a jewel in the sky [Rylath's 2nd Rise]

[tovaana]

T2761 P10 T6 M10

(Rylath's second Rise - first in normal time)
Mid-day

Weyrling Muze :: Green Rylath

“Wow, you look like a jewel.”

That’s a lovely thing to say. The green said wistfully, stretching out in the grass. They had started at the lake for a cleaning and then migrated a few strides away for the oiling. Muze was very grateful that her green seemed to be done with her growth spurts. Still, she cleaned and oiled perhaps a little more than regularly, since her lovely speckles were so good at hiding dry spots and Rylath was too…nice to bother Muze about anything. It seemed the longer they were bonded the closer they were, but also the more practiced Rylath had become in hiding certain details from her if she thought they would bother her rider.

She used a sleeve to wipe her forehead from the exertion of oiling her dragon. She stepped back to take in the whole of her dragon that was stretched out on her side, eyes half lidded, eyes whirling a myriad of blue, green, and tinged with the slightest crimson hue. Muze watched the eyes with a gnawing feeling in her stomach. Was it hunger? Or feelings that were spilling from her dragon? The green had been quieter than usual, and for a while Muze didn’t pay much heed, until she passed a certain blue rider a few days ago and remembered with vivid horror the last time Rylath had started to act strange. She had prepped her weyr accordingly, with towels and a small storage of fruit that she cycled through, a few pieces of bread that disappeared daily since her green found her stash.

All the precautions came from the last time… it had happened. Now, she knew… sort of what to expect. After the talk with Haella and having some time to herself to think about her life as a rider, she realized it was just something… she’d have to get used to. Perhaps… one day she’d find her lordling rider that would sweep her off her feet, but that just wasn’t her reality anymore. She was a dragon rider! If she was going to be the best green rider ever, she couldn’t be ashamed of any aspect of being a dragon rider, especially something so natural to her green.

Still, it didn’t help her nerves. Nor her heart rate that seemed to be picking up. Oh wait. Rylath lifted her head and looked at Muze and Muze shook her head, taking a step backward, then toward the Weyr entrance, and then stopped and turned toward the lake. She was filthy. She didn’t have time to go down to the bathing caverns – what if she didn’t get her clothes on fast enough? She didn’t want to be wandering the Weyr naked! And all the chasers’ riders? She gulped and shook her head, running at the lake, forgetting to take her clothes off as she jumped in. It was cold. “Shells!” She gasped, gritting her teeth as she dunked herself a couple more times and rubbing herself down. But her clothes! Maybe if she got to her weyr in time…

And as she started wading out of the water she saw her gem green push off into flight. It was a gradual growing thing in her stomach and mind. She heard and felt her green’s mind inviting and pulling her with her. No! Not yet! But while she was new to being a rider, she knew there was nothing she could do but run. Her feet flew, half to hurry and half to keep herself warm, her body shivering from the wet clothing that clung uncomfortably to her skin. Maybe, just maybe she’d be able to change into some dry clothes… but by the time she finally made it after wildly racing to her room, she was drawn into her happy green that was rolling through the air, bugling and inviting chasers alike to come with her, she hardly noticed the chill and damp hair. 

OoC// I’d like to do something kinda fun instead of just randomizing the flight. I’m gonna play with the idea that blues would have a better chance to catch than a brown or bronze (and brown more than a bronze), maybe play with agility speed of the dragons. For now just gonna to a variant of Zen’s color system for added “luck” +0-3 Really it’s just a normal chase, but you choose a color for each round, people can choose the same shade of red if you want. The colors will be assigned randomly 0-3 each round so they'll be different each round. 

Ruby
Sangria
Crimson
Scarlet

[kevna]

Siorreya - Green Amagetith

Siorreya was on her bed, laying on her stomach, legs in the air and crossed. She was chewing on a dried fruit, one hand playing with her wispy blonde hair, the other thumbing the pages of the manuscript she was reading about thread. Amagetith was sleeping. She had partaken in a large meal that morning and was sleeping it off. The trumpeting instantly awoke the green.

