An Interesting Day (Gold flight, open to bronzes)

[brimstone81]

Once V'rak had said that the day Adeloth flew would be a very interesting one. This was no ordinary day, for it was today that Adeloth rose for the eleventh time. The gold had been glowing the last few days, and pretty proddy. Elisha should have realised this was the day, for she had gone through this ten times before, but there was chaos with a new sickness that was striking children and the elderly. Elisha was very worried about her young son, Elirian, and had gone down to the creche to look for him. It was then that she felt Adeloth's mating flight tug, and immediately she recognised it and had reminded the gold to blood. Elisha then ran out to the grounds to watch the ravenous gold descend upon the herdbeasts. Adeloth obeyed, though at first not willingly. One, two, three, and a wherry were blooded and discarded by the rising gold.

Elisha felt slightly nervous, this was anyone's flight, and this was her first Leadership flight. She was thankful that Q'tre had stepped up to be Weyrleader, but he was old, and ready to retire with Marisol. Elisha needed to have a partner who was mature, level headed, and a good leader. No doubt any man on bronze had leader potential, but she sorely hoped he would not be like her previous mates. Though being like D'rian was not exactly bad, for she was in love with him, but not like she was going to jump back into love. A partnership that worked was all she asked for.

Elisha noted that bronzes were already gathered, and some riders were approaching her. Adeloth thrust herself into the air, and bugled her challenge to the males who thought they could catch her. Elisha put on a smile, and looked to see which bronzes had gathered. Most, she wagered. . .

[thedreamerlady]

Torenth had been waiting near the Feeding Grounds, since he'd seen the change in the Gold's appearance earlier. He'd already blooded, and was waiting, his dark hide hiding him in it's bronze-brown colors.

Adoleth was beauty personified as she ripped into her beasts, and sucked them dry. R'net had always wondered that happened to the carcasses, but Torenth didn't see it as import. On his ledge overlooking the Feeding Grounds, the bronze stood like a sentinel, waiting for the other bronzes to arrive, and make their presence known.

He listened to Adoleth bungle, but didn't respond. At this time, it would be only for show, and a waste of his time. Already, he could see Adoleth readying herself for take off, and he readied himself to leap into the air himself.

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R'net could sense everything that Tor was doing. He could feel the rock clenched under his claws, and eagerness to be after the prize. Though R'net realized what winning this Flight would mean, he used one of the blocking exercises their Weyrling Master had taught them to attempt to cover it away. Had Torenth been interested in it, the Bronze could have pried out the information, but it was placed to far into the future for the Bronze to care.

He was still running when he finally arrived at the Flight Room. He was a regular visitor to this place, though for one, the little bit of his mind that wasn't focused on Torenth he didn't immediately recognize anyone else in here, except vaguely by their rank. It was an odd feelings, but it was there all the same.

Like his dragon, he chose a place off to the side to await the true beginning of today's events.

[hrsegrl]

A smaller Bronze finished blooding, just before the Queen came to the Feeding Grounds. Quickly, Shoth moved out of her way. He was a seasoned Bronze, having flown Queens many times before. Shoth prided himself most on catching Talorath twice before she was transferred. Still the older Bronze was not about to settle, just as his rider liked it.

T'mur was not as young as he used to be, the fifty three turn old was still in good shape just as a rider whould be. His black hair had streaks of silver going through it, but he was handsome nonetheless. The arrogance that eminated from both himself and his dragon was unmistakable. They would fly this Queen if they were able.

The man stood among the others not tall or short in their midst. He was tanned from working outside. The wrinkles around his brown eyes, from squinting were barely noticeable. He surveyed the men around him. Wingleaders and seconds and even a few Wingriders. T'mur wasn't that concerned. The light hearted man was probably not what Leaders were made of but he did klnow how to enjoy the moment.

[FireThorne]

Caidenth was on his ledge, watching, waiting, his eyes whirling with a hunger that was not for herdbeasts or wherries. The great bronze had blooded, as had many of his brothers, and was now awaiting the commencement of the Chase. Heat burned through his blood like molten steel, but the dragon was perfectly still, a magnificent statue against cold stone. Adeloth had been softly glowing for a few days now, but today, this day of glory, her hide had shone with a radiant aura that betrayed the heat inside her, a heat that was about to erupt. To so many that might have glanced at the bronze, he appeared to be lazily sunning, but his rider knew otherwise. Caid was alert to every movement within Telgar, his muscles tense as he waited for the telling cry that would begin the Flight. He waited.

