Niaeth soars to the sky over Southern Weyr.
Niaeth has left.
In the northern sky, Niaeth flies over from Landing Field at Southern Weyr.

Iesath> Brageth returns to his slurping and sucking, only to find that the blasted beast is drained. Tossing it idly aside, his claw trips a wherry, sending it tumbling towards him. WIth a deft slice, the creatures neck is cut open, and his tongue lips out to lick it up.

K'tor's tone is steady, eyes only for Aura. "Yes. Blood only, Aura. You'll do fine." Though the tone is steady and calming, the hot look he turns on the greenrider is anything but.

Iesath> Niaeth soars over from the sky above.
Iesath> Niaeth has arrived.

Nareisa blinkblinks. "Blood?" eek.

D'len puts no stock in age at this point, but simply watches Auralia, not saying a word to the rider, letting her worry. It's good for her... She needs to learn on her own, not have bronzeriders tell her what to do... even though he's a bronzerider. His eyes watch Ies...Auralia

Auralia shakes her head, "No! No! No fish Iesath. I don't have time for this." She pauses, and then cries out, "Come on! We'll get fish. Nice fish. And then you don't have to do this horrible blooding stuff. And people will stop looking at me!" Blood, Nariesa. Blood.

Th'one stands in front of the rider, eyeing her up and down. His eyes measure every curve on her body as he calculates in his mind. "Be calm, rider. It will all be over soon enough..." His voice betrays the lust his lifemate is feeling, and his eyes dart at the other riders just as a growl escapes the lips of Brageth.

Iesath> Iesath is a child, and a child forbidden what she wants most. Fish. She wants fish. But beasts it must be. She swoops again, this time finding herself with a rather scrawny beast on her hands. She doesn't bother to get a closer look, tossing it over to the side with the blooded carcasses she has already done away with. She is not going to have anything inferior. She reaches out a talon, and nabs a young buck, disemboweling it with a single flick of that talon. A slight *clunk* resounds as she drops it on the ground, scaring a group of young herdbeasts that weren't already running around in circles with their fear. With another mighty roar, she lowers her head, the blood dripping down the perfect wedge shape and onto the ground below.

Iesath> Blood trickles from the corner of Spyrith's muzzle as he turns his head from the ruined beast, slashing out one last time for a wherry fen stumbling too close. Caught by the head, beast is led in and dispatched in natural gruesome fashion. Blood splatters, but enough remains for the bronze to drain from still thrashing creature. Wings rustle against its back, and then fall silent, as at last he lifts his head, waiting. Tongue flicks out, once, to trace the blood smears left 'pon muzzle, drawing the last reminents into his mouth.

K'tor pauses and then his hands reach out, stopping just short of Auralia, something triggering in the former weyrling wingleader's forebrain, where reason still has some purchase. "She *must* blood, Aura. If she eats, she won't fly high enough to mate and they'll both be killed." His tone is still firm, almost calm, though grey-green eyes are intent on Auralia's face.

Iesath> Niaeth swoops down to the feeding grounds, taking an unusual interest in Iesath. Pretty green. Glowy green. He snorts in her direction, before, casual as anything he swats out a forepaw, and it slices through a beast's throat. As the blood flows, he snakes out his tongue to catch the first drop before it hits the ground, and then his jaws clamp onto the throat, almost sucking the blood out from his victim.

Auralia takes a step back from K'tor, shaking her head, crying out, "She can't! You can't, Iesath! Blood it, silly dragon." K'tor's words obviously get through to her, as an older rider suggests to her, "Move on to the guest weyr?"

D'len just crouches there, watching the rider, watching Auri mesmorized by her actions. He swallows slowly, his mouth, once sufficently moist, now harboring no saliva wet enough to keep it from being parched.

Nareisa runs her fingers through her hair, looking nervously at Kat. Her expression says 'help?' although she makes no move to grab his attention. She wraps her arms around her. Eek.

Iesath> Albanth seems to have none of the concern his mate faces. Instead he reaches for a third beast. This time, a fat, slow herdbeast, bawling in terror from the scent of blood and the dragons swaming around it. It is neatly, economically dispatched with a blow that ends the creature's terrified calls. The bronze's maw bends to the beast, comet-streaked wings already half spreading in anticipation of the green's flight.

