so be sure to throw your bronzes and browns her way! They do not need to be natives to Telgar Weyr to participate!

As always, be sure to submit your threads to the IC RP Timeline submission thread, so they can be added to the list! While you’re at it, remember to submit your favourite quotes – from your character’s or others! – to the Quote Submission Thread! We want to see some recent quotes thrown in with our old ones!

If you haven't already, please drop by the Dragonrider Weyr Allocations thread, and let us know where your dragonriders call home. We are hoping to set up Wings across the three PC Weyrs over the next month or so, and your assistance is much appreciated! As a result, we will be looking for Wingleaders, Wingseconds, and of course Candidates for the clutches we have scheduled for this year!

March 2018

Welcome to March, my friends!

Unfortunately, this month we don’t have any events set up, so we encourage you to wrap up threads and create some personal plots! Next month will be bringing in a new monthly event (Lost Belongings!) so you can always set your character up for that! If you have ideas for future Events, you can submit them here!. Additionally, you can see upcoming events here!

Speaking of new threads, be sure to submit your threads to the IC RP Timeline submission thread, so they can be added to the list! While you’re at it, remember to submit your favourite quotes – from your character’s or others! – to the Quote Submission Thread! We want to see some recent quotes thrown in with our old ones!

If you haven't already, please drop by the Dragonrider Weyr Allocations thread, and let us know where your dragonriders call home. We are hoping to set up Wings across the three PC Weyrs over the next month or so, and your assistance is much appreciated! As a result, we will be looking for Wingleaders, Wingseconds, and of course Candidates for the clutches we have scheduled for this year!

February 2018

It’s the month of loooove my loves! Welcome to February! In order to celebrate the delights of Valentine Day, please take a peek at our active event, ‘Date Night’! This event is active for the duration of February, so be sure to start your thread before the end of the month!

Speaking of new threads, be sure to submit your threads to the IC RP Timeline submission thread, so they can be added to the list! While you’re at it, remember to submit your favourite quotes – from your character’s or others! – to the Quote Submission Thread! We want to see some recent quotes thrown in with our old ones!

If you haven't already, please drop by the Dragonrider Weyr Allocations thread, and let us know where your dragonriders call home. We are hoping to set up Wings across the three PC Weyrs over the next month or so, and your assistance is much appreciated! As a result, we will be looking for Wingleaders, Wingseconds, and of course Candidates for the clutches we have scheduled for this year!

January 2018

Welcome to the New Year, one and all! We hope you had an enjoyable and safe holiday season, and we can't wait to see what your characters will get up to over the next twelve months (and beyond!). The Secret Santa Event has been extended until the 30th of January, so for those of you (like me!) who were busy over the end of December, we hope you can get your threads up and running over the next few weeks! There has been a lot of interesting interactions so far! As we extended the SSE, there won't be a specific January event this month! Don't worry though, we have something up our sleeve for February!

If you haven't already, please drop by the Dragonrider Weyr Allocations thread, and let us know where your dragonriders call home. We are hoping to set up Wings across the three PC Weyrs over the next month or so, and your assistance is much appreciated! As a result, we will be looking for Wingleaders, Wingseconds, and of course Candidates for the clutches we have scheduled for this year!

With the end of December, our Christmas layout has gone back into hiding! You'll be able to use it again at the end of the year, when Christmas again rolls around. You can expect a new layout for the site in the near future.

December 2017

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[G] [F] 740.04.01 | Evening Star
4pm | Open Flight
Gold Thallyath

Date of Birth
16.11.720 AL
Height
5'3
Eyes
Green

Threads
59
Posts
369

#1
Casa woke with a start, a lance of terror tearing through her in the split second it took to recognise her location; she was down on the edge of the water, sprawled on a blanket. Originally, she’d been reading a book Azrin had loaned her on herbs that could be used for healing and eating, but must have dozed off in the warm sunshine and the soft coastal breeze. She was pondering what it was that had caused her to wake so suddenly, when she heard Thallyath shifting and glanced towards her dragon. Her soft smile of affection slowly morphed as her face took on an expression of smug satisfaction.

About four days prior, Casa had requested an audience with the Weyrleaders, and informed them with a combination of giddy excitement and seriousness that Thallyath was beginning to take on the shine often referenced in lessons and talk of female dragons being ready to Rise. Once it had been confirmed – Casa had resisted rolling her eyes, but played along with M’ris’ continued assumption that she was dumber than a wher – Casa asked that the bronzes and browns of the other Weyrs be invited to contest. Thallyath was more than a little disgusted at the assumption that a brown would catch her – she was worthy only of the best bronze! – but Casa ignored her. If they wanted the best, they needed a bigger contest than just the small population within Ista.

Now though, as Casa sat up and straightened her clothes, she smiled to herself as she watched her dragon. The glow on her hide was intense under the afternoon sun, and Casa knew, just knew, that the dragon would blood as soon as she woke from her quiet doze. With that thought came Casa’s realisation that to blood, her dragon would need to go back to the Weyr where the herdbeasts were penned. It would be better that way, anyway, because that is where the riders would be. Sighing dramatically to herself, and hoping Thallyath wouldn’t wake until she’d reached the Weyr proper, Casa picked up her blanket, folded it up, collected her book and made her way back towards home.