E’riol was restless. As his dragon lay on his ledge, every sense alert and keenly focused upon the lady gold, his rider could feel the tension in his own body as well, his muscles taut and a high energy lacing through him. The Wingleader knew what the day would bring, a dark desire licking through his blood. It was his bronze’s lust that pulled at the man, pulling hot emotions from the normally cool rider. A dragon Flight, especially one of a Queen of dragonkind, was a thing of twisting fire and blind emotion, something that drove man and dragon insane with lust. And as he paced restlessly, the Wingleader could feel Caidenth’s consciousness centered upon one thing only, and that was the lovely gold. He could still feel the hot, metallic taste on his tongue and burning down his throat from the bucks Caid had blooded. The rider’s entire body seemed hotter than usual, his muscles far more powerful, and every lean sinew so taut he quivered. Soon?

Yes... The dragon’s reply was low and slow, a heat in his mindvoice that only arose when the passion of Flight was upon him. Caidenth was no smooth talker today, and he was no clever wingleader chuckling at cunning words and intricate pranks. No, this day, when Adeloth Rose in her glory, he would be a predator, and he would hunt her, stalk the golden dragon until he could no longer fly and his body fell from the sky. She was worthy of their sweat, their blood, for she was a queen worthy to be fought and flown for until one had gained her favor, or had outmaneuvered her with cunning aerial acrobatics. A Flight was madness, a thing that awoke the most barbaric impulses in one’s psyche, something that drove man and bronze to a furious rage of lust and primal desire. It was violence. Caid was ready.

Suddenly, both man and beast stilled completely, the dragon’s eyes beginning to whirl furiously as the gold began to blood, and through his gaze E’riol could see her. Running to his ledge, the Wingleader leapt upon his bronze, and the pair soared towards the feeding grounds, a macabre scene of blood and gore there to greet them. Naturally, this only fueled Caidenth’s hot desire. The dragon soared low, and the lean man dropped to the ground as his bronze glided past the other bronzers already gathered there. E’riol did not need Caid to land, and so he had just smoothly slid off the bronze as he flew low, landing in a crouch. The dragon winged powerfully upward, and landed on a rocky outcrop above the feeding grounds, watching Adeloth with hungry eyes. Oh, how he wanted her!

E’riol turned and waited with guarded eyes as Elisha approached, not quite trusting himself to speak. Caidenth was a fiery bronze, and his lust was like a wildfire out of control. It needled the Wingleader, and stripped away his carefully maintained cool exterior. Still, his steely blue eyes burned, but that was nothing he could mask.

[cynath]

[[Wow... that was an awesome post... mine's gonna seem so lame after that... kudos, man!]]

Bristith, among some of the larger bronzes, was restless. Unlike some of the calmer dragons, he was irritated. He'd been one of the first to hit the feeding grounds to blood, and since then several bronzes had seemed to crowd on his perch of slightly raised boulders. Younger, less experienced bronzes mostly, and Bristith had no patience for them. If one got so close as to touch his perfectly oiled hide, the massive jaws would snap at them. Sometimes teeth scored flesh, other times, the younger ones were that much quicker to move faster.

His rider stood calmly with the other men gathered. V'rak was calm. And even though Bristith's lust and irritation swirled through the Wingleader's veins, he could only chuckle and shake his head. He kept his calm state, remaining mostly silent in case Bristith's emotions decided to overtake him, and make him as obnoxious as his dragon. Blue eyes glanced over the faces in the Flight Room, recognizing every face. A smile curled the man's lips. Pure amusement. He had certainly meant that it would be an interesting day.

Easy, He soothed his dragon. They're just excited.

He was answered with a mental growl. He knew Bristith was not only irritated with the younger bronzes, but with the entire Flight. Lust could make anyone irritable when one had to wait. The Wingleader knew his bronze was in excellent physical condition. Regular drills kept the rippling muscles tough and fit, as well as giving him a leg up on flying experience. There was no need to brag of Triveni's dedication and discipline. V'rak crossed his arms lazily, waiting. When the sound of Adeloth's first bugle sounded in the air, the man smiled again, feeling Bristith's lust rise like a balloon burst from too much pressure.