Th'one follows, intrigued by the greenrider, and coming, surprisingly, at a safer distance.

Iesath> Iesath hs had enough of this blooding thing, this being oggled by men, so she raises herself high on her backlegs, and *pushes* herself upwards, her wings outstretched to gain the best posible start she can. Reaching for the sky, she leaves another buck dying on the ground when it comes in contact with *her* backleg. How silly of it.

Iesath> You fly toward the open sky above.

D'len follows the rider willingly...

Auralia sits down on the floor, shaking her head madly as she crosses her legs, and then uncrosses them, unthinking, unable to do anything as her lifemate takes to the skies. "Up! Iesath. Go on." She shudders softly, shivering even in the heat, "Don't like it here."

Nareisa almost looks like she's being pushed there unwillingly. She just hugs herself and looks miserable.

K'tor follows along, jaw tightening at the riders that have cut off his path to Auralia. he comes in nearly at the back of the pack, where his bronze instead is at the front, born there by surprising speed. Taking a deep breath, and wiping the first beads of sweat from his brow, he leans against one of the walls of the hut.

With her lifemate just now taking to the skies, Auralia stands up, and walks around the room, one foot encased in a mouse slipper, the other bare where the
slipper was lost in the confusion. So far having been fairly quiet, at least here in the Guest Weyr, the greenrider begins to speak, "Hate this place. Not like home. Wanna go home." SHe's back in complaining mode, the five year old taking over once more. No worries about waht is usual, she annoucnes, "Going home." As her lifemate rises further in the skies, the rider marches out of the guest Weyr, towards her own cottage, a trail of riders already forming behind her.

(Travel Spam deleted)

Iesath> Iesath is free! She soars over the Weyr, speed and agility showing through in her movements. She is a fast green, and she shows this off for those behind her, while secretly her mind is more set on escape than anything else. She pulls her wings in sharply to zoom ahead, then letting her wingsails re-fill themselves with the cool breezes to give her more control as she sails on. Once she has reached the level that flights are usualy on, she makes a sharp bank, heading towards the ocean as if that was the most normal thing in the world. The sky above the feeding grounds is obviously not right for her.

Iesath> Lightning streaked form is lightning fast, and Spyrith quickly pulls towards the front of the pack, his long broad wings of searing bronze, translucent and shimmering with what light the green spares, beat in strong rhythym, carrying him silently through the dragon-filled sky. His body pulls up, over the rest of the suitors, as bronze takes a parallel course to the flight. Silence reigns as hunter stalks the sky, chasing the prey with all his skill of so many turns. Closer and closer he strives to pull to that emerald, that brilliant beauty, that Iesath, all while beats his wings harder and harder, stretching his neck out as he pursues the green that rises into the sky before his very eyes, whirling a lustful royal as the image of Iesath beats within his viens that fuels his desire and burns with the summer's heat. His muscles crack and pop
beneath the oiled bronze hide as the wings pump up and down, up and down, and he plunges upward into the clouded sky, the green, a reflection in his eye, even when her sight is blocked from his.

Iesath> In the southern sky, Niaeth up up and aways! He bugles a defiant challenge to the swarm of blues, browns and bronzes around him. Take that, you! Just to prove he can he manouvers closely to a brown, and wings right in front of him. Aha! Now for the green! Was she watching?

Iesath> In the southern sky, Albanth takes advantage of his surprising burst of speed, winging strongly after the glowing malachite star that fires his soul. Green-dusted wings pump the hot air unceasingly, blurring into comet-trail of motion. He loses a bit of ground as he turns, heading towards the coastline.

Iesath> Brageth springs aloft, in hot pursuit of this lovely, glowing greenwho suddenly is all he desires. Croooning softly, he pumps his wings, urging them to go faster, swifter, surer. He swerves and tries to cut off the other males, hoping, wanting for another sight of the green sprite, the sun itself.

Auralia sits herself down on the messy couch and wails, shaking her head, "Up Iesath! Go on! You're too low, too low, they'll catch you!" Oh wait, no they won't, "They'll never catch you. Never, ever ever!"