Perhaps twenty minutes later, Casa had dropped her items off in her personal weyr and made her way to her favourite bathing room, slipping into the bath joyfully even as she felt Thallyath suddenly wake, the ravenous hunger for blood and sex causing Casa to gasp loudly; she hadn’t expected her dragon to feel so intensely; though if she thought about it, she felt strongly, so why wouldn’t her dragon? Thallyath’s bellow of challenge rang out, and Casa smirked to herself as she bounced a little, and then pulled herself up onto the edge of the bathing pool, water coursing off her body as Thallyath dropped like a glowing golden stone into the beast pens.

Despite the talks she’d had, and the lessons that had been designed to prepare her, Casa was still shocked by the fight Thallyath put up, wanting to gorge herself on more than just the blood. Unlike some riders, though, Casa had been bonded to Thallyath for several turns, and while the battle of wills was fierce, the young woman wasn’t the tiny child she’d been when she Impressed, and her command of her gold dragon wasn’t to be trifled with. In the end, Thallyath obeyed, though she snarled and snapped and clawed at the kills. She threw the first carcass at the first dragon to land too close to her, hitting him in the neck and chest, leaving bloody trails.

Casa smiled to herself, enjoying the feelings rolling off Thallyath, but also amused by the snatches of conversation she could hear as dragonriders and weyrfolk alike tried to figure out where she’d secreted herself away. Finishing her bath by pulling herself out of the water, Casa let herself out of the bathing room without so much as a scrap of cloth to cover herself, and walked with her head held high (if her eyes somewhat glassy as Thallyath screeched her challenge once more) as she strode from the bathroom to her weyr, not aware of anyone or anything going on around her as she slipped inside, her wet hair dripping down her back.

With one last scream of rage and lust, Thallyath threw her third beast to the side and sprung into the air, her tiny golden body alive with the light of the evening sun and her eyes a furious set of gems as she snarled and shot through the sky, speeding low across the grazing grounds before suddenly turning almost one-hundred and eighty degrees and rocketing off towards the beach she had so recently been sleeping on.
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Bronze Mosiath

Date of Birth
20.07.692
Height
6'2
Eyes
Pale Blue

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9
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46

#2
M’ris knew Thallyath would rise soon thanks to Casa’s suspicions that earned her several people verifying if she was seeing the signs or not. Honestly, from what he had heard about the young woman’s new bedroom hobby, he was surprised Thallyath hadn’t jumped into the sky months ago since her rider was clearly ready for such a life altering experience. But dragons did what they wanted and M’ris had long ago stopped trying to figure them out. The fact that he forgot that life lesson and assumed Mosiath was smart enough not to give chase to the young maiden gold almost landed him in a lot of trouble.

Ameris and Mizeath had been on standby since learning their fellow gold would rise soon and M’ris felt like he should have had a contingency plan like they had. The girls still went about their daily routine but plans had been laid out for their daughter to be looked after when Ameris had to make her quick exit and a pack was ready to be scooped up as well. M’ris actually couldn’t remember if his Weyrwoman was going to visit one of the other Weyrs or simply take off for a few hours of alone time. Either way, he was a bit envious of the chance to get away without some diplomatic or life and death reason behind it.

Thallyath goes to the hunting grounds to prepare, Mosiath gave his report rather mildly, as if he were bored and M’ris didn’t blame him. He had put his beast on Maiden Watch, keeping a respectful distance when she was within the confines of the Weyr so he could track when she went to bloody her kills. Now that it was happening, M’ris sighed and nodded at the report, knowing if Mizeath and the other golds didn’t know on their own accord, Mosiath would have relayed the message to ensure the women all evacuated safely before Ista had to suffer any further tragedies.

A few minutes later and M’ris received confirmation that all of the golds had left. He supposed he should head out to the ledge and watch the aerial show and see how the competition went. Gold Flights could last for quite some time and the idea of lounging on the ledge with food and drink—because he certainly wouldn’t get any work done once all the screeching and roaring started—sounded like a pleasant way to end the day.

At first he thought Mosiath agreed with him, the sense of calm sweeping over M’ris fast enough to catch him off guard, but it wasn’t until he felt the tingling of lust that caused him to stagger as he walked across his office and found his own body becoming aroused that the Weyrleader knew his dragon was about to get them both killed.

Don’t you dare give into that hussy, M’ris warned, growling the thought to his dragon even as he felt a bit bad for implying Thallyath was a hussy when it was actually her rider he was talking about. He really wasn’t one to judge how many partners the girl had given the way he had behaved in Katila before Ameris started to capture his attention and a piece of his heart but it was hard to think of positive things when it came to Casa. She was dumb, useless, flighty, and seemed to just want to spend the day spreading her legs. He really didn’t have the time of day for her.

But she is so lovely. She shines so bright in the evening light. She took her kills so well and showed such aggression towards the fools sneaking up on her. She deserves the attention. M’ris was pretty sure he was hearing things. His dragon certainly wasn’t close to writing poetry about a gold that wasn’t Mizeath and if he was, he needed a firm reminder that he was mated.

