Post by brimstone81 on Dec 7, 2007 0:24:26 GMT -5
It was a brisk day, even chilly, one might add, but Elisha felt warm and antsy. She woke up early, probably due to the fact that Adeloth was grumbling loudly to herself, and shining bright as the heavens. Elisha, with her expertise, could tell that Adeloth was very close to rising. Might even rise that day. Elisha slipped from the comforts of her bed, V’rak sleeping more soundly than she could herself. She dressed from her sleeping skins and put on warm clothes and a jacket with a fur lined hood. Pulling it over her ears, she had felt like she should go outside and look at the runners or something. She didn’t feel like klah, she didn’t feel like reading, she didn’t feel like wandering the lower caverns; she just felt like taking a walk outside. She had always loved the open air, ever since she was very young, watching over her mother’s few beasts.
She walked outside with purpose, and visited the herd beast pens. She had heard a calf had been born less than a sevenday ago. It was perhaps a little early for a spring calf, but she was assured the little thing would make it. She noticed the mother had been removed from the rest of the herd along with her calf, and it was probably best. Elisha liked to be with the animals. If women were more welcome in the crafts as apprentices, she wondered if she would have been a beastcrafter. But then she would have also liked to be a healer. Yet, if anything, she had become a scribe. That was more than she could say for a lot of girls. Despite her poor upbringings, she had done well for herself.
Then one of the ways she had done well for herself soared above her, shining as bright as any morning sun, Mine! Get away from there! It was a sharp command, and Elisha knew Adeloth to be proddy, especially this time of year. It was then that Elisha noticed who was watching her. As she turned herself about several large dragons loomed nearby. They were bronzes, every single one of them. Oh, I see what you mean. Elisha got out of the area and more to the flight rooms, now certain her hunch had been correct about it perhaps being today of all days that Addie flew. She turned for another look, and was pretty sure she recognized Bristith there.
Elisha was not the first person to get to the flight rooms. She saw two old veterans there, M’varken of bronze Renith, and T’kellis of bronze Shoth, both of whom flew Adeloth’s sister Valoith several times. Third to arrive was arrogant and horrible J’kart. He looked at her with eyes of lust and she involuntarily shivered. With her eyes on J’kart, she didn’t notice her sweet Weyrleader come up behind her and squeeze her hand encouragingly. She smiled warmly at him, and noticed the other bronzeriders glare. Lazily K’mor came last, never really too motivated anymore, she noticed. She had also heard he had several children by different girls since their “relationship,” if you could call it that, ended. Reputations aside, she quickly counted the contenders. There are five competitors, does that make you happy, love? To which she was firmly replied, There are six. I count six riders. You forget Esnorth’s Adeloth answers smugly. Elisha remembers now, they say he locks himself up with one woman. How strange for a man of the Weyr.
Adeloth dives from the sky and bloods. Before long she has five beasts blooded, and lifts her head from the last, her bloody maw emitting a strong bugle. It was a bugle of challenge, and the bronzes looked up to it. She lifted her great golden body from the ground and her mess. Elisha is relieved that Adeloth doesn’t need much telling to just blood than gorge. Once the queen is in the air and ascending, the bronzes follow, the loud beating of wings fill Elisha’s mind as she starts her transition to become one with Adeloth. The queen screams in her glory and the males press on in their regal parade. Twists and turns, they all endure, until old Renith drops from the race, his old wings tired and achy. The queen loop de loop and while the wiser bronzes avoid her tricks, but cocky Sventh figured he’s get through it and impress Adeloth. Unfortunately Sventh tried to get showy and faltered, he pulled something in his shoulder wing joint. With Sventh and Renith out of the race, the other males pulled closer. The closest to her was the old vetran Shoth, who’s queen winning record made Bristith look like a rookie. Galneth pulled up rear, though he couldn’t get past Eznorth. In fact, Eznorth was the only bronze who had not yet won a queen out of the entire group, though most bets were still on the reigning champion, Bristith. It was soon apparent that Galneth got into Shoth’s space, and they sort of bumped each other, as if in a shoving match. They were too wrapped up in winning to notice they were losing ground. Eznorth and Bristith were right up on Adeloth now, though the bronzes tried to avoid the other as much as possible. First she swung around and Eznorth rubbed against her, and Elisha moaned a bit with Adeloth. Bristith growled, followed by V’rak’s protective arm on Elisha’s shoulder. In a swift predatory movement Bristith went for a tiring Adeloth, and she gave in to him. Adeloth was caught once again by Bristith.
