The New Weyrleader (2/3)

Writers: Sia, Len, Heather, Halyonix, Duskdog, Corrin, Avery, Suzee
Date Posted: 1st August 2024

Characters: L'val, J'nne, E'kavas, T'gyrlan, M'kayre, R'enh, I'serin, X'eri, Saibra
Description: Chioneth rises and crowns a new Weyrleader at Dragonsfall.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 3 of Turn 12

E'kavas

E'kavas felt Roquath's great brown muscles gather beneath him and then
they were airborne, hot the heels of his bronze rivals. He was not a
small brown; the lack of shimmer in his hide one of the only tells
that there was something off from him and the rest of the pack. He
veered too close to Hannasath and snapped back, snarling, and it was
only E'kavas' firm grasp on him that sent him veering out of range of
the bronze's teeth and talons. That one was the least of his
competition.

L'val swayed with visible relief as Kyverth leapt into the sky after
Chioneth. Now that his bronze had blooded and was engaged in the
actual chase and not the wait for her, his desire and need were
predominant through their bond. The single-minded desire to catch and
breed was enough to let L'val surrender to his dragon and become one
with the bronze, quieting the part of the rider-mind that could hear
the cacophony of the pack.

Being so young and rather on the smaller side for a bronze, Tribeth
kept into the air almost in the same breath as Chioneth. His wings
beat furiously to keep up with the bigger queen. He didn’t bother
wasting his breath on wooing her, he knew he’d need it to stay with
her.

}:Such an impressive group,:{ Chioneth called in a teasing sing-song
voice. }:But only one can be good enough.:{

**Quit playing,** Saibra growled. **You need to be higher in the air!**

}:So pushy,:{ Chioneth grumbled in return, but she turned herself
towards the open sky and continued to climb in altitude.

Mnoranth's song followed her as he warbled his praises for her great
beauty. He swung wide to avoid a collision and lost a bit of distance
but his wings are in prime condition and he made up the difference
easily.

Mnoranth. Chioneth considered him strongly. She could feel how
attached her rider was to his and she knew he was a fine, strong
bronze. Yes, he would be a very good choice.

}:Higher, faster!:{ Bhelth urged, and if he were human, his smile
would be all teeth and all delight and all challenge. Age had done
nothing to dim his enthusiasm for the chase, but it _had_ made him
sharper, and wiser, and more focused when it counted. }:Make me fly
until I fall!:{

Hanassath spared no effort from his flying. It was taking his all to
stay in the contest, so he flew in intense silence, his burning gaze
locked onto the golden figure in front of him.

Roquath held his own better than anyone might have expected. He prided
himself in flying as hard as the rest of them, whether it be in
Threadfall or in hot pursuit of a mate. He bullied a younger, greener
bronze away from the pack, roaring a taunt as his great wings beat
hard through the air and carried him up and after the golden prize.

Aluneth hissed disdainfully as he noticed Roquath. A _brown_ amidst
_bronzes_. The audacity! This was a flight for the worthy, not the
impudent! But he had no time to waste on Roquath. He needed to
outmaneuver Mnoranth on the next turn that Chioneth took. He could not
allow both Mnoranth and Zolinth to get there first.

Chioneth found her amusement knew no bounds as she looked back and saw
the brown still in the chase. He was the only brown dragon left in the
group of bronzes.

Mnoranth felt her eyes on him and it gave him hope while she
considered him. He was the very best bronze in the Weyr! He redoubled
his efforts and closed the distance between them.

Kohath was feeling a little indignant - indignant that a _brown_ had
hung around this long in what should have been a bronze-club-only
flight!

Kyverth went for altitude, knowing the gold would wish to be caught
high. His only acrobatics were to get out the way of the pack and set
a course away from the others, but still able to see the golden arrow.
He sent a pulse of appreciation to Chioneth for her grace and beauty,
wordlessly encouraging her to choose him.

A furious trumpet rent the air as Hanassath gave vent to his
frustration. He'd been flagging for a while now, but a feral
determination drove him on-- but even that could only last so long.
This would not be his catch. He slipped out of the pack, wheeling back
to the weyr.

Methodically, Aluneth was making his way to the front of the pack,
careful to let the less experienced dragons waste their energy with
drastic maneuvers. He needed every bit of strength, meted out
carefully, calculatingly. As another suitor dropped out, Aluneth
angled himself to outpace another competitor. His whirling eyes did
not leave the glowing hide of Chioneth once.

As the chase wore on, Bhelth's excitement narrowed down into a
pinpoint focus: _win_. He knew he was inherently worthy, he was
_always_ a winner -- he did not actually remember his losses, after
all, and he knew himself inside and out and saw himself as M'kayre saw
him: perfect in every possible way. Bhelth never backed down from a
challenge. He surged forward, eyes shrewdly seeking his opening as
another bronze dropped out, and then another. Once he had the position
he wanted, it was only a matter of anticipating Chioneth.

Roquath roared, cocky and triumphant. Here was _proof_ that there were
bronzes that were less than worthy to chase a golden queen, unable to
keep up with _just_ a brown. The adrenaline surged through him,
numbing what should have long become exhaustion bordering on pain that
would later radiate through his and E'kavas' back. He kept an eye on
those that were left, knowing full well that none of them would
appreciate a brown still hot on Chioneth's wingsails.

The energy from the blood of the herdbeasts she had drained earlier
was starting to wane. Her muscles were beginning to strain against the
high altitude and speed at which she flew. She only narrowly escaped a
young bronze who threw himself at her. }:Get out of here, pup!:{ she
snarled over her shoulder.

And that was when she collided with something solid and hard. A bronze
body. Angrily she lashed out with her talons, gouging the tender belly
of the bronze who had dared get in her way.

As she backwinged from the offending dragon, a bronze neck lassoed
around her own and she found herself thoroughly caught against the
winner's body.

As Tribeth roared his disappointment, J’nne turned away from the
Flight scene and mopped his brow. His hand shook as he brought it to
his forehead and then to his mouth. It was much, far too much for the
young man. This was so much more intense than any greenflight he had
been involved in. Not really knowing what to do or how to get out of
the room, he felt for a hand and allowed himself to be led away by
someone far more eager than himself.

Mnoranth screamed in pain, surprise, and frustration as he missed the
catch and fell away wounded. Momentarily he tumbled through the sky as
he watched another claim his prize. Finally, he regained control and
dove into the lake at the top of the Weyr.

R'enh on the ground snapped out of the flight lust and ran toward his
injured lifemate. **Get out of the water and go to the infirmary.
W'ser must look at you.**

}:Yes:{ the dejected bronze agreed and lifted out of the water gliding
to the dragon Infirmary.

Kohath had nearly gotten caught up in Mnoranth's entanglement with
Chioneth. He sped away from the flight, happy that it hadn't been him
who was injured.

Kyverth saw her straining and surged forward to catch her, but the
young bronze got in his way. He roared in disappointment as he saw the
queen ensnared by another. Though at least he had not been the
wounded one! He began the arc home to the Weyr, intending to slake his
desire with cool water.

L'val was knocked from the close dragon-bond with Kyverth's loss, but
without the shield of the fusion, suddenly his awareness expanded to
feel not just Kyverth's agitation at loss, but the other losing
bronzes and their moods, and the queen still well in hearing. The need
to claim, to catch, the frustration of the loss, echoed in him,
driving him, and all he could think about was slaking it. Stumbling
out the flightweyr, he barely saw the person who laid a pair of hands
on him, coaxing him off to the side.

On the ground, Saibra found herself caught up in someone's
arms, her vision blind with lust as she pulled the body down with her
onto the bed.

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