I’m sure it was magnificent. However, Mizeath, Ameris, and I will all take great pleasure in slowly killing you. Your hide would make quite a few Lords happy when it’s turned into jackets for them. You are mated, Mosiath, and we will not jeopardize what we have in our personal lives nor will we ruin our reputations as Weyrleaders for a gold you are not even interested in. Get a hold of yourself! Take a dip in the ocean to cool off and return home. Now. He would not let his dragon ruin what they had because he stared at the sun too long. They had worked hard to sober him up and clean up his act. People even looked up to him now and treated him as an equal once more. Of course it made sense Casa would be the one to ruin him but it wouldn’t be that day.

M’ris held firm in his conviction that they wouldn’t chase, focusing hard on his dragon until they reunited on their ledge. Forgive my moment of weakness, M’ris, Mosiath dipped his head low, utterly embarrassed over what he almost did. Mizeath is all I need and please don’t tell her about this.

M’ris patted the bronze and laughed at the begging. “I’m not suicidal, boy. No one else ever need know about what almost yet didn’t happen. Now, get comfy, it’s sure to be a long show we’re in for.”
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Bronze Kovith

Date of Birth
17.06.694 AL
Height
6'2
Eyes
Pale Blue

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2
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6

#3
Finally, the gold that everyone was starting to believe would never Fly either because she or her rider was a dud was going to rise. S’igi knew it wasn’t Casa’s fault, at least not anymore. She was apparently sweet and virginal until recent times which made sense to some degree given her age yet completely boggled the mind since she was a Katlian born brat. A lot of gossip in his circles speculated it had a lot to do with the crowd she ran in. She apparently had an adorable boyfriend as a kid that had died in the landslide and had been dating the equally adorable and virginal T’ryn until something snapped in that pretty blonde head and Casa discovered great sex.

So perhaps Thallyath was broken. He was fairly sure Z’ia had a betting pool for it. Would Thallyath ever fly? When would it happen? How many of the younger golds would go before her? As of a few days ago, the pool would have changed to exact date and time. S’igi was close to making the trip to Ista when word first reached him to get in on the action for some quick marks but he wasn’t hurting for spending money and still didn’t bother to seek out the bluerider when he finally made his way to Ista the day before in preparation for the Flight.

A courtesy note was always sent out to the other Weyrs to offer a chance at the gold Flights to help spread out the gene pool since the population was still so low but S’igi didn’t always feel the need to camp out at the other two Weyrs. What made him decide to this time? He wasn’t sure, other than the fact that he debated a hook up with the rider for his own amusement. He had offered up his bed after Bedith and Syrendryth’s disaster of a clutch left a lot of visiting riders too tired to make the trip home and he wasn’t opposed to another taste. He never ended up seeking her out, instead catching up with a few buddies drinking the night away as they played poker.

Thankfully, Thallyath was a considerate dragon and didn’t decide to fly too early in the day as S’igi had slept through the morning in his borrowed empty weyr. He had bathed and grabbed some fruit from the kitchen since he missed lunch and was too early for dinner and was just heading out of the dining cavern when Thallyath made her intent known. Looks like you’re up, Kovith. Kahleena and Okalinath were a good prize but I think this one will be even better. Go get her.

I intend to. This will be a good hunt, S’igi smirked as Kovith readied to follow Thallyath’s opening move. His dragon had always been the best hunter in their class when it came to stalking their prey, watching the herd to find the weakest link or the biggest challenge depending on his mood. He had long suspected Kovith did the same thing with gold dragons, studying them to learn their personality and weaknesses. They didn’t spend nearly enough time in Ista for a proper evaluation of Thallyath but S’igi was still confident in their skills.

He shoved his plate of fruit at the nearest person as he headed for Casa’s weyr—which he had located the night before in preparation for a quicker race to her room. With each step, S’igi merged minds with Kovith, letting the dragon guide them as he encouraged each move. By the time he’d make it to Casa, he’d be fully invested in the chase and ready to claim what was his.
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Brown Ghaeth

Date of Birth
07.07.701
Height
6'3
Eyes
Brown

Threads
5
Posts
61

#4
K’tir could literally have Casa any time he wanted her and had proven it over and over since their hook up in a shop. So unlike some of the riders that had started showing up in Ista for the Flight, he wasn’t entering it for his chance to fuck the petite pretty blonde because he was too shy or uncomfortable propositioning her solely for sex. He was doing it for Ghaeth. He didn’t think they’d ever win a gold Flight but his sweet boy tried every chance he could. He loved the golden ladies but had yet to show them on such a level. At least they liked napping in the sun with him and Ghaeth seemed to quite enjoy the sex his rider had with Casa so it wasn’t an entire loss.

Then again, Ghaeth was always leery of Thallyath. He didn’t like that the gold had forced her way into K’tir’s mind that day in the shop when Azrin roughly took Casa for the first time, but the sweet and timid brown only growled a bit and complained solely to K’tir. Thallyath intimidated Ghaeth, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing if the young gold pair was to ever rule a Weyr. She would need to be able to help control those under her and the Weyrleader. Given Ghaeth’s personality, K’tir knew they’d never even have a shot at being the second to a wing let alone the entire Weyr.