K'tor manages to find himself firmly in the middle of the pack, grey-green eyes glazed with the shock of moving, though the draw after the greenrider was a powerful enough lure on its own. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, and settles against the yellow door.

Th'one licks his lips once more, trying desperately to rid himself of this dry mouth. Tilting his head for a better look, his eyes, like daggers, run over Auralia's body. With much of his dragon's behavior, he states, "Someone will catch your beautiful green 'mate....I..." his voice trails off into a low muttering.

D'len moves to lean against a wall and miscalculates, slamming into the wall. He doesn't feel it though, slipping down into a heap on the floor, watching Auralia.

A Honshu brownrider shoves a few things off one of the chairs, sitting himself down as he watches. Auralia shakes her head, "No they won't. Never!" And thats that.

Iesath> Iesath lets her wingsails fill with the breeze that always locates itself over the ocean, rising higher in a perfect spiral as if it is the Dawn Sisters themselves that she reaches for. But there is more than just height up her sleeve, as she twists downwards, pulling in her wings so that she simply zooms down towards the water, at such a speed as it looks like she won't be able to stop in time. One of her clutchbrothers, a pine hided brown, lets out a mighty roar, and swoops after her, trying to keep her from ending up in the ocean, and win her at the same time, but she is too fast, and speeds on unperturbed.

Iesath> Spyrith watches the taunting tail, only fueling the desire that wells up within his very being. He beats his mighty wings once, then twice, then three times, catching a thermal which shoots him high into the air like a streak of bronze lighting, trying hard to strike the lovely green cloud that shines in his whirling violet eyes. His heart beats with a love, perhaps lust of wanting, feeling, needing of the verdent queen that is the source of his every movement, every thought, every action and desire. Spyrith tips a wing and spirals through a cloud of blues emerging and catching yet another thermal, trying to close the gap between him and the rising star. He does not waste his energy on croons or warbles, knowing full well that the lovely green knows that she is the star and desire of every male dragon in the sky, for he who does not give chase has no taste in that which posesses beauty, which Iesath is in surplus of. He beats his wings a few more times, stretching his neck and tail as much as possible to try and slip through the other male dragons, like an arrow shot from the ground to pierce the star that rises.

Iesath> Niaeth bugles once again as he tries to get the attention of the lovely green in front of him. This time the call is less of defiance, and more seductive. He follows her intricate movements, but with a sense of self-preservation as yet virtually unexplored, his mimicking is only a pale shadow of her acrobatics. Thus he never gets so close to the water, keeping aloft, and waiting... waiting... she must rise again, must she not?

Iesath> Albanth is not fooled by the antics of the glowing malachite orb that so fires his ichor. She is far more maneuverable than he. She will rise again, just as the sun always comes over the eastern mountains. As the first brown tumbles, the first sacrifice to her magnificence, he pushes emerald-kissed sails faster, instead concentrating on staying above her and not losing ground. His comet streaks through the sky, burning for the beacon below him.

Auralia shivers again, the couch on either side of her empty. Because no one's bold enough to sit next to her, see. Her breathing is laboured, and she shake her head slowly, finding no words for what she feels now.

Iesath> Brageth feels a slight draft under him and rises instead of falling. But this was his intention. He tries to vault himself farther along in the pack, rising above. His head, like an arrow, looks straight downward, his gaze on the glowing beauty below. His wings pump faster and faster to where he seems to be a bronze rocket, coursing through the sky.

D'len watches her, an almost pained expressionon his face as his eyes dialate and then focus with his constant communications with his lifemate througout the
flight.

Th'one keeps his mutterings to himself now, somehow knowing she wouldn't welcome them. His eyes continue their watch on her, jaw set, determined expression.

Iesath> Iesath tricked them there; just at the last minute pulling her wings out, and turning so that she is parallel to the water, so close that her wingsails can almost touch the water as she powers forward. The winds are stronger here, and she falters a little, getting tossed from side to side in a way that she does not like in the least. She is slower, trying to keep herself stable, and therefore able to keep herself out of the way of those silly blues, browns and bronzes that seem to think they are able to catch /her/, but still faster than most of them, they having the same problems that she does. But the winds are good for someting, as they give her a boost upwards, as she reaches once more for the skies.

