2012-10-03: Tzavayth's Maiden Flight

Eastern Weyr - Southern Clearing
The southern clearing of Eastern Weyr is nearly comparable in size to the main clearing, though it contains a distinctly different landscape. Opening into the feeding grounds and the infirmary it serves as a major area for wing drills and relaxation in the evenings during the cooler seasons. Dirt pathways meander from structure to structure, linking the areas of the weyr well, though sparse grass lines the trails and provides space for entertainment and relaxation. Tall trees to all sides of the clearing offer shade and serve to delineate the boundaries of the weyr from the wilderness. To the opposite side from the infirmary, huts and weyrs have been set up in island fashion. A paved path rings around the back of the bulky hatching cavern that looms overhead, leading towards the crafter clearing and its constant, noisy industry.
The clearing by day is a bustle of activity during the clear weather, the lower caverns folk bringing out their chores to this area for space and fresh air. Summer has struck this coast paradise hard, the heat of the day neary unbareable without the shade and breezes, but the evenings made sweet with the smell of the coast.


It's getting on towards evening at Eastern, not that Tzavayth seems to know it. Her golden hide is glowing brightly even in the waning light where she's curled up in the clearing basking in those last golden rays. Along her side are four little lumps of firelizards, one eacy bronze, brown, blue, and green, all five snoozing happily away, the gold's rider, for now, no where in sight.

Kayla grins to herself as she saunters on out from the Commons cavern, a towel wrapped around herself and just as much else as is needed to save her from immodesty. She can't help chuckling, shaking her head. "Mmhmm. Knew it." But, knowing better than to disturb a sleeping queen, especially a proddy one, she gives Tszavayth a wide berth, edging as quietly around the glowy gold as she may—until a twig -snaps- under her foot. "Fardles…"

In the sky above Eastern the skeletal form of Rhyrith appears out of between bugling a greeting to the weyr as he come in circling for a landing. K'drozen slips off his back and drops down the clearing floor with a nod to those here, "Evening, Forts duties to easter and her queens…" a bundle of dispatches in his hand. he eyes spot the glowing queen and he tries to hide a rapidly appearing frown, his brown also taking quiet the note of the queen.

A green dragon comes out from between, calling a greeting and gliding down to a landing. Her rider hops off, and so does Soriana from behind her. The greenrider says something, and Soriana says something else and points to the glowing bulk of Tzavayth. The greenrider gives another look, nods, and he heads off to the caverns while Soriana steps across the clearing to glance around at the others. K'drozen gets a polite nod. So does Kayla. The green dragon lifts into the air again, probably headed for the beach to wait.

SNAP! Tzavayth's right eye snaps open to /stare/ at Kayla, whirling a languid red-orange, but that's all it takes to send all four firelizards to flight, roosting instead atop their bond's hut. Luckily for Kayla, the gold is distracted by the appearance of the brown, her eyes settling a touch as she offers him a lascivious crooOOOooon and gets nimbly to her feet to go cozy up to the boy.

Kayla raises her hand in defense, smiling sheepishly at Tszavayth. Until, that is, she decides to go cozy up to the brown. Then she just bursts out laughing, shaking her head. "Flirt. Maybe your rider could learn a thing or two from you." K'drozen gets a smile and a nod, as does Soriana. "Eastern's duties to Fort and her queens. What brings you down this way?"

Rhyrith croons back to the oh so lovely gold as she cozy's up to him curling his long neck about her. his rider shakes his head and says, "We aren't hear that long Rhyrith…." before shaking his head and turning to the humans here, "I had a few dispatches for your leadership from fort, any idea who I can give them to?"