So when Thallyath finally rose, K’tir nudged Ghaeth into action. He could feel the dragon’s lust and need to try but also his hesitation. They both knew the Weyr was full of larger bronze dragons that also had wins under their belts and they both knew Thallyath was kind of a bitch that judged every dragon and likely wouldn’t be pleased with a brown winning her.She’s Casa’s dragon, Ghaeth. You need to show her what she likes. Once she has a taste of you, she’ll be begging for more. Go get her, boy.

Ghaeth hesitated a bit longer—it likely didn’t help that she had thrown her first kill at him. K’tir would have to punish Casa for her dragon’s unruly behaviour later and then again for making him give Ghaeth an extra bath that week. Yet, once Thallyath took off, Ghaeth found his courage and used some of his outrage at having a beast tossed at him to give chase. He had to prove he was more than just a lowly brown! K’tir was proud of his dragon as he made the familiar trek from his weyr to Casa’s. He felt they had a chance this time, despite the competition.
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Bronze Syrendryth

Date of Birth
17.04.722
Height
6'1
Eyes
Blue

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15
Posts
241

#5
T’ryn had debated going to Telgar to stay with his dad or Fort to stay with a friend when Casa had excitedly told him Thallyath was showing all the signs of being ready to Fly. He had been excited for her at the time because her own excitement was contagious and he still loved to see her so happy and they used to talk about what they would do when Thallyath rose and how obviously he would be the winner. But that was back when they were a happy couple that held hands while skating on his aunt’s pond. Now… now was entirely different.

Syrendryth and Thallyath didn’t even like each other and even during their conversation about how they would win, T’ryn never fully believed it. With his luck, the two dragons would start fighting in the sky instead of mating or maybe they would be the first dragons to have hate sex. Maybe that was why he didn’t end up leaving Ista. Syrendryth wouldn’t give chase and he could simply tell Casa that. It’d be a lot easier than telling her he couldn’t stay there knowing he didn’t have a chance with her even with a Flight and would know who she was fucking that day without assuming or guessing who was her bed warmer. He didn’t want to see her sad and he had a feeling his absence, while it wouldn’t be noticed at the time thanks to the lust, would still upset her when she heard he had left.

He still had feelings for her, as stupid as he was for it. They made great friends and could carry amazing conversations about anything and that was why he liked her so much. Okay, she was gorgeous as well, but being with her made him happy. It was how he felt about N’mor as well which was why his heart had started splitting in two as he couldn’t figure out who he loved, or loved more. But he wasn’t what Casa needed or wanted and while he knew that, there were still days where he wished he could change that.

T’ryn sighed. Great, even when a Flight was literally minutes from starting, he was being sappy and longing for things he couldn’t have.

I’m chasing.

Apparently he was also hallucinating.

You’re not and don’t make me regret this. You have feelings for her that I don’t understand and I’m in your head. You need this Flight regardless of the outcome, though I will give my all for you.

T’ryn shivered as the wave of lust rolled over him and for a brief moment, he gave in, finding the idea pleasant. Then he shook himself out of it as memories and fears of his first and only Flight came back to him. “No! I don’t need this, Sy! I wasn’t kidding when I said we would never chase again!” Of course his dragon wasn’t listening. T’ryn knew he was one of the many at the hunting grounds, watching Thallyath’s every move, though Syrendryth had been there for his own meal that he didn’t have yet thanks to the cranky gold showing up.

Syrendryth said he needed it regardless of outcome. T’ryn knew how it would end; with him in pain and tears. He won last time and it ended up being awkward and embarrassing and then it led to the break up his friendship with N’mor, too much cheap wine, a hangover, and a lot of regrets and heartache. He didn’t want anything to do with Flights. Flights didn’t have happy endings, at least not for him.

Again the lust rolled through him and T’ryn wrapped his arms around himself as if to ward himself from it. The gesture didn’t work against the cold so it was likely just as useless against an internal emotion. Still he tried, concentrating on anything other than Casa and sex. Syrendryth, however, proved he was once again the stronger mind in the relationship and pushed against the attempts to ground him and shot into the sky as soon as Thallyath did. They had spent a lot of time together thanks to their foolish riders so he felt he had a good chance of understanding the way she would think and operate in a Flight.

T’ryn tripped over his own bare feet as he tried once more to fight the urges to find Casa that were leading him out his door and down the hall. He knew it was a lost cause with Syrendryth already in the air and his own desires mixing in. His last clear thought that he knew was his own had him just as confused as any other day and time when it came to wondering what he really wanted. Still, his frustration with his dragon was quite clear as he gave one final bellow, “Syrendryth!”
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Bronze Xyxyth

Date of Birth
17.06.724
Height
6'1
Eyes
Blue

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6
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78

#6
A’tay was feeling off kilter the last day or so. It wasn’t that the Weyr seemed busier than usual because extra riders had invaded for an upcoming Flight though they did add to it. There was a strange energy building with everyone being excited about it but with each passing hour his excitement faded and dread took over. He couldn’t explain it, but it felt like something bad would happen. Maybe that was simply because it was Casa and he knew T’ryn would be conflicted when it came to chasing or not. His brother wasn’t really the best at hiding his emotions and it was obvious he still had a crush on the goldrider and would want to chase her but would also be devastated if he lost--or maybe even if he won. T’ryn didn’t seem to handle winning very well either.