K'tor remains where he is, leaning against the yellow door. The bronzerider seems to take some comfort in the bright color, which contrasts in nightmarish form with his bright red hair. He leans his head back against the wood, watching Auralia with stormy eyes.

Iesath> Spyrith revels in the wind. Snwey bronze muscles seem to glow in the starlight as powerfull translucent wingsails pull the huge bronze through the air. Twisting and turning to use every breeze and draft the pursuing dragon watches with admiration as the glowing green beauty uses the wind of Igen as skillfully as he.

Nareisa paces up and down, up and down nervously. "Oh Faranth," she mumbles to herself. "Faranth, Faranth, Faranth."

Iesath> Niaeth tries to keep up with Iesath, but above her. Surely no dragon can mate that close to the water? Sometime, she will have to rise, and he will be there. Meanwhile, he exerts some of his precious energy for a display of aerial acrobatics of his own.

Iesath> Albanth waits, watching, calculating the thermal as the bright malachite stone of his desire rises. Perhaps, if he judges it just right, and his timing is perfect... just Perhaps she will rise into his emerald-kissed wings. It is too much to be hoped for. Instead, he concentrates on watching her, violet eyes intense, wings beating the air in near silence. He cuts across above a blue, gambling on the thermal that brings his desire closer to him. Neck and tail are the only sounds, screaming through the air as he reaches for her, expending all his youthful energy in the gambit. The comet must not fail and quench his fire in the uncaring ocean!

Iesath> Spyrith spirals after the green, his limbs outstretched to grab at her body, his long amourous tail and silky smoothe neck straining to entwine themselves around her sensuous being, make her his, and himself hers in everyway possible. His eyes whirl a loving and yet lustful violet of complete and utter release as he tries
to catch this star, this star that would make every dream of his come true, and hopefully every one of hers, his large wings aching to hold her close.

Iesath> Brageth croons invitingly to the glowing form under him. Diving through the pack, he's an arrow, honing in on the green. His wings flap out suddenly when he'sunderneath the pack, closer to the green. Extending his legs, his talons flew with a yearning. He croons softly, tenderly, invitingly, and very sensualy. He catches a small draft but comes ever closer to -his- green. -He- shall twine necks with her.

Iesath> Iesath obviously didn't realize how fast those winds would push her, and even with her wings outstretched, she can't seem to control herself any more than when she was so close to the water, and she now pummels upwards, and then is pushed back downwards, falling, and yet still at breakneck speed. Her eyes are once again, or have they always been like that? red, and spinning fast with her distress, and her inability to keep herself from falling. Her wings flail, and she lets out a mighty roar, andthen another as she finds herself smacking right into one of her foes. *smack*. But her anger subsides almost right away as her mind and body join her captors. Albanth's.

Auralia is still perched on the couch, fully enthralled in her green, "Look out! Higher! Lower!" and the she screams as her lifemate falls, the screams echoing through the cottage, as she falls, letting K'tor catch her as Albanth catches Iesath.

Iesath> Albanth twines his neck and tail quickly about the body of his delight, wide wings snapping wide to support her. Now that he has obtained her full attention, he croons soothingly to her, eyes pure violet light.

K'tor lunges past the bodies of the others, reaching Aura and having to push bodies out of the way to do so. He catches her just before she hits the floor, and then lowers her the rest of the way.

Iesath> I bespoke Albanth with << So maybe you can do what you want. >>

Dragon> Iesath senses that Albanth's ice-touched baritone is surprisingly gentle,
<< We will do what *we* want. >>

Nareisa blinkblinks, lets out a long sigh. Relief maybe? And just wanders off in a daze.

(OOC - For Kat and Aura, some time later. For actual time, right after)

Auralia rolls over on the couch, blinking as she opens her eyes, finding
herself next to someone else...finding herself next to Kat? Blink.

Cherass> >> N'all has no problem, he just upends a wineskin into his mouth.

<Southern Weyr> Daysia snorts.

K'tor is still sound asleep, hair touseled every which way. No sheets cover him, and his tall form looks rather squeezed on couch next to her. one arm is gently draped over her waist, legs curled up against her.

