Second time's the charm? [Open Gold Flight]

Jada and Krypth rose with the sun, each stretching out their limbs lazily and peering towards the sky in a manner which was almost contemplative. One lay indoors, tangled in sheets and blankets, and the other was settled in the dirt outside, enjoying the cool air while it lasted. There was many a reason to get up. There was! Neither of them just particularly wanted to. It was winter! While the weather was milder than in the North (Jada knew this and thus Krypth knew this and thus it was law) it was still colder than an icicle's backside. Not that Krypth noticed, truth be told; but stretched out in her blankets, Jada was not of a mind to go anywhere until she had to. You said you'd help out with the lessons today. Krypth's voice was lazy, rumbling through her Bonded's mind with a shatter. Cool and crisp as the winter breeze, Jada thought sleepily, and curled her toes against the chill matter-of-fact tone.

"I know." Her voice was husky and raw from the sore throat she was getting over. It would make sense to get up. She had so much to do. She'd piled as much on herself as she was allowed to, and then a little more for good measure. At over a turn old, Krypth and her siblings were officially Senior Weyrlings. Which was good, since there were new little Juniors running about. And lessons were starting to divide, yet it still felt...

We have lessons today as well. Krypth stood at last, stretching her long body as far as it would go. If you are going to think so loud, get out of bed. I want to go for a fly, and then you will oil me. My wings itch. Her hide shimmered a pale gold as she caught the light.

My wings itch. The words made Jada realize just how uncomfortable Krypth was. How jittery, and itchy, and... hungry. The last time that Krypth had felt that hungry had been some time ago. Almost half a turn ago, now. Jada frowned, shoving the thought away. Gold Dragons didn't Rise this soon after a clutch had been born. She had at least 3-6 more months before she would have to worry about another Flight. "Hold your Wherry." She told Krypth wearily, and glared at the floor. It was going to be cold, and her soft feet were going to freeze before she made it into her breeches.

She was right.

Toes snug in the warmest pair of shoes she was able to acquire and fingers in a poorly made pair of gloves that had been a gift, Jada stepped out to greet the day with a grumble and a kiss to Krypth's nose. "Breakfast first, then flying. Then I'll give you a quick scrub and oil before the first lessons. Sound like a plan?"

Breakfast sounds like a fantastic idea. There it was again, the rumble and the hunger; this time, the sensation was punctuated with a flash of red darting through Krypth's multifaceted eyes.

"You just ate two days ago." Jada said it slowly, mind darting. Krypth crooned to her beloved, eyes whirling. The dots were drawing nearer now. Much nearer.

Jada took a sip of klah, then another, feeling the warmth rush through her bones, brow wrinkled. Six months. Not possible.

She took another sip of klah.

Her teeth sank into the neck of a wherry, snapping it before the beast could communicate its terror to the herd.

Her fingers were nerveless, ichor pouring down her throat. Meat. Food. Hunger. So hungry.

Blood! It was a snap-thought, driven by weeks of Jada kicking herself after the last time this had happened. Blood!

Blood would not satisfy her hunger. The emptiness inside her. Ravenous, needy, she craved more than blood. She needed flesh, needed to feel full...

Blood! It was a demand, not a suggestion, and Krypth's defiant shriek rang through the Weyr as she flung the first carcass to the side, reaching for another. Ichor trailed down her long neck, and Jada wiped trembling fingers over soft, dry skin.

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Mechanics: Open to all sexually mature male dragons.

Will give a round to let the early birds prowl.