Don't hurt yourself. The Wingleader chuckled at his dragon, who naturally gave no response. This was not the pair's first flight, and V'rak knew full well how Bristith got before, during and after a flight, both successful and unsuccessful flights. No doubt, he'd be playing the role of ego repairman for a moody bronze later in the day. Pulled from his own thoughts, the brilliant blue eyes landed neatly on Elisha. He did not keep his conversation with Marisol far from his mind. The girl had potential, and after today, no doubt, she'd realize how many came today because of their bronzes, and how many came because they wanted to.

The Wingleader had been pulling over said conversation when he caught sight of R'net from the corner of his eye. Well, well. Torenth, he knew, was also an excellently fit bronze. After all was said and done, he'd have to remember to ask his Wingsecond how his interviews had gone.....

V'rak seemed distracted, however, he was quickly pulled back to the current with another flood of lust and irritation from Bristith and through his eyes watched Adeloth. Yes, he'd really meant it when he'd said she was a fine Queen. A golden queen of molten lava.

Soon.

[brimstone81]

((Some one said that they thought wonder123 had finals. Well, I'm going to reply and wonder can reply as if he had been there. Or something.))

Elisha breathed in as she felt herself becoming Adeloth. It had happened many times before, and she was not scared of it like her first time. Among the bronzeriders she felt more at ease, feeling their body heat around her, knowing that one of them would be chosen. This flight meant more than in her junior days, this flight was one that would determine the Weyrleader. For a while now Q'tre had filled in, and quite capably, but now, these riders wanted one thing: power. She was not so foolish as to believe that this was a thing of love, that whomever won her truely wanted her for she had no lovers coming in to this. Perhaps if she had a weyrmate competeting things might work out differently. But this was starting out anew. Elisha let go of her reservations and embraced the chance to see what Adeloth saw, to experience flight once more.

Adeloth rose to a good altitude, and the bronzes would soon be after her. She raised her head hautily, Chase me if you think your worthy. None shall catch me! Elisha's mind was filled with the fierce vibrato of Adeloth's voice. The gold was shimmering her shades of reddish gold to yellow gold, brilliant in the sunlight. The gold was very proud of her fine glint, and was sure that none were worthy of her at the moment. She would see.

Among the competitors, Elisha identified, Shoth, Caidenth, and Torenth. Then she saw Bristith as well. Fine riders, a good chance each would have. Elisha scanned the bronzeriders around her, they would all want to win her, but let them try! Elisha found herself no longer nervous, for Adeloth would pick a worthy bronze, and she should not worry. No one said Elisha would have a love affair with her Weyrleader, though it was a desirous thought. The goldrider stood rigid, and saw the gold turn from looking at the bronzes to the skies before her. The flight was beginning.

The gold shot off with a burst of speed, she started to fly right, and flew that whay for a while until with out warning she veered a sharp left. Then right again, she did this three times almost dizzily until she inclined once more to climb higher in the skies.

[FireThorne]

((*blush* Aww, Cynath, you are gonna embarrass me there, hun. Eheh, if there is one kind of post I love to write, it is one with burning, consuming emotions--A little macabre, a little dark, maybe a touch violent. Thank you! ^-^))


Caidenth’s eyes whirled a violent purple upon the gold as she began to rise, her hide glowing radiantly like fire as the blazing sun swept across her body. She lifted herself into the air, a goddess of the skies, and the bronze’s loud clarion ripped through the wind, evidence of his desire for her. The call was heavily laden with everything that tormented the dragon–his lust, his desire, his longing for Adeloth, such a mournful, heavy sound. It tore through his rider on the ground, piercing the man’s mind and heart with the haunting, keening trumpet. Her taunt was heard, her challenge accepted. Caidenth would fly for her, and prove himself, or lose himself in trying. His blood burned within his veins, so hot that it almost seemed as if living fire was coursing through his body, and not the thick liquid. The heat of Flight had the dragon in it’s sharp claws, and he was consumed.

His rider, cobalt eyes on Elisha, could feel his bronze’s consciousness slowly become one with his own, and soon he could see a golden queen in the woman before him. Everything that was within Caidenth was now coursing through the tall man’s mind, and those hot, primal desires started to pull at him. E’riol was always a gentleman, and never looked at a lady with such eyes as he was now, but with his dragon’s lust and rage upon him, his levels of self-control were spiraling downward rapidly. Closing those burning eyes, the Wingleader regained some control over himself, trying to keep a cool head about the Flight. This was not their first flight, nor even their first gold flight, but his bronze was a powerful, impassioned one, and it was incredibly hard to fight against his pulsing emotions. The frenzied tempo of his dragon’s heart was soon matched by his own, and both beats sped with the hysteria of the Flight’s call.