Soriana's eyes widen slightly at the gold's reaction, though it isn't directed at her, and after a moment, she nods thoughtfully. A brown firelizard pops out beside her, and she reaches up to pet him as he lands on her shoulder. Pet, pet… hmm. As Tzavayth cuddles up to the brown with that croon (oh, that croon!) Sori gives her firelizard a pat. "Go on, keep Haruhi company," she mutters to him softly, presumably doing the same mentally. The brown spreads his wings, and Soriana adds, "Elsewhere!" before he launches into the air and pops between again. She smiles to Kayla, but then the other's talking to K'drozen again, so she just listens. It doesn't count as eavesdropping, because she's not hiding it. Oh, and when there's a chance, she adds, "Xanadu's duties to Eastern and her queens." She totally remembers her manners. At least when it's just been demonstrated to her.

Kayla maintains as much dignity as she can in her towel, tucking a stray, sodden lock of hair behind one ear. She smiles over at Soriana, and nods. "Eastern's duties to Xanadu and her queens." To K'drozen, she just shrugs. "That would be my sister, though Faranth knows where she's hidden herself at the moment. I should probably go find her and maybe get into some dry clothes. Not in that order!" She grins a bit sheepishly and adds, "There's fresh klah and sweetrolls in the commons, and there should be some things coming out of the kitchens for dinner right about now. At least stay long enough for a bite to eat?"

K'drozen shakes his head and says soflty, "I won't be here that long if the gold condition is what I think it is…." he frowns.

Fi's head leeeaaaans out the door of her hut with obvious trepidation, then coughs, then steps the rest of the way out looking very much like her closet vomited on her. She's in a purple skirt, a bright green tunic, and a daisy-yellow vest. OMG COLORS. She coughs again, trying to pretend Tza didn't dress her, "I can take them. What are they in relation to?" She glances at Tza, who's glad to twine necks with Kal's brown, "Don't let her fool you, she's always like that."

Soriana smiles and nods to Kayla, then resumes her watching of the flirty gold and listening. She nods a little at K'drozen's comment about 'condition', then glances over at Fi as she speaks. Well, it's meant to be a glance. It ends up as more of a stare, because, wow, that is quite an… … interesting… outfit. It's very, uhm, well, colorful. She coughs, and forces herself to look away, back to the gold. Who is also bright, but… differently so.

K'drozen looks to Fi blinks at the outfit before saying, "I am not sure may, I am just on courier duty today, they don't tell me what, just where to bring it." happy to hand off the letter so rapidly, "But I really probably should be getting back…" though is Fi happens to look at the letters the first obviously is waiting for a reply. The brown riders dislike for concept of flights obvous.

Kayla simply lofts an eyebrow, trying not to grin—and failing miserably. "Nice outfit, sis. Tszavayth's idea again?" She giggles softly, at least having the decency to cover her smile somewhat with one hand. Though she still keeps her distance from the glowy gold, she calls out, "Good on you. Get her out of her shell a little." K'drozen's appraisal of the situation gets a nod in response, and she replies, "Yeah… it sure looks like it. Probably any day now."

Fi takes the letter in her psychadelic outfit. Her gold, it seems has had the dressing of her and purple, bright green, and daisy-yellow are just an eye-jarring combination of skirt, shirt, and vest respectively. TWITCH. Her discomfort is so obvious it hurts. Her glowing gold is currently cozied up with K'drozen's brown, Fi steadfastly trying to pretend it's just another day as she opens the letter, "Good luck prying them apart. Once she gets her claws in a male they tend to linger."

Soriana will just not look at Fi. Then she doesn't risk blindness. She keeps on watching gold and brown, meandering to the side for a different perspective and to stay out of the way of actual important business. After a bit, she pulls out a little notebook and pencil and starts writing a few notes.

It is a slightly.. confused looking S'u that is currently meandering his way through the Eastern clearings it seems, the young Istan rider talking out loud as he goes, the greenish-hued bronze in his wake only responding with rumbles. "What help -are- you then, if you don't even remember her name, how can you tell me she is supposedly *here*?" S'u finally snaps, whirling around at the edge of the clearing to stare at Tzettenvonth, though the bronze's currently distraction is enough to cause S'u to slowly turn back around and take in the scene, blushing a moment as he does so. Please no one have heard that…

K'drozen sighs softly, "I just hope she isn't ready to go up. He isn't one that is good at the chase but lingers in the depression after." he shakes his head. and looking to Rhyrith whom happily croons to the beauty beside him.