It is time to go mine.

Siorreya raised her eyebrows. “Really? Muze and Rylath, huh?” She took a moment to remember the passion of their last flight, and her toes curled. She pursed her lips, then nodded. “Okay, fine.” She rolled off the bed, and Amagetith immediately moved to leave. Siorreya moved to leave, exiting the entryway. She was heading down the hall when Muze passed her, in a daze, soaking wet. Sio didn’t stop, but she started chewing on her lip. Ugh. “Great Faranth.” She muttered under her breath. She pivoted on her heel, heading back to their weyr.

You are going the wrong way.

The small greenrider rolled her eyes. No, really? I just-I forgot something.

She would have to hurry. She started running, entering before any of the competitors. She was fast, grabbing a simple dress of her own, saying quiet comforting words, as she stripped her roommate, toweled her body dry, and slipped the simple light green dress on her. She began toweling the hair slowly, trying to soak up as much of it as possible. The moment the first of the dazed and dragon-lust driven riders entered, she departed.

That was kind of you.

I have no idea what you are talking about... Don’t you dare tell anyone.

C'tan - Blue Hiraeth

He packed his rod, strapping it to his back awkwardly. They hadn’t put on the riding gear, because they hadn’t gone far. He knew better, it was dangerous, but it saved time. They enjoyed the sea breeze, even during the cold months. Hiraeth loved flying over the sea breeze, away from all the flood of emotions in the weyr. His dragon was stronger, and more compassionate then ever, but it didn’t change the fact that it was wearing. It worked out for C’tan just fine, because it also gave him a break. Over the years, he had always felt what Hiraeth felt, so the sea breeze, and the pull of the fishing rod was a blessed break.

He was always sad when it was time to get back to real life. He mounted his dragon, the rod’s awkwardness and the lack of riding gear, causing him to wobble.

Careful mine. Careful.

I am. Don’t you worry.

They hit the air around the same time the feelings flooded in. They were stronger, amplified. The anxiety, the anticipation, and then the overwhelming dragon-lust. His dragon picked up speed, starting to feed off the feelings.

I am going to drop you off-it was short and too the point, the picture clear in C’tan’s mind. He didn’t care at this point. The dragon-lust was starting to get to him as well, and he was having a hard time thinking. The dragon had barely landed, and he had barely slid down, touching ground when Hiraeth launched back into the air. His bugle tore through the air as viciously as he did, hot in pursuit of the green, feeling every feeling the rest of the dragons and people were feeling, and letting it spur him along. Rylath, lead on, lead on. What a beauty.

Instinct allowed C’tan to move towards the green’s rider. He didn’t recognize the pretty green in the air, and had no idea who he would find at the end of the compulsion. He didn’t even care, being swamped in the feelings. He entered the room, bumping a woman on his way in, and finding a small brunette. He blinked, and was with Hiraeth, soaring after the sparkly green.

Crimson 

[Taxx]

Zi'lor had long since got used to the perk of interest that bled from Asriath when some green who'd taken his fancy went up. He felt the desire to Chase far more than not, and sometimes Zi'lor could contain him- like if they were in the middle of something important- but sometimes it wasn't worth the bother. Like now, when he'd found a moment to take a break and Asriath was already rousing, hauling himself upright where he'd been sprawled and stretching legs and wings as his gaze followed the green form rising rapidly.

Who is it? Eyes closed, pushing the brown to focus and answer, even if the reply was a single word- Rylath- and his forehead creased in recognition. One of the weyrlings, huh? The brush of hands along his hips and then he turned to make his way from the Barracks to his own weyr, preferring solitude until this was over.