That was what A’tay chalked it up to and continued his lessons as normal and enjoyed the free day in their usual manner of oiling the giant beast. How could one little dragonet grow so much and so quickly? At least the rest of their class had caught up with the growth spurts, though Xyxyth was still the largest. He was nearing the end of the task which he could thankfully do without much thought now since his mind always started to wander. With all the buzz about a gold Flight, A’tay was ashamed to admit that he thought about Madiquel as a goldrider and entering her Flight. He alternated between them already being mated so he naturally would win and envisioning them much as they were now, best friends and nothing more that left him needing to fight for the victory. Actually, he didn’t like that idea too much. The thought of Madiquel caught up in a Flight made him nauseous. She was too pure for such carnal things.

Xyxyth made a ‘hmm’ as if he was thinking about it or perhaps something else entirely as he daydreamed during the oiling and A’tay eyed him suspiciously for a moment. A few months ago they were allowed to start dating again as most dragons would be able to handle such interactions and sharing their mate. Xyxyth was a pretty mature dragon but A’tay hadn’t put him to the test thanks to Madiquel going off to Healer Hall and not showing any interest in him anyway. He actually had a classmate and an Ista resident show interest in him but A’tay nearly died of embarrassment and still had the insecurities that came with being a son of R’nd, especially one that looked a lot like him, and assumed they wanted his dad and not him but he made a good substitute.

Thallyath prepares herself, A’tay was examining Xyxyth’s hide, making sure he hadn’t missed a spot while he zoned out and gave a non-committal noise of acknowledgement. Why did he care if the gold was about to Fly? He supposed it was nice to know so he could prepare for how noisy it was going to get and to make sure he wasn’t in the way of any horny men running around. Actually, he had a feeling the entire Weyr was going to be a mess. Maybe he’d go to his weyr and barricade the door. He was still boggling over the craziness of saying hisweyr, especially since he wasn’t sure if he’d stay in Ista or not upon graduating, when Xyxyth burst his bubble.

I think I will chase. It seems exciting and you seem to like the idea of it with DiDi, so why not Casa? Xyxyth stretched in such a way that A’tay knew he wasn’t joking. It looked like his dragon was preparing to go for the flight of his life and didn’t want a pesky cramp to ruin it. Still, he gawked at his dragon and waited for the punchline that had to be coming. There was no way Xyxyth was seriously considering entering the race but when he didn’t follow it up with anything other than some building lust that A’tay definitely didn’t want to be a part of, he knew he was in trouble.

“Yeah, with her not with… her!” How could Xyxyth think one equalled the other? They didn’t even look alike and definitely didn’t act alike! “Besides, it’s Casa. My brother’s ex. That’s just a complete dick move. I wouldn’t do that to him and he wouldn’t do that to me.” Well, he hoped anyway. T’ryn was also a friend of Madiquel’s and he was so comfortable and confident around her that A’tay sometimes worried that maybe they liked each other and that was why she didn’t notice his crush on her. But T’ryn was too nice for that and was too hung up on his love life issues as it was that he wouldn’t add someone else into it.

“We can’t chase! I don’t want to chase!” A’tay was starting to panic as Xyxyth made no move to back down and seemed to be tracking movement in the distance. He was seriously going to do it, wasn’t he? If he wasn’t outside, he’d swear the air was getting thin as he started to take quick shallow breaths in a building panic attack.

It’ll be fun! And Thallyath is fun and she likes us, A’tay was practically in tears as he tried to fight the lust and convince his dragon not to go. It didn’t matter that the handful of times the dragons had been together had gone fairly well—something he didn’t tell T’ryn since Syrendryth and Thallyath hated each other—because he didn’t want to sleep with Casa in any capacity.

A’tay knew the moment he lost when he heard the screech and saw the little dragon take to the sky. He still reached out a hand with a pitiful, “please don’t, Xyxyth,” even as the bronze took off galloping across the Bowl and took flight to join the train of dragons Thallyath was picking up.

He had to get away. He couldn’t be a part of this! It was a struggle but A’tay fought against the desire to seek out Casa as he walked in the complete opposite direction of where his very being wanted him to go. He felt like he was walking against the wind and doing so while drunk as he stumbled with every slow step he took. He was breathing hard and he wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, nauseous and dizzy from the blurring vision and feeling like he was in two places at once. When he finally made it to a doorway, A’tay wanted to cling to it as if that would help keep him from being pulled into the Casa tornado. He fully understood why they were taught to just give in and merge with their dragon when it came to Flights but he couldn’t do it.

Thankfully there weren’t too many people around as he felt like the flight lust and horny couples everywhere would be too much for him to fight. Still, he was silently crying from the exertion and desperate eyes sought out someone after all. He needed someone to lock him in a room—alone—or maybe knock him out. When he found someone, that was exactly what he said, or rather, begged for. He couldn’t enter this Flight and no matter what Xyxyth thought because he was a teenage boy with functioning hormones when it came to one girl in particular, A’tay didn’t want to be with anyone else and really didn’t like the idea of ending up with someone when he wasn’t in full control whether he won or lost.
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F’drel did not like gold Flights. Too many sex-desperate riders of male dragons wandering around. And gold dragons could be proddy for days — as far as he had been able to tell, Miri didn't get proddy until just a few hours before a Flight, which was much more manageable — and their presence was so strong practically everyone could feel it. It sucked.