Kayla's other eyebrow goes up as not only a brown, but now a great bronze seems bent upon making for the glowy gold. "Flirty, yes. Not sure if this is more than her usual. Either way… I'll be right back." She hastens off towards her hut, with a quick smile to S'u on her way.

That's right, Kayla, run! Run! Fi skims the note, keeping her head down as Tzavayth croons that same lascivious, flirtations croon at Tzettenvonth and lifts a wing, obviously inviting him to join the cuddle huddle. She wants ALL THE BOYS. Fi's head comes up to look at S'u as he appears, "Eastern's duties to Ista and her queens." She casts a glance at flirtygold and shudders, keeping her thoughts to herself.

Soriana glances to the new bronze, and looks considering for a moment before scribbling down another note, nodding to herself.

It's a rather awkward bow that it sketched to Fiona as it quickly becomes obvious that the rather friendly gold belongs to none-other than the brightly clad woman in front of him. "Istan's greetings, weyrwoman. I'm, uh, apologize if I interrupted anything." The bronzerider pushes his hair out of his face, shifting rather awkwardly from foot to foot, though at least Kayla does get a rather surprised smile as she goes hurrying by. For all that S'u is unsure of himself, Tzettenvonth is quite the opposite, and while there is a gentle croon of greeting to Tzavayth, the green-hued bronze pauses instead of Fiona, crouching down to give her a gentle croon in turn, and perhaps even a nudge. Oh hello.

K'drozen looks up to his brown and says, "Alright Rhyrith we delieverd them, WE should get going." it is quiet obvious that the brown is firmly ignoring his rider now though.

Kayla finally returns some minutes later, her hair a bit askew, but at least in dry clothes, opting for simpler, more sober browns and rusts rather than the vibrant rainbow hues of her sister's garb. She has the good sense to remain towards the edge of the gathering, inching her way towards the commons and the infirmary, with one wary eye upon the glowy gold and the other on her exit route.

I'ro's trip to Eastern was meant to be no longer than a few minutes at the most. He'd only been asked to deliver a sofa as a quick favor for a friend, but it led to an awfully sweet old woman insisting he stay for tea and cookies…and then for dinner…and then that it was too late to go home. But while his rider has been holed up inside, Tiwazth has been stalking the Weyr. His exploration finally brings the bronze to the southern clearing. Each of Tiwazth's defined muscles ripple as he strides along the edges. The first thing that catches the dragon's attention is of course Tzavayth, and a low rumble fills the air. At the same moment, I'ro emerges from one of the huts, dressed in grey pants and a plain white shirt with his flight jacket thrown over one shoulder. Someone finally escaped the grandmother-person it seems!

K'drozen steps towards Rhyrith and his gold playmate and says, "Come on Rhy really we should get going." as if sencing what is about to occur Rhyrith just gives his rider a look before turning his head to give the gold a nuzzle. Yes she is much more important then his rider right now.

Tzavayth and Fi lift their heads in unison at the arrival of the newest bronze and, it seems he's some sort of signal for even as Fi reaches to give Tzettenvonth a pat and murmur, "Hello to you, too, big guy," Tzavayth pulls away from Rhyrith with a sudden hiss. For a gold, she's surprisingly nimble now as she bounds suddenly towards the feeding grounds, not even bothering to take flight as she latches on to the first ovine she can and, without even needing to be held back, latches onto its throat and begins to suck it dry of blood. Fi's reaction is more startled, "NO!" She takes long strides towards the feeding grounds in that horrible skirt and vest ensemble, "It's too soon! He's not here, Tza! He's not here!"