Asriath had no such issues; he leaped and rose fast, broad wings carrying him after the green, his rumbling call informing her of his presence. He gave the blue a brief glance, but said nothing, merely turned his gaze back to Rylath and put his mind to the Chase, twisting his larger form to follow the green's path as closely as possible.
Sangria

[Zen]

Z'kar :: Blue Laverauth

Z’kar was in the middle of sketching of Laverauth, sunning at the weyr entrance and posing magnificently, as always. The blue was so striking, beautiful, much better than any other blue by far. The way his hide was colored almost gave him a sort of glowing look that would easily draw anyone’s eye. He had painted the blue on several occasions since his Impression, but he never tired of his dragon as a subject, and Laverauth never tired of the attention. They really were a perfect pair.

But suddenly Laverauth’s eyes snapped open, whereas previously they had been contentedly closed, and red tinged his gaze as he turned his head skyward. Z’kar felt the spark of interest in the same moment. Laverauth pushed to his feet, flared his wings, and announced to his rider, Rylath rises. Rylath? Which green was that again? Z’kar couldn’t remember. Laverauth offered him a view of the speckled green making her way higher into the air before he launched himself after her. Oh, yes. One of the weyrlings from back in time. Laverauth had caught her then. The girl that was her rider was pretty enough, so he wasn’t opposed, not that Laverauth would care if he was.

He set his sketchwork aside to follow the instinct to find the green’s rider as Laverauth worked on closing the distance between himself and the lovely green. She looked so very different from other greens in the Weyr, he couldn’t help but want her for himself. Another blue had joined before him, and a brown as well, but he didn’t care about them. Rylath would be his in the end, after all, what green wouldn’t want him?

Ruby

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[tovaana]

Weyrling Muze :: Green Rylath

She was half aware of Siorreya peeling her wet clothes from her body. She leaned and allowed the help – only somewhat aware that she was actually being helped. In her mind she could have been doing it on her own, since she had meant to get back in time to change anyways. Her toweled dry hair was still damp, but she already felt warmer and she walked closer to her bed, and glanced toward the portal when the riders of Rylath’s suitors started to show up.

Rylath crooned happily as the dragons lifted into the air after her. She swayed in the air, left and right, left and right – a small zigzag in the air as she moved ahead of the blues and brown. There were dragons that neither Ryalth or Muze recognized – except for one. Muze’s heart caught as she recognized the blue from Rylath’s first rise. Mostly she was in the sky with Rylath, but her fists clenched from the nerves and Rylath felt her rider’s resistance to Laverauth – not really understanding it was actually his rider that she was against. Rylath was too nice to say anything, but she swayed purposefully away from Laverauth and glanced at her other options.

Thank you Hiraeth. Rylath called out, bugling her excitement as she powered on. She hadn’t been quite full grown or full strength during her first rise, this one would be more fun before she would have to finally choose one of the boys. She suddenly shifted her wings, catching a current that pulled her suddenly up and away from her suitors. This way!

Round One Results
kevna Blue Hiraeth/Crimson: +3 Luck
Taxx Brown Asriath/Sangria: +0 Luck
Zen Blue Laverauth/Ruby: +2 Luck

Colors have been shuffled!

[kevna]

C'tan - Blue Hiraeth

Hiraeth enjoyed the direct complient, moving to get closer to her with every beat of his wings. He kept every ounce of energy on getting close to her. Her call to follow her inspired a bugle from him, and he caught the air draft and let it do the work to follow her, allowing a moment of respite for his wings so he could continue to give one hundred perfect. I will follow you anywhere Rylath, lead on, lead true. She was fast, and oh how her multi-faceted hide glimmered in the sunlight. She was blinding. A trill escaped him, allowing her to know how much he enjoyed the sight of her. His blood pumped faster as he lost the air current and his wings started beating again, refreshed. She was so close. Yet so far.

