Tabanirth Rises
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Writers: Eimi, Emma, Paula, Vix, Yvonne
Date Posted: 12th March 2008
Characters: Tsaera, K'sedel, K'reyel, U'das, M'galec, B'jan
Description: Tabanirth rises, and a Weyrleader is chosen
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 8, day 19 of Turn 4
Tsaera stared out at the sea from Tabanirth's couch through a light grey veil of rain, feeling irritable and longing for the sun. The clouds overhead felt oppressive and the air was heavy and hot despite the weather; she'd barked at her Wingriders during drills and cowed Lenala into silence. Tabanirth felt it too... or rather, was the cause of it. She was ready to rise... but the rain!
The Weyrwoman snorted, then returned to her weyr and let the rain fall without her. **Tabanirth should rise,** she thought, picking up a book. Her own couch was calling her, and she settled down and forced herself to concentrate on the words until she was so lost in the text she could concentrate without thinking about it.
Outside, the morning clouds cleared and the sun came out, and Tabanirth let out a roar that shook the cliffs and announced her intentions to the Weyr.
~*~
Nobody, man or dragon could mistake that sound, or the intentions behind it, thought K'sedel as it reverberated around the Weyr. It was a challenge, and one that Nikornath was responding to with a roar of his own. Tabanirth was his mate, he would be beside her again later today.
The hide K'reyel was selecting to make into a new set of straps was hastily placed back on the shelf in the storeroom. Erdenth would chase, he always would.
~*~
**So much for that,** B'jan thought to himself as he set aside the bowl of stew before him. He had taken Jacinth from the Weyr to feed after drills, postponing his own meal – and now it would be postponed even longer. **Yes, yes, I'm coming.** He rose from his chair and started for the door, his dragon's need to chase more urgent than his own hunger.
~*~
Zackariath replied to Tabanirth's challenge. The small bronze was determined to win back his former mate. Other males be warned! His bellow was full of self-confidence and defiance. U'das lifted his eyebrow's for Zack's enthusiasm. He hurried to join his lifemate, with a quick greeting for other bronzerider's with same aim.
~*~
M'galec was minorly frustrated as he left the infirmary. The Weyrwoman's gold would chose to rise as he was prepping for surgery! Luckily it was a rather easy procedure that he could hand off to someone else. Of course he would have to go back and check on their work once he was finished. **You can chase that pretty gold as far and high as you like, my friend. Just please, for Faranth's sake, don't catch her,** M'galec silently hoped. In his own humble opinion, his skills were just too valuable to be wasted as a Weyrleader. But that was a fate the dragons would decide...
~*~
Surely she would blood soon, K'sedel knew from past flights that the place for Nikornath to go. Watch her blood, then he could follow her into the skies, watching the seductive dance and hopefully being her partner again.
~*~
Tsaera was already standing by the pens, her brow furrowed in concentration as she battled with her gold's desire to gorge herself until she was too bloated to fly. **BLOOD!** she shouted mentally, and Tabanirth raised a muzzle streaked red to scream her defiance at her rider. The runner beneath her twitched as she flexed her talons. Tsaera grit her teeth. **Blood it ONLY.**
The gold dragon dipped her head, lapped at the blood pooling around the runner's head, then suddenly snapped her wings wide and left the carcass next to the first she'd killed. She rose into the air in a thunderclap of dust that sent spinning devils across the fields in her wake. Streaks of bronze and brown followed her skyward and Tsaera suddenly, dizzily, found her stomach clenching in fear as she scanned the skies for Seneth. Had F'lin the strength to take his bronze elsewhere when Tabanirth made her intentions known?
A moment later that worry was gone, lost in the euphoric joy that propelled her dragon across the skies.
Erdenth was quickly off the mark, climbing into the sky following the golden blur that was River Bluff's senior queen. A bugled challenge made his intentions known, he would try his hardest to win this. It was time and surely Tabarnith would see he was worthy.
}:We fly!:{ Jacinth trumpeted his joy in pursuing the gold from the ground upward. Near the feeding grounds, B'jan nodded, supportive of his dragon but still not as confident in the outcome as his bronze.
Zackariath was in the air in one bronze flash of wings. He used his smaller size and speed to sneak his way to the front row of the chasers.
**Good luck, old boy, ** U'das wished him before he was too lost to the dragon's lust and lost the ability to think clearly.
Tabanirth angled out over the edge of where the sea met the land to let the thermals that lurked there fill her wingsails and carry her skyward. She could hear the bugles and calls of her suitors, the small dragons behind her, and among them was the dragon she would choose. The sun was hot on her hide as she flapped her wings and drove herself into the blue.
Nikornath followed drawn to his mate, she'd be his mate again. The gold knew that he was best for her, and he called out to her to let her know that, even as he worked hard to follow her out over the sea.
}:I can catch this one!:{ Jacinth told his rider.
**If only she were not the senior gold.** B'jan thought to himself. However, as he attuned his thoughts more closely to his dragons and felt their wills combine, that opinion changed. **But then, why not? We could do it. Catch her, Jacinth – make it so!**
Zack called Tabanirth, bestowing compliments for her. He had won her twice, he could win her again!
Complements, cajoling, boasts... Tabanirth heard them all, and ignored them all. Bronze dragons would call as they wished, but _she_ was the only one who had the power to choose. And choose she would... as soon as the sun's glow began to lose its luster and the wind died down. Far below Tsaera closed her eyes to see through her dragon's as Tabanirth swivelled her long neck to see her suitors.
And then Tabanirth chose her mate, and Tsaera found K'reyel in the crowd below and kissed him breathless.
Last updated on the March 12th 2008