The Sunset Flight (4/4)
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Avery, Corrin, Duskdog, Halyonix, Heather, Iluva, Sia, Steel
Date Posted: 26th November 2025
Characters: Saibra, T'mhas, Rh'din, E'kirim, M'kayre, K'leriac, K'valdran, E'kavas, L'val, L'set, S'lahr
Description: Chioneth rises to determine DFW’s Weyrleader
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 13, day 2 of Turn 12
Notes: Weather - Cloudy 67 F / 19 C
Ghraisath banked hard. There she was. An impossibly beautiful creature carving her way up through the golden gleam. The air here was molten, too, thickening into a brilliant dusk, and with a curve of his wings, ringing around Mnoranth, he couldn’t help but call to her. }:Chioneth!:{ Her name came like a battlecry straight from his veins as Ghraisath unleashed a mammoth burst of speed, streaking through the remains of the day like a blistering flame.
Down in the flightroom, Saibra’s body naturally drifted towards the most familiar presence in the room - R’enh. She swayed against her weyrmate’s body. Her first choice. But in the sky, Chioneth cared not a whit for her rider’s preferences. She screamed defiantly at any outside influence.
Isaoth saw an opening and took it.
With a surge of energy, he veered wildly, letting momentum carry him in an arc that would take him right into Chioneth. He crowed in victory. His! She would be his!
A flash of bronze hide from her peripheral sent Chioneth darting away. She would not be caught so easily!
}: Reckless fool, :{ Proth taunted as he watched. }: Gambling your chance away like that. Let those with vision see this through! :{
}:Lovely Chioneth!:{ Paskith called. }:Fly well!!:{ One flap more. Two.
And then, utterly exhausted, he broke off his pursuit. He could not, in fact, do this.
Norrianth turned away with Paskith, his own need already fading as the distance between him and the golden queen grew greater and greater. He was not nearly as exhausted, and perhaps it was best that he make sure the little dragon found his way home.
Isaoth’s lunge and Chioneth’s reaction caused minor chaos in the near pack, including a younger brown to startle and twist right in front of Kyverth. }:Watch it,:{ he snapped at the younger brown, punctuating it with a snarl, before refocusing his energy on the prize that mattered - the queen in front of him.
Bhelth spared a smug glance over his shoulder at the retreating dragons. Never mind that one was blue and never had a chance in the first place, or that he didn’t really consider anyone a true threat; he could move better when the airspace was less crowded. And in fact, he did so, spreading his wings to veer past a young bronze, pulling up closer to Aluneth.
The incumbent, leading bronze snarled briefly at Bhelth’s proximity but returned all of his focus, all of his intent back on Chioneth. They had created Galgaith! They would create that golden abundance again!
Ghraisath’s focus whittled down to a single golden arrow point. Weaving strategically now, taking more and more chances, he snaked up the spine of the pack with electrifying speed. An oiled flash here, a garish glare there. He came rocketing up beneath Obrianth, the sudden nearness of so many talons sending ichor through his veins in a violent, thudding staccato of lust and alarm. But no pain. The air slid faster. He neared Aluneth. Teeth baring, Ghraisath’s own snarl rose into a deafening declaration-- a fierce biological scream.
Obrianth, jarred from his calculated concentration by Ghraisath’s reckless ascent, twisted sharply, letting the bronze's momentum shoot past him. His wings snapped taut with a thunderous whoosh, the maneuver leaving him momentarily above and to the right of the rest. A growl rose in his throat, nearly unheard in the roar of wind and screams of dragons intent to mate.
}: Wasteful clod, :{ Proth snarled as he powered forward, forcing Isaoth further back. Where was that lazy lout Seriaeth? A Weyrleader should be focused, not gallivanting about through the clouds like a halfwit weyrling!
Unbeknownst to Proth, there was a method to Seriaeth’s seeming madness. He had found a low thermal and was using it to rest his reserves while keeping Chioneth in his sights. He was not so far from the pack to be counted out but he did not seem to have any sort of clear advantage. It was a gamble and he knew it. Chioneth could fly beyond his strategic reach in moments.
Karcalanth took no such gambles. He started strong, he would continue strong. He exerted himself to be at the front of the pack, to be _there_, at his best, any time Chioneth glanced back. His savvy was merely to save enough in reserve to surge forward if it seemed she was faltering, or if a rival tried to strike. It was a strategy that had served him well with another senior queen.
They were high and far now, enough that the flight was beginning to thin. He roared, a draconic laugh, more a mental reverberation than the aural one as he conserved his breath.
Below, Roquath surged upward. The brown had paced himself wisely. He watched the pack thin. He watched the hotheads tangle. Now he pushed, climbing into the space Obrianth had briefly left behind. He folded one wing just enough to slip through a tight gap between Karcalanth’s wake and Bhelth’s broad shadow. He kept his mind narrowed, every thrum of his blood urging him higher, closer.
Kyverth had ensured that Chioneth had seen him flying above some of the chasers before, when he was on a thermal and gliding to save energy. He'd crooned her name, promised her that they'd lay wonderful eggs together. Now he changed tactics as the chasers dropped in number, flying down into the cover of clouds and streaking through them with powerful wingbeats to get ahead of the crowd of chasers and in a path to intersect the way she'd been flying. This was a risky gamble on his part. If she changed course unexpectedly, he could wind up well off track of the queen and the other chasers. But if she continued the way she'd been going, he'd be able to rise up out of the clouds ahead of several rivals and right beside the queen...
A minute later, he surged up out of the clouds to see if his gambit worked. Yes! There she was before him. He powered himself into a steep climb, waggling his wings so the glimmer of fading light displayed brilliantly on them.
}:Choose me, beautiful Chioneth!:{ he called. He was handsome and clever. Look at how well his move had worked. Surely she could see that.
Chioneth could feel the burn in her wings as she tried to maintain the altitude and pace of the frenzied flight. The fire scorching through her muscles was zapping her energy, and she needed to choose - soon - before one of the wily bronzes chose for her.
With a final thrust, the jasmine gold threw herself directly into the solid body of one of her chasers. }:Catch me,:{ she ordered. This bronze had impressed her. His need, his drive, his solid focus. Yes, together, they would make Dragonsfall Weyr strong.
Last updated on the November 28th 2025