For the First Time

Writers: Avery, Estelle, Miriah
Date Posted: 7th December 2020

Characters: Ranni, V'rel, J'ackt, R'nar, R'fal
Description: Ranni's green Sukiith rises for the first time
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 7, day 3 of Turn 10
Notes: Mentioned: Aviday, Cyradis

Ranni

J'ackt

A shimmering green, like mist rising from a dark forest, that was the
shade of Sukiith's hide today. Ranni knew her dragon's hide very well,
she had washed and scrubbed every spec of it more than she could
count. The change in color could only mean one thing - she was close
to rising. Ranni chewed on her lip thoughtfully.

She wasn't afraid of sex, she'd had plenty of it with R'nar to know
that it could be good, but after what happend to Aviday, she was more
than a little hesitant at who might win.

**You'd better win you son of a....** Ranni thought, glaring daggers
at the bronze dragon who shared Sukiith's ledge - Iorath.

If some inexperienced oaf like R'fal won her flight.... Ranni shivered
at the thought. Or what if it was one of the older dragons. **What if
he's.... over _fifty_.** Her twenty-Turn old brain had a hard time
processing that thought. **Ugh, gross.** All she could think of was
the older men at Sunstone who had pawed at the female drudges...
**Bastards.**

As if her angry thoughts had woken the beast within Sukiith, the
green's eyes suddenly snapped open, and she hissed at Iorath before
scrambling off of the weyrledge. The green flew out over the herd of
beasts in the feeding pens and she made a bloody show of pulling one
apart.

Ranni pushed down the spiral of fear that followed the enticing wash
of lust, clenched her hands into fists, and stormed down to the Flight
Rooms. **You'd better fecking win, R'nar.**

R'nar was out at the beach when he felt the change in Iorath's mood.
}:She's rising.:{ The bronze said, answering R'nar's unasked question.
The bronzerider yanked on his clothes, over damp skin, and raced back
towards the flightrooms.

J'ackt appeared in the flightroom, just awakened after pulling an
evening watch by a lustful Zith. He rubbed at his eyes and peered at
Ranni as he took his place in the small group of men that were
assembling. It was the first mating flight that his bronze was
interested in after he and Cyradis' agreement and what he saw relieved
him. In passing he recognized her; she was weyrmated to R'nar,
Cyradis' son. They'd just had a baby. Good. If he won, she'd be
unlikely to want another so shortly after. Better for him. If he
didn't, well, then he just hoped any moth he ended up with wasn't
willing to have a child. He'd rather have the greenrider.

Zith peered down at the glowing green with steadily growing interest
as she shredded her kill. His rider's interest flowed into him,
coiling his muscles as he waited.

Marlath's eyes flicked open, his attention immediately drawn to the
sight of the green blooding her kill. He rose from his sunny ledge
atop the cliffs and spread his wings, eager to join the other males
gathering around her.

Even after all he'd done to prepare for this since Kobeth's flight,
R'fal felt a rush of fear as his lifemate's excitement and desire
filled their mind link. The green was young. What if it happened
again? He told himself it was unlikely, that it was a fluke that his
young brown had caught at all, but when he remembered the blood, the
pain in her rider's eyes, his instinct was to hold Marlath back.

But he couldn't do that forever. He wasn't even sure he could do it
now, with those powerful feelings of lust overwhelming all his
caution, which only grew stronger as Marlath glided down from the
heights and he hurried to join the other riders.

Sukiith paid no heed to the gathering males, her senses were focused
on the soft tearing of the animals flesh beneath her teeth and the
piping hot feeling of the blood that washed over her tongue. Casting
the carcass aside, the green took two steps before launching herself
upwards, her wings churning through the air as she climbed for a high
altitude.

Rymeth threw himself into the air after Sukiith. He wanted this pretty
young green. Greens were fascinating and desirable, and he hadn't
caught one yet, but he was going to, he surely would. Wily older
greens eluded him, but perhaps this time…

V'rel recognized her as someone who'd been in weyrling classes after
he was. He didn't know her well, and she didn't know him. While Rymeth
was eager to win, he had no particular investment.

Zith followed Sukiith with a burst of energy and speed, wide wings
eclipsing the other chasers. He knew greens and had learned that their
acrobatics often caused them to tire quickly; he would have to be
steady. Finally feeling his rider's real interest in winning, he
caught the air with eager sweeps of his wings. }: Lovely Sukiith, let
me take you high and fall with you.:{

Marlath's wings beat rapidly as he followed the green up, the Weyr
diminishing to a distant circle far below them, his gaze intent on her
lithe body and her glistening hide. How lovely she was! He tried to push
forward and narrowly missed a shove from an older blue, growled in
frustration and swung wide, making a determined effort to keep up with
the pack.

Slicing through the air, Sukiith was momentarily transfixed by how
easy flight felt in this moment. The burning adrenaline that coursed
through her veins made her feel as if she could fly to the very ends
of Pern itself, or maybe even to the Red Star.

Zith maneuvered himself directly behind and under Sukiith, eyes locked
on to her. Soon she would tire or dive and he'd be there to lunge to
catch her.

Rymeth saw bigger browns and bronzes who couldn't turn as fast as he
could, move through as small spaces in the pack as he could, and he used
his agility to his advantage to maneuver through the pack to get closer
and closer to her. }:You are lovely and we would fall far together,:{ he
crooned.

Out on the edge of the chasers but still determined, Marlath put on a
burst of speed in an attempt to claim a place at the head of the pack.
There was another bronze ahead, steady and powerful, and a wily blue who
followed the graceful twists and turns of the flight with agility - and
just ahead of them, the enthralling, glowing green who led them in the
chase. If only he could get closer...

There were so many flattering choices, Sukiith thought. Zith was a
bronze, there was certainly some allure there, and he was so large....
But then there was Marlath who had been flying so solidly the entire
time... Deciding that she had one last trick left in her, the green
banked hard once more to make a complete turn around, but there was
one of the suitors who was as nimble as she - blue Rymeth.

Rymeth took advantage of the fact that Sukiith had made her quick bank and come within a few dragonlengths of him. Though this was his first time actually winning, the blue's instincts took over. He surged forward to seize her as his prize, wrapping his neck and tail around hers, twining them together and throwing open his wings to slow their fall. Satisfaction surged through him. }:Your choice was good, we fall far together:{ he promised her.

Iorath's wingsails snapped against the wind as he forced himself to
turn as sharply as his size would allow. He had not expected the turn,
but had rather been anticipating she might make one last climb
instead. Before he could get back to Sukiith, Iorath could see already
that Rymeth was claiming his prize.

Zith groaned at his defeat, folding his wings to dive towards the
weyrlake to cool his heated blood. His rider stumbled away from the
flightrooms, pushing past one moth, then another, just wanting to get
away and avoid the inevitable. But then soft lips were pressed to his
and he relented, allowing himself to be pulled into a cot, as his arms
went around a soft, shapely warm body.

Dejected, Marlath circled and glided down on tired wings, following the
other unlucky males back to the Weyr. He'd hoped she might have favored
him, but the green had been too fast, too agile in that last sharp turn.
Perhaps next time...

On the ground, Ranni found herself in a pair of strange arms, fervently
kissing a pair of strange lips as Rymeth and Sukiith twined it the skies.

Exhilarated by his very first win, V'rel pressed his lips hungrily to Ranni's to claim her. He got her into his arms and stumbled with her to the flight cots, where they began to shed their clothing. He was desperate to mimic their dragons' passions. Shards, if banking the losing dragonlust with a moth or friend was good…there was nothing like _this_…

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