Oh, hey! Another bronze. Soriana's notebook will have plenty of notes. She'll have the best project in the science fair. …or, uh, whatever those notes are actually for. She scribbles something down, nodding to herself… then takes another look, frowns, and crosses something out to replace it with new information. Gotta get the details right, you see… yeah, well, never mind the details. Soriana's pencil stops as the gold leaps away for the feeding grounds. "Oh!" goes the girl, and the notepad is lowered as she heads closer to the pens, watching the gold blood…

Eyes begin to lid as Fi grants Tzettenvonth a little pat, the Istan bronze turning his head just enough to give S'u a *look* as if it say it is his turn now, you're welcome. However, whatever communication there may have been is cut short as suddenly the young, seemingly sweet gold is turning into a hissing beast and taking off, Tzettenvonth's tail twitching once before he's hot on her trail, crouching low, respectfully waiting for her to claim the first sacrifice of the evening. And then, the event is in full swing, and with a little hop, a single sweep of his wings, and he is on a beast of his own, the creature going down in one smooth motion before he drops his muzzle to drain it, the warm blood smearing against his nose. Perhaps, if the situation had been different, S'u would have at least made an attempt to capitalize on the groundwork set by his life mate, however, as everyone is suddenly vanishing, S'u remains rooted in place, blinking a few times, eyes looking this way and that at the other others - male riders and (un?)lucky spectators alike, before he's shaking his head, clearing the fog and hurriedly moving to try and catch up - As if he has any other choice.

Kayla lets loose an oath that would turn a Seacrafter crimson with shame, and whirls around on one heel—very nearly getting swatted in the face by a rather lanky, gangly-looking brown 'lizard. "Gaaah! Monaco!" Wings and talons go all akimbo, tangled up in her hair before she has much of a chance to capture the little guy. "Careful there…" She looks over to Soriana, brows knitting. "Mind if I borrow a bit of paper for a note, ma'am?"

K'drozen looks on in horror as Rhyrith takes chase as well, diving into the feeding grounds the slaming a herd beast into the ground striking like a viper he drives his fangs into the beast to releave it of its life blood. "Shard it No Rhyrith…not again….."

Mere seconds pass before Tiwazth is following after the gold. His movements are steady and unrushed, almost as if the bronze is deliberately attempting to be the last one to the feeding grounds. His gaze constantly shifts, moving from young gold to unfamiliar males as they run after her. When he finally makes it to the pens, Tiwazth immediately falls on one of the larger rams. The beast's neck is snapped with a mercifully quick closure of bronze jaws, which are soon dripping with streams of red. As the scene unfolds before I'ro's eyes, the man's soft features melt into a frown, and he is quick to job after the group. Strong brows knit together as he glances in Fi's direction and then out towards the blooding gold. "A quick trip they said…" The words are mumbled quietly under his breathe, but it seems I'ro has no thoughts of trying to call his lifemate off. It wouldn't work anyways.

Tzavayth has the ovine cradled in her forearms as she sups, then tosses the bloodless corpse aside like litter and lunges after the next, crushing teh bovine beneath one giant paw and latching on to drink deeply yet again. Fiona nearly gags on the taste. They haven't shared flavors this closely since the end of Tzavayth's first turn and blood is not her favorite flavor. as she reaches the fence surrounding the feeding grounds she pounds her fists against the wood, "Tzavayth! He's not here! You were supposed to wait for him!" A few tears even leak out, but she's falling deeper and deeper into the bond with her gold.

Soriana glances over at Kayla. "Huh? Oh. Of course!" she says, and flips a page to tear out a ragged blank sheet and pass it over… along with her pencil. So much for taking notes, and with her other hand, she puts the notebook back into her pocket. She'll just watch, and watch… she certainly does.

