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27.Mar.14, 03:37 AM
One of them rises.
Rhaedalyn frowned as she looked up from the shirt she was mending. Who is what? The screech that soon filled the peacefulness of the day sent a shiver through the young woman’s body and she understood then without needing specifics. One of the other gold dragons was taking to the sky. Given the tone Aradissicath had used and how they knew the older dragons’ schedules to some degree, she knew it was one of the younger dragons.
Panic set in as Aradissicath’s mood grew sourer by the second. Her sweet girl was currently anything but and if she were a feline, Rhaedalyn had no doubt she’d see the fur standing up while the gold hissed. As it was, Xyreith earned his tail almost being nipped at as Aradissicath snarled and tried to snap her jaw on the offending bronze’s appendage. How dare he chase one of those creatures! Xyreith wasn’t technically hers but in a way, he was. They were friends to some degree and he had won her maiden flight while he barely looked at the other golds in such a light. Who did he think he was chasing after one of the rude babies that had no place amongst civilized dragons?
Rhaedalyn frowned even more as the implications finally set in and she watched from across the table R’nya clean up his paperwork before his expression seemed to go blank as the flight lust took hold. “R’nya? Can’t you ground him?” The nod she got in response indicated the bronzerider hadn’t heard her at all. The look she gave him wasn’t exactly encouraging and probably would have been aligned more with disproval. Like their dragons, she didn’t have any sort of claim on R’nya outside of friendship and that was all this was. She was a concerned friend that knew R’nya would be upset with himself for losing control and potentially bedding some goldrider.
She was jarred out of her wandering thoughts by Kahleena as her friend reminded her that all the other gold dragons had to leave the area. It was already growing to be too close for comfort with the way Aradissicath was behaving and eyeing the rival gold that shot into the sky with her trail of suitors. With a squeak and a nod, Rhaedalyn dashed over to her dragon and mounted without a care for riding straps or even her gear. There wasn’t any time for such things! Now, where to go? They were too close to the lake now with the new Weyr location so that was out. Suddenly, the image of the ledge she had sworn to avoid since finding Z’ia skydiving off Aveleth came to mind. She had no idea if it was even still there given the landslide that struck but she ordered Aradissicath to fly that way all the same.
Aradissicath was less than pleased with everything going on, including the increasingly muddled thoughts of her rider. Rhaedalyn could have a wild imagination on a good day but the gold lust was starting to sink in and focus was a thing of the past. If for no other reason, Rhaedalyn’s clear mind that wasn’t being infected by Mizeath’s dirty lust was motivation enough to leave the area. She willingly went to the designated spot and sent out a forceful request to someone else that could help keep them company while the mess over the Weyr took place.
Aveleth. We go to the ledge clearing we once found you at. Take your rider and join us. The image of the location that had survived the devastation was passed on as well in case the blue couldn’t recall what she was talking about. As Rhaedalyn trembled slightly atop the dragon as she did her best to hang on for the journey. Rhaedalyn was not prepared for this. Bring a blanket as well. The sweet dear is a bit chilled from the flight.
“I guess we wait.” There really wasn’t anything else to do except speculate on who would win and what would happen after.
Rhaedalyn frowned as she looked up from the shirt she was mending. Who is what? The screech that soon filled the peacefulness of the day sent a shiver through the young woman’s body and she understood then without needing specifics. One of the other gold dragons was taking to the sky. Given the tone Aradissicath had used and how they knew the older dragons’ schedules to some degree, she knew it was one of the younger dragons.
Panic set in as Aradissicath’s mood grew sourer by the second. Her sweet girl was currently anything but and if she were a feline, Rhaedalyn had no doubt she’d see the fur standing up while the gold hissed. As it was, Xyreith earned his tail almost being nipped at as Aradissicath snarled and tried to snap her jaw on the offending bronze’s appendage. How dare he chase one of those creatures! Xyreith wasn’t technically hers but in a way, he was. They were friends to some degree and he had won her maiden flight while he barely looked at the other golds in such a light. Who did he think he was chasing after one of the rude babies that had no place amongst civilized dragons?
Rhaedalyn frowned even more as the implications finally set in and she watched from across the table R’nya clean up his paperwork before his expression seemed to go blank as the flight lust took hold. “R’nya? Can’t you ground him?” The nod she got in response indicated the bronzerider hadn’t heard her at all. The look she gave him wasn’t exactly encouraging and probably would have been aligned more with disproval. Like their dragons, she didn’t have any sort of claim on R’nya outside of friendship and that was all this was. She was a concerned friend that knew R’nya would be upset with himself for losing control and potentially bedding some goldrider.
She was jarred out of her wandering thoughts by Kahleena as her friend reminded her that all the other gold dragons had to leave the area. It was already growing to be too close for comfort with the way Aradissicath was behaving and eyeing the rival gold that shot into the sky with her trail of suitors. With a squeak and a nod, Rhaedalyn dashed over to her dragon and mounted without a care for riding straps or even her gear. There wasn’t any time for such things! Now, where to go? They were too close to the lake now with the new Weyr location so that was out. Suddenly, the image of the ledge she had sworn to avoid since finding Z’ia skydiving off Aveleth came to mind. She had no idea if it was even still there given the landslide that struck but she ordered Aradissicath to fly that way all the same.
Aradissicath was less than pleased with everything going on, including the increasingly muddled thoughts of her rider. Rhaedalyn could have a wild imagination on a good day but the gold lust was starting to sink in and focus was a thing of the past. If for no other reason, Rhaedalyn’s clear mind that wasn’t being infected by Mizeath’s dirty lust was motivation enough to leave the area. She willingly went to the designated spot and sent out a forceful request to someone else that could help keep them company while the mess over the Weyr took place.
Aveleth. We go to the ledge clearing we once found you at. Take your rider and join us. The image of the location that had survived the devastation was passed on as well in case the blue couldn’t recall what she was talking about. As Rhaedalyn trembled slightly atop the dragon as she did her best to hang on for the journey. Rhaedalyn was not prepared for this. Bring a blanket as well. The sweet dear is a bit chilled from the flight.
“I guess we wait.” There really wasn’t anything else to do except speculate on who would win and what would happen after.
