A Cold and Rainy Flight

Writers: Chelle, Len, Miriah, Paula, Suzee, Yvonne
Date Posted: 21st December 2014

Characters: G'wen, P'nal, Sh'lua, M'shan, Ma'din, D'arvn, O'rab
Description: Neath picks the wrong sort of day for a Flight.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 10, day 15 of Turn 7

Ma'din

D'arvn

Teeth chattering, small form huddled into his coat, G'wen watched as
Neath screamed her intentions to the male population of Dragonsfall.
Of all the days_why_would she pick the one that was horizontal rain
with a chill that seemed to settle right into G'wen's bones? And this
just after an all-day drill getting ready for 'Fall tomorrow. All he
wanted to do was get out of his soaking riding leathers and slip into
a hot bath. But no, Miss Green Thing out there had other ideas.

Slapping the riding straps against his side to get his blood moving,
G'wen gave her one more look over his shoulder and quickly walked
towards the Flight Rooms. If this was going to happen, at least he
might be able to get inside before flight lust took over and he found
himself naked out in this weather.

The boys would know where to find him.

As loud as she was, Jodeth would have heard her anywhere. The brown
had chased her before and had been usurped and he didn't plan on it
happening again if he could help it. He answered her call and then
made his way to where she was. Hatched at Dragonsfall, the brown was
no stranger to the cold and rain and had flown many times in weather
such as this. It would be harder to follow the quick green, but he
would manage. With the rain dripping off of him, the heat of his hide
made little bits of steam as it hit. His ichor boiled with need as his
eyes began to whirl faster with the mating lust.

Slipping on his heavy coat that he'd fashioned himself, P'nal sighed
and walked down to the cots, not even checking who it was yet since he
knew he'd find out eventually anyway. Either way, he wasn't stopping
Jodeth so he knew better than to argue. The tall Wingsecond tied his
hat around his head and mumbled something about wet and cold.

}: Mine, minee, minee! :{ Galerith declared and headed towards the
green. He nearly bounced with excitement.

** Act any more eager and they'll think you're a Hatchling instead of
27 turns old, experienced blue,** Sh'lua scolded. ** Who is it this
time?**

}: Neath!:{ Galerith replied, completely ignoring all reprimands and
dignity.

**Oh, then I understand. There's a flight I would love to win.**
Sh'lua broke out to jog. He didn't want to be late from this one.

"Faranth, what a weather! Can't we pass this one?" M'shan cursed when
his feet slipped on the wet ground. The melting snow didn't made it
any better. Whole Weyr seemed to be covered with slush.

}: NO! I will have her! :{ Juth was adamant. The young brown wanted to
catch more greens.

G'wen caught the young brown rider's eye when he came into the Flight
room. M'shan looked--if possible--even colder than he felt. It would
only be polite to throw a blanket his way, so M'shan could wrap up
before things got hot and heavy. What G'wen didn't mean to do was
overreach on his aim, and plow the heavy blanket right into the poor
brownrider's head and some others behind him.

"Opps, sorry!" Not the most graceful way to begin a flight.

M'shan's reply was fortunately muffled by the blanket. When he got it
pulled off his face, he gave the greenrider an angry glare.

G'wen clamped his hand over his mouth and looked mortified. **Neath,
no browns today, got it?**

}:Says you!:{

Sh'lua chuckled and gave his brother a pat in the shoulder. "You
didn't want to catch him anyways. He's my type."

Ignoring the shenanigans, P'nal came inside and found a spot next to
an empty cot. The brownrider didn't take off any of his clothing just
yet. It was colder than a snowball on bare skin and he didn't need to
freeze prematurely. As it was, he was looking forward to the draconic
connection since Jodeth's boiling blood would warm his up.

A moment later another body joined the group. O'rab grinned at G'wen
and winked, the edges of his neat black beard already rimed with a
touch of frost. "Hey, G'wen."

Yet another brown appeared a short time later in the group that peered
at Neath with lusty interest. Aznith's gaze was steady and resolute as
he watched the green, his muscles coiled for the moment she would take
flight.

Ma'din strode into the flight room, bundled in his flight gear. Sharp
blue eyes flicked over G'wen, a brow quirked and he took his place,
unconcerned with the potential rivals in the room.