Tzettenvonth pauses as the young Tzavayth finishes her first beast, the bronze's senses piqued as he focuses, ready to launch himself upwards without a moment's hesitation. But then, she is claiming a second beast, its life-force added to her own, and he in turn is joining her, lashing out at the first beast within range, and uttering a guttural, warning sound to Tiwazth as the older bronze joins the fray. Green-tinged brassy hide ripples over his muscles as he crouches low, wings partially spread as he waits. S'u slows before reaching the grounds, the thud of each step dull on the ground as he closes the distance, eyes on Tzet and Tzet alone, his consciousness being drawn up within his life mate's. And then he pauses at the fence, coming shoulder to shoulder with Fi, and yet completely oblivious to her proximity.

Kayla flashes a grateful smile to Soriana, scribbling out a hasty note and rolling it up. By now the lanky little brown's disentangled himself from her hair to perch upon her shoulder, and it is to this messenger she gives the note, pressing it into his talons. "Find Tarrin. You know him. Go on now… go!" Chirreep? Pinching the wedge-shaped maw of her 'lizard, Kayla makes him look at her. "Come on now. You can do this." With one loud squawk, and a bit of damage to the shoulder of her shirt, Monaco is off, winging his way towards the commons, creeling for all he's worth. Kayla, for her part, just runs her fingers through her hair, frowning as she meets a mass of tangles. "Thanks… appreciate it." The pencil is held back out towards Soriana, with a bit of a smile. "Just hope that note was for nothing."

K'drozen grits his teeth knowing it it to late now he just closes his eyes lost in the feelings his dragos has washing over him, he conitinually mutters under his breath says, now, "Shard it if you have to just the blood." as he skeletal brown tosses assid his first prey and pounces on a second terrified beast racking his claws across its belly to down it.

I'ro glances over towards Fi as her words once more reach his ears. "I'm sorry…." He shakes his head for a moment before suddenly averting his gaze towards the feeding grounds, where his lifemate has left the ram. Tiwazth's swirling eyes move toward Tzettenvonth, and a primordial howl escapes his maw, followed by a rumble of challenge. He seems to sense more than see when Tzavayth begins on a second beast, and soon Tiwazth follows suit. Grey tail lashes out, falling on another beast. The blood of the second animal mixes with the first on the bronzes muzzle as he sucks the life from it. Each clearly visible muscle tenses as Tiwazth's attention moves to the gold, ready to spring into the skies after her at any moment. And yet his attention seems split, constantly shifting between the rising female and others, as if assessing their abilities.

Unlike the first, which was merely dropped aside, Tzavayth's second victim, once completely drained of its life force, is picked up and hurled at the gathered males before she pounces on yet a third, draining it in a moment before lifting her blood-stained muzzle to the skies and bellowing her challenge to the bronzes. She is the prize and only the worthy will join her in flight! Lean muscles ripple and flex beneath pale gold-white hide as she launches skyward with just her rear limbs, her last victim clutched almost possessively in her forepaws. One powerful stroke of her wings is followed by another, taking her out over the forests before she finally lets the poor bovine slip from her grasp, splattering its bloodless remains across the forest floor. Fi cringes, but her eyes are far away and glazed. She's not on the ground anymore, she's in the sky with Tzavayth.

Soriana nods to Kayla, taking back her pencil. She hesitates a moment, then puts it into her pocket instead of pulling her notebook out again. "Good luck," she says to the other, with a glance for the departing firelizard… and then never mind the firelizards, because their bigger cousins are the ones drawing Sori's attention. She inhales, catching the scent of blood in the air, and then lets out a slow breath, murmuring something about, "…first they blood…" as she watches the gold before giving herself a little shake and flicking her attention through the bronzes and the brown for a moment. Only a moment, for Tzavayth takes to the air, and Sori draws in a sharper breath as she looks to the gold again, caught in the third-hand excitement of the moment. Even for a non-rider, this is quite the moment. As Tsavayth rises, a smaller golden shape appears right next to Soriana - a firelizard, staring at the dragons with orange eyes.