Sinews taut, his powerfully corded forelegs trembling with suppressed energy, Caidenth vaulted after the shining queen a mere breath after her own claws left the ground, a quick leap in pursuit of her glory. A roar was ripped from his throat, a powerful call that rung harshly through the air. Her heavy scent clung to the air as she and her suitors rose, and it drove the bronze wild. They left the feeding grounds far behind, the carcasses still strewn about the crimson-soaked ground and the bloody guts of ripped herdbeasts macabre reminders of the dragon’s violence. It was a small matter compared to the madness that now weighted the air. He shot forward after her, finally able to release the tension and heat that had been building in him ever since the hot blood had pooled in his stomachs. Caidenth, Zahra leader, was one of the most aerial acrobatic dragons of the weyr, and he would pull out every trick and stunt he knew to win the golden Adeloth. Great strokes of his massive wings hurtled the red-bronze forward, and he threw all caution for his well-being to the winds caressing his hide, for nothing was too great a risk for his queen. He must have her!

That impossible desire writhed within E’riol as well, and the man felt his entire body, his entire mind swallowed in the Flight’s madness, and he finally gave himself up to it. Careful, cool calculations on his part would profit his bronze nothing in this Flight, and if anything would be just a distraction to the wild dragon. No, this Flight....he would let himself go, and trust Caidenth’s instinct and hunger to lead them. The rider’s deep thoughts were then replaced with something far more feral, more primitive. He knew it was his dragon, and he was lost.

The bronze followed Adeloth in her mad flight of vertigo, banking with his large wings and veering as she did. Though her clever tricks did serve to slow Caidenth, she never did lose him, and as she finally straightened her flight and ascended, the dragon still followed her, mad heat burning in him. His wings strained in their effort to make up the ground he had lost during her sharp maneuvers, but his muscles were lean and strong, and though tendons and sinews screamed with the amount of pressure he placed them under, the bronze ignored those small pains. He was powerful, strong and clever, and the queen was more than well-worth a few minor irritations.

[hrsegrl]

He smiled gallantly at his competition. This was going to be fun. T'mur wasn't one to be phased by anything. He was out to have a good time. Flying Queens was part of his life though it was not the end all and be all of his or Shoth's existance. The dragon would disagree at this point. The Queen was every part of why he was there.

He watched her as she took off. Golden and marvelous she was, with the spirit of a Senior Queen. Shoth liked to see the Queens get arrogant like that. She was going to be a challenging one to win over. The Bronze unfurled his wings, stretching them slowly. The other bronzes began taking off just as Shoth did. He was smaller but no less powerful than the others. In fact he was more experienced than many of the others in the ways of Golds.

T'mur looked at Elisha as he did most women, at first. As the Flight began he let himself join with Shoth. Looking through the dragon's multifaceted eyes, he saw Adeloth as never before. She was a sight to see. T'mur/Shoth always enjoyed watching the females they chased. There was something beautiful just in the way they moved. The two often got caught up looking at the little things instead of the bigger picture and the Bronzes that were also trying to win the favor of the beauty before them.

[cynath]

Not soon. NOW. The arrogant bronze snapped back at his rider. Oh my, oh my. The Triveni Wingleader folded his arms across his chest as if he were dealing with Jannike and not a mature dragon. Bristith was usually so tame about Flights too... interesting that he should be so... erratic.

V'rak could feel Bristith's energy, unspent and building up. Like a toy wound so tight that when loosed it would be entertainment for hours.
Wait.

The rider enjoyed the torture he could put his dragon through sometimes. Rushing after the Queen would only waste that energy that would be needed. Adeloth was a fine Queen who had flown many times. And V'rak very much doubted she'd let herself be caught until she was good and ready to do so.

Through Bristith's eyes, the Wingleader could see the numerous bronzes take flight after the Queen, the younger bronzes no longer crowding Bristith.

