Infatuations and Flights

Is she not the most beautiful green that you have ever seen? Rysendith asked L'mir softly, gazing out at the green Deisiath as she dove about in the Weyrlake. Much prettier than Alingath, I'll have you know.

L'mir gaped at his blue with amazement. He and Asaria hadn't exactly gotten along lately, but Rysendith had stayed infatuated with Alingath up until the green Deisiath had landed in Dark Moon's Weyrbowl two sevendays ago, announcing that she was going to fly at Dark Moon. Born at Dawn Sister's, the green Deisiath had a strange conformation that made her a perfect thread-fighting machine, as she'd shown in her few sevendays in Dark Moon's wings. L'mir and Rysendith had been about to transfer whenever she'd arrived, and Rysendith refused to leave until the flight. "Honestly, Rysendith, I thought that you were still going to like Alingath, even after Asaria and I got in that fight."

The blue snorted softly. Why should I care about any stupid white whenever the beautiful jade Deisiath is going to rise soon? And look at her wings... Long and snappish. They're going to give an atvantage to me in the flight, you know. Browns probably aren't going to be agile enough to catch her, and I want to desperately...

"Why do you want to catch Deisiath so badly?" L'mir asked Rysendith. He'd seen Rysendith take an intrest in a few greens before, but never anything like this. "I mean, isn't she just like any other green?"

Rysendith considered this for a moment. I don't know, L'mir. But she is differant, wonderful, perfect, beautiful, amazing... Did I mention perfect? And besides, Jai isn't exactly bad looking, either. Atleast, you don't think so, I think.

L'mir blushed softly as his blue brought that up. "No, she's not exactly the ugliest greenrider in the world, I'll say." He glanced out as Jai snapped at one of the blueriders standing near her. "How close is Deisiath's flight, anyway?"

It is NOW! Rysendith exclaimed sharply, allowing L'mir to quickly mount up in between his neckridges, then swooped down to the feeding grounds, L'mir trying to clumsily stay aloft. He jumped in an un-agile fashion from the dragon's back, landing in a heap and blushing as a few of the other blue and brownriders who had dragons participating in Deisiath's flight snickered loudly at him. Jai turned her head, but her attention was drawn back to her green as she pounced on the first herdbeast.

Jai took a deep breath, then screamed with all of her might, "BLOOD! By Faranth, Deisiath, BLOOD! Or you won't be able to rise." Again. "BLOOD!" And again until the struggle for dominance had been one, rider standing tired, but proud as her green lowered her head to the neck of the carcass and sucking the last drop of blood from its veins.

Two more wherries, and two more times the struggle was won by Jai, Rysendith silently blooding his kills in a desperate effort to finish blooding before the glowing green did. But no matter how fast he was, the Deisiath was faster.

Before most males had finished with their second, Rysendith barely starting on his third beast, Deisiath had decided that she'd had enough of being landbound and bored with the males. With a loud shreik, she took to the skies, skimming close to the ground.

L'mir lost sight of Rysendith in the flurry of blue and brown that followed after Deisiath, but he wasn't concerned about that. He could follow with his dragon's sight, if not his own.

And at that moment, every rider found themselves looking out through their dragon's eyes, and L'mir allowed himself to be swept up in the flight as Rysendith ducked and dove, trying to weave his way towards the glowing green.


Rysendith is chasing after the green Deisiath at Dark Moon Weyr, his place of birth.