As often happened D'arvn was delivering dispatches from Riverbluff and
Falzeth decided to chase a local green. The bluerider was a little put
out because of the weather but made his way to the mating cots and
stood chafing his arms against the cold. At least the rider was
familiar and he lifted his chin in acknowledgement of G'wen.

The small greenrider nodded to the ones that caught his eye. It paid to be
polite, after all and most of the men were friends. He moaned with relief
when Neath sprang into the sky, please more with the prospect of getting
warmed up and out of these wet clothes than with mating, yet. And he would
have begun, only his fingers slipped at the very first button of his coat,
slick as it was with the rain, and the leather swollen. **Great, just
great**

Neath had no such problems. Hers was seeing well enough to really get away
from the males. For the first time, she regretted not being as nimble and
fast as her other green sisters.

Galerith made a loud call and sprang up to the air after her. The blue was
full of determination.

Juth was equally determined, but bit slower in getting to the air.

Arruinth sprang after Neath silently, not wasting his breath in the
chill air on calling his intentions out for everyone to hear. Actions
were better than noise. On the ground, O'rab raked his gaze across
G'wen, very obviously imagining stripping him of his huge wet coat in
anticipation of a win.

P'nal, on the other hand, tended to practical matters by starting a fire in
the grate before his mind was completely gone. The brownrider worked
quickly and soon had at least some heat going. The happy/unhappy
couple wouldn't have to wake up freezing at least. Standing up and
wiping his hands on his coat, he felt Jodeth's pull get stronger. The
brown was chasing now, no question. Neath was ahead of him but the big
green wasn't quite that fast and the brown had larger wings to carry
him toward her.

}:Will I win again?:{ Jodeth thought to himself, thinking of all
beauties he had caught and loved in the past turn. This one had eluded
him so far and he wasn't going to allow it again, especially with
these interlopers thinking themselves worthy.

Aznith rose swiftly to chase, focus centered on the little green ahead
of him. Wide wings gained purchase in the chase, but he held back from
using all of his strength. This little green was wily and acrobatic.
It would do little good to waste energy at the present.

Ma'din too held back. Men were not normally to his taste, so he waited
until Aznith's mind overwhelmed his own before he presented himself to
the circle.

G'wen had no such trouble. His mind was well and truly locked into
Neath's. He was the giant green, dogging the males and gaining height
as the heavy rain sliced off her hide. Despite the weather, she wasn't
about to be caught any time soon, not if she could help it! She called
in her brassy voice to the males behind her.

Jodeth answered her call and inside the cot, P'nal roared with him,
the noise echoing off the stone walls. The brownrider felt his skin
heating up from within, despite the cold. He was the dragon, strong
and virile. He was the one who wanted her. He could see her, there, up
ahead! }:Come to me, little pretty. I will take you in violence but
will leave you in warmth:{ Indeed, the fire in his belly was
threatening to overtake him if he did not have her.

Falzeth wove quickly into close pursuit. He was quick, strong, and
confident against the slower browns and bronzes. He began to steadily
woo the glowing green.

Neath climbed high into the sky. No matter how high she went though,
she couldn't get away from the driving rain which was beginning to make
her miserable. It was time. Looking around, she spotted several blues and
a few browns, along with one bronze who she couldn't stand. So bronze
was out today. Blue she had had more than once, just to please her G'wen.
So today was her day, and today would be brown.

She dropped her wings and veered into the path of Jodeth. }:You're
mine!:{ she called out.

Roaring his triumph, he wasted no time in capturing her, pulling her
to him with a jolt before wrapping his prize and claiming her as they
fell. The wind buffeted his wings as they wrapped around them, hiding
the writhing dragons inside. Jodeth took all the time he could before
it was time to stop the fall.

Inside the cot, the brownrider who had stood on the fringes of the
circle advanced. His legs were very long and ate up the distance
before G'wen had a chance-as if he would run. P'nal picked him up and
carried him off, not seeing the greenrider for what he was. All he
knew was **Mine, mine, mine** and he would prove that ten times over
if it was needed.

Galerith roared with disappointment when she claimed someone else as her
mate.

Falzeth arced away and returned to the weyr to retrieve his rider for
the trip home.

Last updated on the December 23rd 2014

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