Auralia rubs her eyes, looking blank. Completely blank. Not shy or anything, suddenly, just curious. And then. Blink. Oh yeah. She watches Kat silently for a few moments, feeling his warm flesh against hers and shivering lightly. Ohyeah,ohyeah, ohyeah.

The shiver seems to have roused him lightly, at last to half wakefulness. He curls closer, nuzzleing the shoulder closest to him and blinking open hazy, sleepy grey eyes.

Auralia falls back again, her arms wrapping around Kat ever so gently, letting him rest against her, without saying a word.

K'tor mms softly, pressing a kiss on that shoulder and then manages to get his eyes fully open. His tone is soft as he asks, "How do you feel?"

Auralia's voice is soft, but a little shaky, "Er, I'm...I'm alright." Quite obviously, she doesn't know what to say.

K'tor's eyes are surprisingly gentle as he reaches up to smooth back a lock of hair. His tone is softly amused, "Just alright? Faranth's knees, woman. I thought for sure he'd crash into the ocean."

Auralia lets out a yawn, and a light giggle, watching you through big eyes, "It was...amazing. Different. I didn't know what to expect. About anything."

K'tor mms softly, stroking a light finger across her jaw. "I hope we didn't disappoint you two?"

Auralia leans across, kissing you softly, shaking her head, "Never! At least, not for me." Her eyes unfocus for a moment, and she adds, "And Iesath's perfectly fine, wrapped around Albanth and all. She's happy."

K'tor chuckles, drawing you close. "I think it's more the other way 'round. And I doubt he'll move for most of a sevenday, unless forced." He nuzzles your temple.
"And I'm rather content, though this couch is too small for me." He grins and adds slyly, "Though that gives me a perfect reason to curl up closely."

Auralia giggles into your chest, kissing you again softly, "You're probably right. She's not big enough." She cuddles close, "Close is fine, unless you want more space?"

K'tor chuckles softly, "Right now, more space is definately not on the list." He nuzzles your temple again and asks, "You're not... ah... confused or anything about last night?"

Auralia pauses, almost drawing back slightly, and finaly replying, "Yes and no. But at the moment...I don't think it matters." She leans forward again, kissing you once more, "Its just something I'll have to get used to."

K'tor nods slowly. He says quietly, "If you want to talk about it, I've got a pretty good ear."

Auralia shakes her head, "I'm alright. Really I am." She doesn't look comfortable with talking. But then, thats Aura all over, isn't it?

K'tor nods and doesn't push it, instead curling you closer and wrapping a leg with yours. "I won't force you to talk. But I'm here if you need me. For anything." He says nothing more for the moment, instead letting his warm skin soothe far better than words.

Auralia shivers again, and nods, holding you tight, not saying anything for a moment before beginning, softly, "It was my first time. Both flight and...after flight. I guess I wasn't used to it, or something. I've never felt emotions like that before." Guess she only needs to have the opertunity.

K'tor ahs softly, gently smoothing your hair. He says quietly, "It's always confusing, the first time. For some it's painful. I hope you're not sore? Emotionally or physically." His tone is caring and concerned.

Auralia looks up into your eyes, shaking her head, "Only a little bit. Not as much as I would have expected." She's being open. Wow, this /is/ a change.

K'tor smiles softly and murmurs, "I hope you won't mind, but I'm glad I was the first." He is quiet a moment and then says, "It's very different when dragonroused. I'm not always in control - Albanth tends to run with the bit in his teeth, so to speak."

Auralia shakes her head, "I don't mind at all. You know what you're doing," a slight understatement perhaps, "Which is more than some people I know."

K'tor mms softly and suggests, a trifle shyly, "If you wanted to see what it was like when you weren't dragonroused... I don't have anything planned for the rest of the day. Tr'bor will excuse me from sweeps, I think."

Auralia pauses, looking down at nothing in particular, and then, nodding, softly, "Please? I think Kinoa would do the same.".

K'tor murmurs softly, "Besides, they're not going anywhere anytime soon." 'They' is apparently Albanth and Iesath, though this doesn't seem to be as important as his mouth gently covers yours.