Due to sheer luck F’drel had mostly managed to avoid being grabbed by a lust-addled Flight loser, having only been in the wrong place at the wrong time a couple of times. At least with a gold Flight it was damn obvious when it was coming and gave F’drel enough time to get back to his weyr to hide. Even today, when he had to get from the far end of the Weyr, where he had been running an errand for the Headwoman (thankfully now completed), there was still plenty of time to get to his Weyr before losers started dropping out and grabbing conveniently located people. Well, there should have been, anyway.

Someone stopped in front of him in the hallway, and for a moment F’drel froze, worried some rider didn’t care about participating in the Flight and just wanted to get some, but after a breath he recognized one of Mylorah’s brothers. The younger bronzerider, A’tay. Who was, to F’drel’s surprise, crying and asking to be locked up somewhere.

What?

It didn’t take too long for him to catch on. F’drel recognized the slightly dazed, vacant look of someone who was partially with their dragon, and considering the context it wasn’t hard to guess what his dragon was up to. And F’drel understood, far too well, why A’tay wanted to be locked up somewhere.

“Here,” he said gently, just touching A’tay’s upper arm enough to help guide him through the hallway, “you can hide in my weyr, and I won’t stay with you. You’ll be alright.” It would mean he couldn’t try to just take a nap through the Flight — if Miri’s excitement would let him — but he’d deal. There were probably still some blankets in the storage space on Miri’s ledge from one of the times R’dal had been over, he could curl up on those if he needed to. He wasn’t going to just leave A’tay stumbling around alone trying to fight off the Flight lust. He'd probably ask someone else to lock him up, and F'drel didn't trust whatever random person he found to have good intentions. He wasn’t going to stay in the room, either, but there was no way he was abandoning the kid to having sex he couldn’t remember with some random person when he so clearly didn’t want that. He was crying, and he was what, fifteen? F’drel couldn’t remember how old Mylorah had said her brother was. Had she said? It didn’t matter. He was too young and F’drel could protect him.

Thankfully his weyr wasn’t too far, and the hallways not too crowded, and F’drel managed to direct A’tay to the weyr quickly, and without having to crowd the young bronzerider too much. He was very careful to keep as much distance between them as possible — F’drel was bringing the kid to his home, after all, he wanted to be beyond clear that he had no intention to do anything more than give A’tay a space to hide in.

“Bedroom’s all yours until the Flight’s over. I’ll stay out here,” F’drel said once they were inside, pointing towards one of the two doors in his weyr. The other led out to Halomirth’s ledge. After A’tay had hurried into the room F’drel stuck his only chair under the door handle to keep it closed. For whatever reason whoever made the weyr hadn’t put a lock on the bedroom door. Considering F’drel lived alone, it was rarely an issue, but it would have been useful today. Hopefully the chair would be good enough.

F’drel sighed, shoving back the buzzing energy of the Weyr and his dragon’s own excitement at the big event — Thallyath’s first Flight! How fun! — and set about making some klah. He was going to need his comfort drink to deal with the rest of the day.
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Blue Varralath

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Varralath wasn’t the smartest blue dragon around and his attention was easily snatched up by one shiny thing to the next, but even he knew that blues didn’t chase golds. Still, there was something about this Flight that caught his attention more than any others that had happened in his short life. Mostly, it was thanks to the humans’ reactions. He could hear people around the Weyr near his own weyr—why did they call both the small homes and the large home the same thing? He asked Z’rin once but even his rider was baffled by that—were excited that the petite gold was finally flying and he heard T’ryn screaming at Syrendryth that he didn’t want to chase but it didn’t seem like the quiet bronze cared. Most importantly, though, was the reaction of Z’rin and N’mor.

N’mor didn’t care about gold Flights in general but he seemed even less enthused about this one as he did his best to come across unconcerned about it all. Z’rin was being his usual silly self, teasing his mate about the Flight and stating he’d watch on the ledge cheering Rhezalth on, knowing N’mor didn’t like women so he hated the idea of Flights. But he also wanted to show he was serious about Flights being an okay and natural part of their relationship. Their dragons had needs as well and he’d never get upset over them, even if N’mor won. Varralath felt some shame after winning Halomirth’s not too long ago but the happy couple didn’t seem to have any issues with it and he had continued to visit the friendly green from time to time.

Perhaps it was the teasing Z’rin was doing and the conversation he was quietly having with Rhezalth to urge the bronze to chase anyway since even Syrendryth was and it was fun picking on N’mor, that Varralath decided to throw traditions and expectations off the ledge. He got to his feet and stretched much like a feline after a good nap and ambled over to the ledge. Well, I can’t let the bronzes and browns have all the fun! Besides, our riders are a bit too smug with the teasing and belief they’re fine. Besides, Thallyath does shine bright, Varralath tossed out the last comment as he tracked the gold’s movement across the sky. He realised he preferred the various shades of green better but he couldn’t deny the way gold sparkled and drew the eye as he took off to give chase.