Now. V'rak told His. Bristith was a large bronze, not the largest, but his wingspan was impressive. And now that he had the space to maneuver those large flight limbs, it was all the better. Do not waste yourself, V'rak got in the last message before he was cut off by a loud roar that erupted from the bronzes jaws, as claws scraped against the stone in a push off, massive wings propelling the dragon upward. There was a small ledge, the very same one that another dragon had been perched on, and Bristith, didn't so much pause as he did use it for another shove off, wings fanning out and beating furiously to catch up.

V'rak gave himself to let Bristith take him on the wild ride. A thrill the Wingleader hadn't had in some time. ...

[thedreamerlady]

While some of the bronzerider still had their sense of self, R'net had been gone since he'd entered the Flight Room- something none of the wall exercises in the world could change. While some had to work on blending, that had never been a problem in this Wingsecond.

And so, it was Torenth who watched as the Queen sprung up, larger than the largest bronze, challenging them all with her wild cry, and it was Torenth who watched as Elisha melded into Adoleth, and it was Torenth who decided all strategy- no pesky human telling him anything. Instinct, and that sense of preservation that he and his rider possessed that drove them aloft.

Without R'net's mind in the way, Torenth didn't feel anything but lust and admiration for the lovely Adoleth, and he would strain after her, just like any other Bronze- with a few exceptions.

Torenth was not big, flashy, or old. He hadn't the stamina of some of the bigger beasts, but lacked the agility of some of the smaller Bronzes- he only had a silver tongue that had won him many Greenflights- though never a Gold.

He didn't strain himself in his takeoff- gliding off his ledge and catching an updraft after the Queen, and holding back. Small strains would lower his stamina to an unacceptable level, and he needed to see who his main competition was. This was far from his first Flight, and the Dragon was dragging out memories of what to do from somewhere(someone).

It would, however, be good to get his voice in before things became a clamor for her attention.

None shall catch you. Torenth agreed, trying to tone his lust down. If one catches you- it was because you chose it. Not his best line ever- but he was thinking on his feet, and trying to keep out flight path of just graduated idiots.

It would have to do.

[brimstone81]

Adeloth rose to her desired height and fell into a downward spiral, which she hoped was quite unsuspected. The queen squealed a little bit in delight as she fell, it was a rush. Adeloth knew she would get the unworthy ones with this. They would fall! The gold queen was a little dizzy, but she would not stop her spirals until it was the perfect time. It was not the perfect time. The ground was getting closer and closer, and she knew what she was doing, yes she did!

Elisha tensed, she trusted Adeloth, though she could not loose her queen. Come on, Addie, come on! The gold dragon could feel the temperature difference, however slight it had been. She knew it was nearly time. It seemed forever until the moment came up and at the last second Adeloth pulled out with a roll, and flew low, heading for the walls of the Weyr. They were tall and imposing, and Adeloth seemed determined to hit them. She crooned out to the followers that came out of the spiral and egged them on. Adeloth was far from won.

Elisha beckoned the males to her, mimicking her dragon. She had a dreamy look to her eyes and she said huskily, repeated Adeloth, "Come, my boys, come to catch me if you can. Or dare." Elisha was feeling comfortable now, and was ready to tease the bronzers.

[hrsegrl]

The Queen was before him, flying at great speed and then diving back toward the ground. He wasn't going to follow her all the way down there, it would take far too much energy. Where Queens were concerned what went down came back up.

Some of the younger less experienced Bronzers may have fallen for that one. Shoth was neither young nor inexperienced. His rider's lips tugged the corners of his mouth to create a slight smile. She was a tricky one and she was challenging them to rise to their best.

Shoth pulled up as she continued to dive, when she began to come closer to them they followed her line of flight once more. Adeloth wanted a challenge, she would get one. Oh, we dare, beautiful Queen, we dare.

[thedreamerlady]

While Shoth was saving his energy for later, Torenth needed to keep himself with Adoleth, letting her know that he was a true contender. Angling slightly, Tor went down on a slightly easier slope, saving his joins for now. When Bronzes began dropping out- then it was time to put true effort into it.

When Adoleth shot up again, Tor was glad he'd moved away from the pack while following the twisting, slippery Gold. She'd shot back up, and catching a puff of air, Tor shot back up as well, staying a careful distance two or so dragon lengths behind her wild tail.

I dare! Torenth trumpeted, announcing his intentions clearly- he would WIN, and nothing was going to stop him. A younger, smaller bronze(much shinier than himself, but Torenth didn't allow himself to linger on it) dropped out, and Torenth let a short burst of speed bring him closer too Adoleth, before deciding on staying a dragon length and a half behind her.