Head snaps upwards as the beast is flung in their direction, the Istan bronze snarling at the carcass as it flies past him, tail thrashing quickly back and forth. And only once he is assured it is no threat to his being is Tzettenvonth ducking his muzzle back to the beast beneath him, verifying that its worth is exhausted, crouching backwards onto hind limbs, weight shifting as he prepares. His brown clutch sibling is ignored, at least for the time being - written off as being no threat it seems, instead offering another challenging rumble to Tiwazth, and then as Tzavayth is headed skywards, Tzet is a few short wingstrokes behind - his posturing have cost him. Head snakes under a wing to peer downwards at the messy smear, and then his attention is for the fleeing gold alone - He will prove to her just who he is, and that he is more than worthy to fly with her, and she with him. As their life mates take to the skies, S'u's groan catches in his throat, and the young bronze rider is leaning heavily into the fence in front of him, eyes wide, open, and yet completely unseeing as he begins to take off over the Eastern forest.

While Kayla's seen a flight or two, this one was… different somehow. The other riders, she didn't know. This time, it was family. This time, it was personal. She paces back and forth a short distance away, keeping one eye on the riders by the fence, and glancing up in the sky to watch how well Tszavayth eludes her would-be suitors. Her lips curl upwards in a smile of appreciation at the sight of dragons in flight. "So now it's full circle… come on, fly, you can do it…."

Rhyrith drops his latest prey, pressing off hard with his legs and a powerful down beat of his wings, this skeletal brown takes flight knifing upwards this the sky with great speed, his eyes ever on the golden star above, studying, learning her ever move, trying the unravel the puzzle that is Tzavayth.

Tiwazth's eyes swirl with red flecks as he catches the young gold's sudden movements. Quick reflexes bring the bronze away from the thown carcass as it sails through the air. As the hollowed animal's blood splatters against his hide, Tiwazth crouches low and rumbles as the third is taken. Slowly, his wings begin to unfurl, revealing the glistening copper of his wingsails. A low hiss is sent towards Tzttenvonth, challenging the other bronze's strength. And in that small moment of distraction, the pale gold takes to the air. Powerful legs press into the ground and Tiwazth shoots upwards into darkening skies. There will be no wooing from this bronze, his strength alone will be used to prove himself to her. The bronze's mindvoice seeps into the skies as a menacing flurry of wings, daring the other chasers to come near him. And on the ground below, a husky growl escape's Iro's lips, and klah colored hands grip tightly to the fencing as he joins with his lifemate in flight.

Fi is even more nimble in the sky than she was on the ground and it isn't long before she takes a sudden ninety degree turn, aiming straight for a thick cloudbank. The moisture trapped there just makes her hide gliter more brightly in the waning sunlight, strong beats of pale wings driving her ever upward and away. The flirt, for once, trying not to be caught. Fi jumps, as if realizing the proximity of the males' riders for the first time and begins to back away. "no… no…" It's hard to say whether it's her or Tzavayth speaking now, "Not good enough. Stronger. Faster. better."

Soriana blinks, looking to the newly appeared firelizard. "What? Oh, shards, no Haruhi, don't-" She reaches for the little gold, who darts out of her grasp - would have escaped, even, but she turns to chitter an angry-sounding complaint to Soriana, who grabs her as she does and holds tight despite how the gold wriggles. "Settle down," Sori orders the firelizard, who doesn't seem inclined to pay attention, instead squirming and squawking indignantly. The brown firelizard appears again, and glides down to perch on Soriana's shoulder with his head held low. Sori glances to him. "Some help you were," she tells him, and Toral's head droops further as Haruhi keeps struggling, glaring in turn at Soriana and at the dragons now high overhead.