Z’rin was still laughing from the playful banter he had going with N’mor when he shivered with the wave of lust running through him. “I’ll never get used to the lust the golds stir up being as powerful as the emotions you stir in me.” Grinning with wicked intent clear in his expression Z’rin wrapped his arms around N’mor’s waist to pull him in for a kiss—a kiss that never was as he froze in the action.

“Varr? What are you doing?” The sudden tilt of the world and blurry vision were always the next things he experienced after the lust started burning in his veins when Varralath chose to give chase. But that had to be a mistake this time. No way would his dragon chase a gold and a green certainly wouldn’t give into her desires and attempt flying when Thallyath dominated the sky.

“He’s chasing. My damned blue dragon is chasing a gold! Son of a—” everything around him started to grow fuzzier as his vision tunneled and he only saw Casa and Thallyath as his immediate concern. He needed to go, he had to find Casa and show his worth and win her favour… but there was a warm body already in his arms and a conflicted Z’rin licked his lips as he struggled with his urges.
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There was no real reason for Nerreh to pay attention to gold Flights. Gossip and sordid details, sure, but you got that from other people at the end, you didn’t have to watch or get dangerously close to the action. The only reason Nerreh had given any thought at all to the impending Flight was because it was Casa and they had grown up together, kinda, so it at least registered as something that happened. She’d noticed when N’mor and T’ryn had won Flights, and Nerreh figured some of their other age-mates had started winning or being won in Flights by then, she’d just not heard of it because green Flights were hardly the same source of gossip. At least not in Nerreh’s circles.

So when Thallyath decided to announce to the Weyr it was her time to shine (quite literally), Nerreh figured she’d go to the kitchens and snag plenty of whatever dessert they had, with the assumption people were too, ah, distracted, by Thally’s Flight to go to dinner just then. She stood up from where she’d been lazing on their new weyr ledge with Faxxonth and dusted off her pants (Nerreh had cleaned the place when they’d moved in, but it had been unused for turns and there was still plenty of dust everywhere, even after Nerreh’s admittedly half-hearted cleaning), turning to give Faxx a pat on the shoulder before she headed off for food. Nerreh paused, watching her dragon, who seemed very intrigued by this gold Flight business.

“What’re you thinking?” Nerreh asked, eyeing Faxxonth suspiciously. She had a good idea what the young dragon was thinking, but some confirmation would be appreciated.

Everyone pays attention to gold Flights, don’t they, Faxx said mildly, watching bronzes and browns begin to circle around Thallyath on the ground. Nerreh snorted.

“What, you wanna show off?” Faxxonth stretched his front legs out in front of him, considering the shiny gold.

Maybe. It’d be nice to have a real reason to fly. Nerreh laughed at him. “Your reason is still showing off, there’s just another goal behind it.” Faxxonth gave his strange dragon shrug, a slight rise and fall of his wings. It’ll make a lot of people realize I’m blue now Nerreh stared at him. Oh. It would do that, wouldn't it? It was a pretty easy way to announce it, actually. Maiden gold Flight, so people would be watching, they’d see him. Not that most people would pay attention, probably, but there weren’t that many blues who chased gold, so some people would surely notice and ask who that blue was. Though for some people Nerreh doubted even seeing Faxx fly would be enough to convince them he was blue. She told Faxx as much, and he snorted.

If they prefer to think I’m a green who fancies golds, they’re welcome to do so. Nerreh laughed.

“With their options a girl on blue and a gay green, I wonder which people will choose,” she wondered, joining Faxx in watching Thallyath. She really was pretty, wasn’t she? And all those bronzes and browns were probably uncreative and boring. Oh, wait, no, there was Syrendryth. And Xyxyth? “Looks like you’ll be up against a few clutchmates, kiddo,” Nerreh said, wondering how A’tay was doing. He was a bit young for Flights still, wasn’t he? Well, Xyxyth probably knew if ‘Tay was ready or not, Nerreh supposed. Worrying about him or anyone else didn’t seem all that important just then. Flying was important. Nerreh’s vision blurred for a moment, as if she was standing slightly to her left. Where Faxxonth was, standing now and lazily stretching out. Well. This whole Flight thing was interesting.

“So, we’re really doing this?” Nerreh asked, still slightly unsure, even now that she could feel Faxxonth’s lust going through her. She hadn’t even noticed it at first, which she vaguely wondered if that was a sign she really should be getting laid if she was apparently low-level horny all the time. If she was lucky she could find a pretty Flight mothing girl and not a fellow male loser. Not that Nerreh didn’t like boys, in theory, but the idea of having sex with one — especially as part of a Flight — just felt kind of gross. What if they treated her like a girl? No. Icky. Hopefully she’d get lucky twice over instead.

