Shades of Olive - Jadavath's First Flight - Mature

Since reaching his first Turn, Aricoth had been acting weird. He fidgeted more, and kept asking where the shiny female was. His blind eyes continuously darted around, seeking out something that he would never be able to see. Of course, Ku'rt was not prepared for what would happen. The blind blue was inside the weyr, away from the cold. Ku'rt was sitting at the desk that came with the personal weyr, reading some scroll he picked out from the library. He felt Aricoth's need for something... But he dismissed it as a desire to be outside. It was cold out, being winter, so Aricoth wasn't going to be going outside anytime soon.

Ku'rt was very wrongly proved when a sudden movement in the room on the other side of the wall alerted him to Aricoth's shifting. Luna, situated on the weyrling's head, started, and disappeared into between. Ku'rt looked up in confusion, and half-rose out of his chair. "Luna? Aricoth?" he asked, but the only thing he got in reply was the green fire lizard's washed-out image of a blue dragon outside. "Wait.. No..." Aricoth? What are you doing? Ku'rt asked, putting two and two together. The blue left the weyr to go outside, and with the fire lizard in tow.

Chase... was all that Aricoth said.

Ku'rt now stood up, very confused. He was going to follow the blue outside, but going the same way that the dragon did would be rather dangerous, even if the weyr was close to the ground. Chase...? Chase what? he asked, leaving the weyr in a quick fashion. He shut the door behind him with a dull thump, and briskly walked down the hallway.

Aricoth?! Ku'rt, with the simple directions of the green flitter, followed the blue outside the weyr, and down to the feeding pens. Once on the grounds, he scanned the area for Aricoth. What he saw was a green feasting on her kill. Oh.. not feasting... Blooding! Ku'rt's eyes widened as he understood what was going on. He had spent so much time on Earth... On Pern he should have gotten it right away! No, Aricoth, you can't! You can hardly fly... You're blind... You can't expect Luna to help you with flying and finding the green... In a desperate measure, Ku'rt started to run over to the blue.

Aricoth was burning up with a lustful heat. He couldn't see what he was doing, or where he was going, but he didn't need it. Luna was perched on his head, and he was able to decipher her plain images and emotions into directions for himself. She even sent him a picture of the wonderful green that was Rising. She was perfect and glowing... Though she was missing her front legs. So what? She was beautiful. Suddenly, Luna chirped, and sent Aricoth an image of Ku'rt to the side. Aricoth lowered his head and snarled at the blue weyrling.

I will Chase! the blind blue said, You will not stop me. I will try, with Luna's help because you won't help, he finished with a low growl. When Ku'rt paused out of shock, Aricoth took the advantage to hop away, landing on a goat and lowering his head to suck out the animal's blood. Luna squawked with excitement and flapped her wings. Aricoth felt the small gust of air on his head, and roared in response. Where was the green...?

I am here. Come get me!

Aricoth raised his head, looking around blindly. He couldn't see the green, but he wanted her badly. He knew she was shining beautifully, and he wanted to see that, but he would have to settle with Luna's vague mental pictures. Green Jadavath! Aricoth trilled, I will Chase! He added a roar, and if his eyes weren't so useless, they would be swirling red with lust.

"Aricoth!" Ku'rt called out, having been stopped by the blue moments before. The blue ignored him: preferring to blood a kill, and then Chase after the green. Thankfully for the open air, Aricoth didn't have a great chance of flying into something, unless the green decided to perform some crazy acrobatic stunts... Ku'rt hardly believed Aricoth would last a whole Flight anyway. The blue might end up crashing to the ground.

Jadavath looked back to study her suiters with satisfaction. She had managed to attract the attention of a large and obviously skilled Brown, not to mention she had enticed a blind Blue off the ground as well. Twirling in satisfaction and flirtation, Jadavath flared her wings and rolled higher. The air was crisp and cold, but that did little to calm the burning desire for a good Chase.

Spinning mid-air, Jadavath dove below the males before flicking up behind them and tapping their hides with her forked tail. Then the Green spiraled upwards and took off and flew away from the males in a teasing manner. Jadavath was determined to have her fun and try to make this worth all of their whiles.

Flipping her wings open to their full potential, Jadavath turned mid-twirl and suddenly dashed to the side. She knew the males would catch on quick, but for now, perhaps her actions had caused them some confusion or delay. She wanted to see how they managed to catch up with her once she was ahead.

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Gregory thrashed. There was something hot and stifling on him, and he wanted it off. In the back of his mind, Gregory was scared and unsure, but the rest of his lust addled brain didn't care much. Snarling, the Green rider was able to finally get the blanket off of his sensitive flesh and feel the cool air that rushed to meet him.

His hair was a sweaty disheveled mess since his hair tie had been removed before attempting sleep. The simple pair of army sweats Gregory had worn to bed seemed heavy and cumbersome causing Gregory to whine.

Zedoreth watched the green twirl and loop around in the sky, and he rumbled a sultry approval. He followed her with his eyes as far as he could as she went under him and his blue competitor, until he had to pop his head back up and carefully peer over his wing. At her teasing touch he pumped his wings harder to gain some height, pleased to see that she was also soaring towards the clouds. It was that intuition that had won him many a Flight in his younger years, and he hoped it would make him stand out against his sprightly blue adversary; blind though he was.

Forcing his bulk up into the sky after Jadavath was not tiresome just yet - Zedoreth did have a sprint or two in him - but those swift turns would mean a pulled muscle or some undignified, aerobatic clumsiness for sure. Instead, knowingly losing some ground, the brown made a rather lazy looking turn, only to drop heavily for a few lengths and finally spring up with that gained momentum. His broad wings easily pushed him back up to the female's altitude with only a few seconds of lost time.

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L'gar felt badly for the poor bedridden man he had found in his lusty daze, and he watched him wrestle the blanket off of himself with much ado. Gregory's whining would have been unforgivably annoying if L'gar was in his right mind, but with the waves of his dragon's emotions crashing in on him, they were little more than an innocent cry for help. Until Zedoreth had his green in his grasp, however, the brownrider had to keep his hands to himself. Eying Gregory hungrily, he instead resigned to shifting his feet and tapping his fingers slightly against his pants.

Zedoreth rumbled softly as he watched Jadavath relish in her maiden Flight. She looked gloriously bright against the overcast sky and snow below, and all her twisting and turning did much to prove her skill. Climbing a higher into the atmosphere, the female suddenly reversed and begin a steady dive. The brown chasing her pumped his wings a little harder to catch up, trying to discern what her next move would be, but the green leveled off making Zed slow down.

Then came the message he had been waiting for! Without another thought, Zedoreth hastily caught up to his green, clasping her with his extremities and folding his wings tight, beginning their plummet to the earth.

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In the infirmary, L'gar quickly grasped Gregory's hand as he reached out to him. Instead of pulling him out of bed, like any clear-minded individual would do, he carefully lowered himself down onto the weyrling, propping himself up on an elbow. Cocking his head, the brownrider gave his new partner a rough kiss as he caressed his neck and chest with his free hand.

Finally realizing what was actually happening, and having no way to stop it, the orderly that was on duty in the infirmary grabbed one of the folding partitions. Maneuvering the apparatus as quickly has he could, the man made sure that anyone entering the room would not be immediately greeted with such an intimate sight. Luckily, there were no other patients staying in the infirmary, so the orderly quickly picked up a 'Do Not Disturb' sign and closed the door tightly behind him, hanging the sign on the door before leaving.