Elisha fell into V’rak and they made their way clamoring to the flight room.
She walked outside with purpose, and visited the herd beast pens. She had heard a calf had been born less than a sevenday ago. It was perhaps a little early for a spring calf, but she was assured the little thing would make it. She noticed the mother had been removed from the rest of the herd along with her calf, and it was probably best. Elisha liked to be with the animals. If women were more welcome in the crafts as apprentices, she wondered if she would have been a beastcrafter. But then she would have also liked to be a healer. Yet, if anything, she had become a scribe. That was more than she could say for a lot of girls. Despite her poor upbringings, she had done well for herself.
Then one of the ways she had done well for herself soared above her, shining as bright as any morning sun, Mine! Get away from there! It was a sharp command, and Elisha knew Adeloth to be proddy, especially this time of year. It was then that Elisha noticed who was watching her. As she turned herself about several large dragons loomed nearby. They were bronzes, every single one of them. Oh, I see what you mean. Elisha got out of the area and more to the flight rooms, now certain her hunch had been correct about it perhaps being today of all days that Addie flew. She turned for another look, and was pretty sure she recognized Bristith there.
Elisha was not the first person to get to the flight rooms. She saw two old veterans there, M’varken of bronze Renith, and T’kellis of bronze Shoth, both of whom flew Adeloth’s sister Valoith several times. Third to arrive was arrogant and horrible J’kart. He looked at her with eyes of lust and she involuntarily shivered. With her eyes on J’kart, she didn’t notice her sweet Weyrleader come up behind her and squeeze her hand encouragingly. She smiled warmly at him, and noticed the other bronzeriders glare. Lazily K’mor came last, never really too motivated anymore, she noticed. She had also heard he had several children by different girls since their “relationship,” if you could call it that, ended. Reputations aside, she quickly counted the contenders. There are five competitors, does that make you happy, love? To which she was firmly replied, There are six. I count six riders. You forget Esnorth’s Adeloth answers smugly. Elisha remembers now, they say he locks himself up with one woman. How strange for a man of the Weyr.
Adeloth dives from the sky and bloods. Before long she has five beasts blooded, and lifts her head from the last, her bloody maw emitting a strong bugle. It was a bugle of challenge, and the bronzes looked up to it. She lifted her great golden body from the ground and her mess. Elisha is relieved that Adeloth doesn’t need much telling to just blood than gorge. Once the queen is in the air and ascending, the bronzes follow, the loud beating of wings fill Elisha’s mind as she starts her transition to become one with Adeloth. The queen screams in her glory and the males press on in their regal parade. Twists and turns, they all endure, until old Renith drops from the race, his old wings tired and achy. The queen loop de loop and while the wiser bronzes avoid her tricks, but cocky Sventh figured he’s get through it and impress Adeloth. Unfortunately Sventh tried to get showy and faltered, he pulled something in his shoulder wing joint. With Sventh and Renith out of the race, the other males pulled closer. The closest to her was the old vetran Shoth, who’s queen winning record made Bristith look like a rookie. Galneth pulled up rear, though he couldn’t get past Eznorth. In fact, Eznorth was the only bronze who had not yet won a queen out of the entire group, though most bets were still on the reigning champion, Bristith. It was soon apparent that Galneth got into Shoth’s space, and they sort of bumped each other, as if in a shoving match. They were too wrapped up in winning to notice they were losing ground. Eznorth and Bristith were right up on Adeloth now, though the bronzes tried to avoid the other as much as possible. First she swung around and Eznorth rubbed against her, and Elisha moaned a bit with Adeloth. Bristith growled, followed by V’rak’s protective arm on Elisha’s shoulder. In a swift predatory movement Bristith went for a tiring Adeloth, and she gave in to him. Adeloth was caught once again by Bristith.
Elisha fell into V’rak and they made their way clamoring to the flight room.