Sparkling, and blood-drinking? Oh no… Though.. sparkles make every party that much better, especially a sausage-fest like a flight. Either way, it seems to be no deterrent for Tzet, for while he finds himself shooting past where Tzavayth was, he is making each and every effort to suddenly swivel around, managing more of a lumbering curve, headed towards the cloud band in pursuit of the fleeing goal. As the day slips into evening, and the party begins to shift into full swing, he's determined to be in the middle of it - though for now, the middle is the middle of the pack, and that's where he remains, planning, plotting, and ensuring that his entrance onto the stage will be second to none, driving S'u to distraction with the plans, while his own attention ripples in and out with each emerald-laced wingstroke.

Kayla clenches her fists and releases them, her whole body tense as she watches Fi, I'ro, K'drozen, and S'u. But there is nothing more she can do for now. Not even the return of her little brown upon her shoulder offers much past a momentary distraction—and a small smile as she plucks the note from his talons to read it. And what does Monaco have to say about the spitting, struggling gold firelizard, so tantalizingly close? Why, he just croooons at her as if there was no tomorrow!

K'drozen shakes his head not approaching the gold rider staying locked in his place his eyes now cast upwards, and Rhyrith drops somewhat keeps tab on the gold above trying not to expend to much energy to early, cuting early to try to remain blow her as she dart though the clouds.

I'ro rolls onto his side, large wings facing vertically as he swerves sharply to follow the glittering gold into the clouds. Each surge of powerful muscles brings the bronze higher, aiming to keep track of both Tzavayth and the chasers fom above. Ever fiber of his being screams to fall upon the unfamiliar brown, and a violent howl declares it to the world. But no dive follows from the bronze. Instead, he continues to glide and maneuver through high skies, maintaining a distance between himself and the gold. Tiwazth will conserve his strength, holding himself back until it is time for him to charge forward. The flight is his war against the others and Tzavayth the prize, but there still remains time before the attack. That patience in the skies is closely mirrored by an eerie calm from I'ro as he continues to grip the fence before him. Frowns and furrowed brows have melted away, leaving the rider with an almost blank expression.

Fi keeps backing away, bit by bit by bit while above Tzavayth starts losing ground. Her dexterity can only keep up so long despite her sleek form and the blood in her gullet. She snakes her head back to look at the chasers and hisses a warning. Only the brave may enter here. Only those willing to risk being sucked dry like the poor bovine splattered across the forest below. She bursts up out of the top of the clouds, high, high above the ground as she bugles her final challenge.

Soriana yelps as Haruhi bites down on her hand, letting go for a moment and then grabbing again in a more awkward position. The half-grown gold firelizard dangles, flapping her wings, and Sori gives her a mighty glare. So mighty a glare, with the full force of her willpower behind it. Haruhi flutters, squealing back, but the glare continues until finally the gold firelizard squeaks. Well. She doesn't care anyhow. She never did! Sothere. She stops struggling, and Soriana adjusts her hold on the firelizard to a better position as Haruhi looks everywhere where but the dragons. Oh, look. There's a nice brown. Not like Toral. She croons back to Monaco. The brown on Sori's shoulder chirps, but the gold firelizard ignores him. Finally, Soriana dares to return her attention to the skies.

Even as Tzet is swiveling, changing his position, and beginning to climb up the steps of the sky to where Tzavayth has fled, S'u is doing much the same, swiveling away from the sturdy support of the fence rail in front of him, turning to slowly approach towards Fi, one step, and another, poised a few steps away, with one hand partially outstretched towards the weyrwoman, frozen in mid stretch. While his rider is frozen, Tzet is anything but, and he is giving a zig, and then a zag, attempting to slow down the others in pursuit while lining himself in better position. There is no more fear, no more hesitation, as instead Tzettenvonth begins to put his cards on the table and prove himself, and earn a reputation, popping out of the clouds in her wake, driven by the fading heat of the slain beasts in the feeding grounds far below.

As much as Fi's protected her over the years, this time there is nothing Kayla can do for her. Not here, not now. She idly strokes the soft, supple, pale brown hide of her 'lizard, trying to keep him calm so she is not nipped in the heat of the moment. Not that there is anything to worry about, for he is quite content to crooooon away at little Haruhi, adding a little warbling note and tilting his head this way and that.