I think it’s about time for my entrance. Faxxonth sauntered over to where the ledge gave way to air, flicking his tail from side to side in anticipation, eyes still fixed on Thallyath. He launched himself into the air, and as soon as his feet left the stone beneath them Nerreh was gone too, out into the halls to reach wherever Casa was.
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Thallyath screeched, the sound part challenge, and part satisfaction as the sky lit with dragons of all three colours, chasing the shimmering gold of her tail. She was too filled with the blood of her kills, and the lust that was fuelling her, to be offended by the blues and browns who thought themselves good enough to chase her. She knew – from Casa, from her own instincts – that they were not worthy, but despite this, as the flight went on, she found them far more challenging to outmanoeuvre.

The bronzes were large – many of them quite a bit larger than herself – and while Thallyath was gold, she was small, perhaps smaller than even the pre-plague golds had been. Certainly, she was far smaller than any of her golden siblings – and markedly smaller than any of the bronzes, and a fair chunk of the browns. Admittedly, and much to her chagrin, Thallyath was even smaller than the occasional blue. So, really, if one wanted to be completely logical – and Thallayth, when she wasn’t furious with lust, was a very logical creature – it was really only natural that the blues and browns would be the ones who truly ended up vying against one another for the chance to capture her as she shot through the springtime sky.

The bronzes were the first of her chases to realise they were at a disadvantage, and act rashly as a response – Thallyath shrieked and spat like a cornered feline as she twisted and zipped away from their snatching claws, most of them easily evaded though a few came closer than she cared to admit. It really wasn’t long after that that they began to fall away, much similar to when they chased a green. Too quick, too easy to manoeuvre between their larger and slower moving forms. Thallyath shrieked at them, taunting and insulting in her wordless cries. Useless. Pathetic. Unworthy!

Despite her desire to be the best and most magnificent gold to blaze through the sky, Thallyath was a maiden, but more, while she was fully grown and matured, she and Casa were prone to laziness and disinclined to fly overmuch; she simply didn’t have the physical fitness that other dragons might have, be them gold, green or otherwise. So, while her flight lasted much longer than the average green, Thallyath found herself waning as dinnertime approached, and a glance back showed her a thinned group, though it was still spectacularly colourful; the shimmering bronze hides few amongst the browns and handful of blues.

Thallyath twisted in the air, spinning around so she was above the group, looking down at them for a moment as they processed where she’d gone. She honestly had no preferences; none of them had made themselves appear to her as better than any other. Her instincts said only a bronze would be good enough – that only a bronze would produce a clutch worthy of brewing in her belly. But she didn’t care for any one of them over the other, and her options were – by now – quite slim. With another shriek, this one of pure wonton lust, Thallyath shot upwards a little more, giving the male dragons time to collect under her, and then she folded her wings and plummeted into their midst.

Okay, did a wibblywobbly time jump sort of thingy in here. So the catcher can catch and we can move along xD
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Faxxonth was having a terrific time with this whole Flight business. He’d never had to put this much effort into flying before, and it was fun. Every time a bronze or brown dropped back and abandoned the chase Faxxonth felt deeply smug. He was outflying bronzes. It didn’t matter that he’d started falling back himself after a while — Faxxonth was a talented flyer, but he was blue, and he was young. He hadn’t given up, which meant he was still better than they were; a better flyer, cleverer, more determined. Hah.

But, still, he was getting tired. The few blues left were all flagging — bronzes may have been bad at compensating for Thallyath’s agility, but they didn’t tire as fast. The browns seemed to be doing the best, more agile than the bronzes but more endurance than the blues, much to Faxxonth’s annoyance. He found most browns exceedingly dull and on principle the idea of a brown catching pretty, pretty Thallyath was distasteful. Faxxonth didn’t really anticipate winning himself — he was just here to show off, have fun, and maybe convince a few dragons and people he was blue. Didn’t mean he thought a brown should win. One of them had tried to claw him earlier in the Flight (Faxxonth had, of course, neatly dodged the swipe), because apparently browns thought the way to win wasn’t skill it was brute force and smacking the competition out of the sky. Bah. No, Thallyath was worthy of better than that. Maybe there was still a decent bronze out there? Oooh, or maybe one of the blues! That would be cool!

He wasn’t thinking of winning when Thallyath decided she was done. By then Faxxonth had fallen to the back, too prideful to give up but not capable of leading the pack of chasers. Faxxonth backwinged as the dragons in front of him stalled in confusion, avoiding the tangle of wings. A few of them bumped into each other, screeching in anger at their neighbor who dared damage their chances of winning. Imbeciles. If a little nudge was going to ruin their chances, they had none to begin with —at least according to Faxxonth’s youthful sense of superiority.

Overconfidence of his age aside, Faxxonth turned out to be well positioned when Thallyath plowed her way through her suitors. The browns and bronzes at the front of the pack got the brunt of her dive, and none of them were quick enough to grab her as she went by. Most of them were mildly stunned, either from having to beat a hasty retreat or surprise at the sudden dive, and while the others nearby floundered, Faxxonth acted on instinct, launching himself forward, taking advantage of the obvious opening the other dragons were making, not planning, just acting, and suddenly he was colliding with another dragon and oh, that wasn’t another dumb brown, that was Thallyath. He had caught her. He, Faxxonth, green-turned-blue Faxxonth, had caught a gold dragon.

He really hadn’t thought this through, had he?

Ah well. He could think later. At the moment, he had a gold dragon.
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