[FireThorne]

Caidenth roared in surprise, in irritation, in fury as the queen fell with maddening speed in a downward spiral, her large wings carrying her at a dizzying pace towards the ground. He had a split second to make his move before she would be lost to him by every-increasing distance, so the bronze did the only thing he knew to keep with her. He followed. The large dragon furled his wings in an instant, holding them close to his body, and then he dropped like a stone. Gaining a few lengths on the maddening temptress, the red-bronze snapped his wings back open, gliding smoothly for a moment before shifting his weight ever-so-slightly to begin a spiral himself. Caid had no time to see how many others had joined the queen in her crazy stunt, but he doubted there were many. Only the most clever, daring bronzes would have dared. Rankers, likely. Her squeal tormented the dragon as she plunged downward, his desire for her only made the worse by her calls. Oh, she must be his!

E’riol flew with his dragon, both man and bronze watching the gold with wary eyes and taut bodies as she came ever closer to the ground. They waited, watching for the moment when she pulled out of her mad dive and shot away. They would not lose her. Caidenth felt a deep, guttural snarl torn from his throat, and that growl was echoed in his rider as well. Hissing lowly, the dragonman watched with eyes as hot as his bronze’s own, almost a sort of double-vision in his cobalt gaze, seeing Elisha yet picturing her as a golden dragonqueen. Flights were such madness, a pandemonium of emotions and sensations that one had no choice but to drown in. The Wingleader was drowning now in the torrent of Flight. It was too much to fight. He did not want to fight.

The large bronze rolled out of the spiral behind his queen, quick movements being the Zahra forte, and they were out-flown by few. A brassy call ringing harshly from his throat, Caidenth roared his desire for the teasing gold, eyes whirling the violent purple of Flight. As they shot towards the weyr’s high, imposing walls, the crimson dragon realized that it was a game of chicken, and he would not be the one to lose! The cold stone rocketed ever-towards them, but he would not slow! Caid felt lust course through his body, hot and heavy, and he was driven mad by his need for Adeloth. Nothing, no nothing would make him stop chasing her. It tormented him. His blood rushed through his veins at a dizzying pace, and his heart thrummed with a chaotic tempo and raced like the legs of a runner. I dare. You will find I dare much, my queen. The bronze said huskily, following the golden one about two dragonlengths behind. His mindvoice was soft, but heat sheathed his words like fire, yet there was silk in the flame.

That low, dark vow was echoed by E’riol, mimicking his dragon as the Weyrwoman did her queen. His voice, much like Caidenth’s, was soft and low, but a thousand wicked promises and black intentions lived in those whispered words. Cobalt eyes alive and burning with desire, the Wingelader’s hands were fisted, his body perfectly still and every muscle taut. Energy coursed through him like lightening, and the heat building in his blood was nearly intolerable.

“We dare.”

[brimstone81]

She had fooled at least one young bronze, and had noticed that Shoth, a previous gold winner, did not follow her all the way. This annoyed her slightly, that she did not outsmart him. Torenth and Caidenth were both close to her coming out of her trick, and so that would mean they were gaining as she flew to the Weyr's wall. Adeloth would have snickered if she could, so her human counterpart, Elisha, did. Adeloth increased her speed and seemed oblivious of the looming danger of keeping course. Adeloth wanted to really make sure that she weeded the garden of bronzes. She was sure none were worthy and she would prove it! Were Elisha in a firmer frame of mind she might think that Adeloth went mad, but as it was, she was just a queen in heat. Adeloth got as close as she dared and flew up, nearly vertical, but she knew that flying straight up was too bad so used an incline and moved her head to see if any bronzes chickened out.

Elisha was smiling, and looked very proud of herself. The woman winked at R'net and beckoned E'riol to her, and then drifted farther away from them all teasingly. She wondered briefly which of them would win her and which of them would go off to find other willing partners. It was of no consequence to her, but still while she gripped on to the last of her own conciousness she wondered about it.

Adeloth was delighted that there were bronzes falling for her tricks and when she regained her desired height she fluttered around the bronzes that were still in the flight, flying away if they tried to get closer to her than she wished. Elisha imitated the by brushing the chests of the riders. She lingered on one rider, and the moved away.