C’tan had been to enough of these to enjoy the thrill of the chase. Still, he liked to pull out of it, even if the lust allowed it to be brief, so he could take in the rider before him. To appreciate them. It seemed respectful. She was young. Very young. And he watched her flinch, and felt a desire to protect her from the feelings she must have been feeling. Had she had a previously bad experience. The dragon-lust was beginning to cloud his eyes again, and he moved as his dragon did, a little closer to the small rider. Suddenly, he was with the blue again. Feeling the tension of the other suitors. Unwilling to give any leeway for them to pass him fully. She would be his for this day.

Scarlet

[Zen]

Z'kar :: Blue Laverauth, R'li :: Blue Fersoth, B'ran :: Blue Rahamth

Laverauth was keeping up decently with the green, until she suddenly swerved away from him, closer to the others, and the blue huffed in annoyance. He would have her yet. Lovely Rylath, we two would make such a beautiful pair, a sight to behold, a work of art! She really was one of the most beautiful greens Mavros boasted. It would be only fitting she take to mate the most beautiful of blues. Him. And he huffed again as he registered more wingbeats behind him, suitors late to the chase, and cast a quick glance back to take stock.

Blue Fersoth and Blue Rahamth had joined in, lagging behind for the moment. Laverauth hissed in their direction, beating his wings harder to catch up what ground he had lost when Rylath had so deliberately swerved away from him. Behind him Rahamth bugled, both challenge to his competitors and announcement to Rylath of his arrival. Forget them, Rylath. They did not even have the decency to heed your first call. My wings are strong. They will carry us well when I catch you.

Z’kar found his way to the greenrider’s weyr, finding someone else had arrived ahead of him, feeling Laverauth’s possessiveness. He moved closer to the girl, vaguely recalling the aftermath of her dragon’s first rise back in time. He hadn’t exactly left her on the greatest of terms, but it was hardly his fault they had ended up together and it wasn’t his job to coddle her after. B’ran and R’li were soon to join them in the weyr, and Z’kar put himself between them and Muze, driven by Laverauth to block them from getting closer to his prize.

Laverauth: Crimson
Fersoth: Ruby
Rahamth: Sangria

[tovaana]

Weyrling Muze :: Green Rylath

Rylath was enjoying the flight, the feeling of power behind her wings every time they pushed through the air. She glanced over at Hiraeth, making a happy croon by his sweet words, but arched her neck the other way as other blues joined. She was distracted though by Laverauth’s flashy words. You think so? She asked happily, swerving a little toward him and felt her rider tense as she did so, remembering quickly through her rider’s thoughts and memory of the previous experience. Rylath pulled up suddenly, away from him and veered toward the other blues joining in. She paused though at Laverauth’s words. It was true, they had arrived late…

The green tried not to think about having to choose anyone quite yet – but she did try and keep a blue between her and Laverauth. It made the chase more interesting, almost like a game, and she couldn’t help but enjoy the attention of the blues and brown. It was after a while of the constant speed that Ryalth started to feel her wings start to grow tender from the fun. It was sad it had to end and she couldn’t seem to make up her mind. Fersoth made a good attempt, sliding between blues and almost entangling her. It was time to choose and she thought about Laverauth's words earlier, the other two blues had joined late, and Laverauth had already an opportunity with her... so it was someone else's turn, right? The brown wasn't close enough, but she remembered the Hiraeth's kind words...Both Rylath and Muze felt a shiver of anticipation and Ryalth made a final swoop upwards, and then veered toward the clear oceanic blue, letting Hiraeth catch her with a gentle thump as the dragons came together and tails entangled. 

Muze let out a small sigh of relief and felt a warm hand take hers. There was no conscious thought of nervousness as she met C’tan’s gaze and let him lead the way – Muze was completely caught up in her green’s feeling to worry about anything else.

Second/Final Round Results:
kevna Hiraeth: +0 Luck
Zen Laverauth: +1 Luck
Fersoth: +3 Luck
Rahamth: +2 Luck

Winner: Hiraeth