Rhyrith is one such brave one, as he sees the lady begining to slow above he takes his chance to push his pursuit, using up the save store of energy to push himself harder and fast up and the shining star above. His rider below grits his teeth and actually forcefully take a step away from the gold rider near by.

Tiwazth rumbles as his eyes catch movement from below and see Tzavayth shooting up. It isn't until he's passed his height that the bronze follows, quickly angling his wings so that he's spiring upwards. A low pitched howl is given in response to that hiss. The warrior will not back down. The bronze stretches to his full length as he spirals upwards after her, and wings beat strongly as he begins to draw closer to that shimmering spectre. Tiwazth continues to surge forward, attempting to use strength and stamina to make up for what he lacks in agility. He has little hopes in following that zig zagging of Tzettenvonth; he can only push straight ahead, just as I'ro can do nothing but push off the fence and turn to face Fi. The rider begins to move forward slowly, lilac colored eyes fixated on her and her alone.

Tzavayth's next stroke of her wings falters and she loses ground, falling back amidst the males with a startled shriek that's echoed by her ground-bound rider as her back runs flat into the wall of her hut. There's no escape. They're all around her. Tzavayth lashes out with claw and tooth, trying to drive them back, but she just can't gain ground away from them again and instinct tells her not to dive. Fi fumbles for the latch on her door and the safety she thinks it offers. Safety that will become, at least, privacy for her and the rider of the male who catches.

Soriana keeps her grip on Haruhi firm, though the gold seems bright and cheerful… right now. If Sori were to let her go, the firelizard's mood might swing mercurial in the opposite direction. Toral tries another chirp, but the brown continues to be ignored, and his head droops as his tail curls around Soriana's neck. Haruhi croons and chirps to Monaco, her tail swaying back and forth. Sori pets at the gold in her grasp, and leans her head slightly against Toral, though she doesn't look away from staring at the distant dragons, trying to make them out as more than bright sparks against the darkening sky.

As Tzavayth falters, Tzet is there and with a long stretch of his wings, the distance is closed, and he is moving to right her, to steady her, talons snagging wing-joints as he avoids her attack, neck and tail twining with hers, letting the party begin - at least for him, as he supports them both for a long glide down. S'u, hand outstretched, seems confused, and then, there's a shout, and he's blindingly stumbling forwards after Fi, door slammed in his wake. Now, having to explain *this* one tomorrow will be… fun.

Kayla chuckles softly as finally, the flight is over. Though she does cast a glance towards the sky, there seems to be nothing out of the ordinary for a Flight, no injuries apparent—perhaps save that to human pride, later. One can almost see the gears in her head turning, as she glances towards her sister's hut, plotting… but with no need of her in a professional capacity, there is little left to do but to move away from the feeding grounds, and meander on back towards the… bakery? Oh my my!

Rhyrith pulls off to this side at the last moment as he sees the bronze pull in just ahead of him catching his prize, the brown spirallying downwards with a mornful ill. K'drozen shakes himself and mummers softly, "I told you Rhy….I told you…we should have just gone home…."

Tiwazth rumbles in frustration as he watches the gold and Tzettenvonth entagle. His attack never came, and the chance slipped away! The bronze slowly wings downwards towards his lifemate with a croon of disappointment. I'ro himself takes a deep breathe as he watches Fi and S'u disappear into her hut, and soon eyes close. Lids lift only once Tiwazth has alighted onto the ground once more, and he moves towards the bronze. "Come on, Tiw. I think I need a drink." And off the pair go! Alcohol is in order!

And three dancing gleams - and one brown smudge - against the sky become two and one, and Soriana lets out a breath. She turns, still keeping her grip on her gold firelizard, and slowly heads off toward the caverns where the greenrider she arrived with departed to. Time to go find her ride back, along with what will probably turn into an impromptu lesson for the grade one dragonhealer.

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