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A gentle breeze coaxed away the last of the wintry cold, a promise of a warm summer to come lingering on its fragrant breath. R'uun watched the gentle giant green doze upon her ledge, a small, concerned smile playing on his lips. It had been so long... So long now, since her fellows had risen. So long since they had had their lessons. And still, she had not felt that freedom so described by their Weyrlingmasters.

Was he the reason she was holding back? Was his immaturity, his reluctance, his passiveness showing once more? Was she indulging him, as she always had? Was she waiting for his permission? His heart broke at the thought, and he looked away, determined not to rouse her with his thoughts. Maybe it was her own hearts that caused her grief? She was a steady creature, a dragon of habit and routine... Maybe the thought of flying did not appeal to her as it had to others.

He picked up his whittling knife, running his finger over the ever so familiar handle, seeking reassurance from a past life. He had grown. He had matured somewhat. He knew himself better, showed a little more outwards confidence... It was a different him now, that contemplating whittling away at his woodwork. And still something didn't sit right.

You were afraid, a soft voice answered him. R'uun started, turning in his chair to see those bright, whirling eyes fix him with a knowing look. But you are not anymore. I have known for some time... She trailed off, as if this alone was the justification for all the waiting. Sometimes she was cryptic.

Her eyes, he realised, were as deep a purple as the sunset that framed her. "Indy..." He began, his mouth going dry, his heart beating fast.

I would never leave you, but I feel a need to fly... You understand. It wasn't a question. It wasn't even a request. A certainty passed between them, and R'uun's heart slowed as he nodded, as he rose to his door and turned the key. Locked away, solitary for now- it would be better if he did not distract her.

Indarrath turned to the golden sky, crooning her appreciation for its beauty, before sweeping off her ledge in a fluid, upwards motion. Her wings felt stiff after her nap, but a good flight ought to bring relief. She crooned again, a large, green, glowing arrow poised above the Weyr, before streaking over its rim and into the heavens above.

It would be a long flight, if she had her say and her will. Acrobatics were never her forte-but she was a strong, well-built dragon. She could last as long as she needed to before having to make her choice. There, twined within her, was R'uun, calm and accepting. The tranquillity of that moment buoyed her, and she flew ever higher, a silent challenge to all those who might seek her favour.



Rules:

• This is a one-post flight. Suitors of all types are welcome, HR or unaffiliated only. NPCs are welcome. heart
  
• Roll 3 20-sided dice: your position in the Flight is determined by how close each of your rolls are to Indarrath's.
  
• The winner will be rolled from the closest three scores and a surprise fourth, selected on Indarrath's preferences. If you roll the exact same as Indarrath, it will be an auto-win (unless more than one suitor rolls the exact same- then I think we should go buy lottery tickets or something).
  
• Flight will close Saturday 10th April, 20:00 PST.
  

About:
Indarrath is a gentle giant of a green, both soft and nurturing. She puts others first, often at personal cost. She's predictable and far from flashy, but her genuine, sincere love for others is endearing (if somewhat indulgent). This green doesn't have a bad bone in her body, and welcomes all. Her serene demeanour and sheltering nature may draw those in need of comfort or support.

R'uun is unavailable this flight.

NPC Blue Balinth, of R'cor
Eyes painted red watched as Indarrath took to the skies. She did not bellow, did not roar challenge, did not hiss and spit at what might come; instead, she took the air quietly, ever so seemingly unassuming. Would anyone notice her unspoken cry? It didn't matter as far as the blue was concerned, because he had noticed--and he would not look away.

Spreading his wings, the large dragon did not hesitate to push himself from his ledge. Where she had remained quiet, Balinth required no such restraint; instead, he cried out to the lovely, young green. Beautiful lady, ever resplendent as you dance upon the wind, your Balinth is here. That the skies are not full of suitors yet is truly a shame--but I shall fly to the last, wherever you lead, simply to have a chance at your favor. Perhaps he was not as well-versed as a Harper or some of the more silver-tongued dragons of the Weyr, but the large blue was giving it his all.

He was here, and he had every hope to follow her to the end.

His rider, R'cor, gave a small sigh. This wasn't what he expected, for Balinth did not rise after every green that took the skies--but he would not object. The once Mercenary had little complaints in terms of flights. While he had been on his way to the Dining Hall to scare up a snack, he found food was the last thing on his mind.

Well, the Weyr was often full of eager individuals happy to entertain such a rider--and R'cor had every intention of finding himself a spot of company.

Brown Chluaith of T'nori

It was a good evening for flight, and Chluaith was pleased that he and his bond's downtime coincided with the pleasant weather. At least, he had been at the outset, but T'nori had noticed some wear on their riding harnesses and wanted to tend to it, and then the matter had gotten complicated as it turned out that there were apparently multiple parts of the harness in need of repair. Chluaith, like his rider, was a dutiful dragon, and he would never have suggested T'nori leave work for tomorrow that could be done today, but he could not help feeling sorry that T'nori would probably be occupied the whole evening, and would not have time to fly with him. As a compromise, T'nori had taken his work outside into the weyr bowl so that he could at least glance up from time to time and admire Chluaith in flight until darkness fell.

As it turned out, T'nori would be able to join Chluaith in a much more thrilling sort of flight, for when Indarrath took to the golden sky, Chluaith realized that he very much wanted to pursue her the green. Like him, she was sturdily built and large for her color, and as an exceptionally large dragon himself, Chluaith appreciated that trait in others. Like all greens, she looked especially lovely as she rose in this particular flight, and he informed T'nori that he was going to give chase. His dark-skinned rider began to gather up his leatherworking kit and harness in order to remove himself from the weyrbowl and return to their weyr. This was only the second time Chluaith had flown after a rising green, but the first time had been instructive, and T'nori preferred to be on his own this time.

His rider departing physically, but still sharing in his exultation, Chluaith wheeled in the air and took off, turning over in his mind some sort of pretty something he could call to Indarrath to woo her. Alas, creativity had never been Chluaith's strong suit, and after what felt like too long a time to the brown, he simply told her, You are lovely.

After that, he devoted himself entirely to the task of winning her regard by keeping up with her in flight, deciding that he could best prove the sincerity of his words by flying well and giving her his undivided attention.

Blue Yinth of Adar


Adar sat just inside the door of her weyr, enjoying the pleasant spring breeze that drifted in while bent over her leather riding equipment, finishing a few needed repairs after their most recent battle with threadfall. Her focus on her task was stirred by an almost mooning pang, like a wistful sigh, from her bondmate.

Oh, she's so lovely...

Ah, a rising green. The rider grinned, snorting her soft stifled chuckle through her nose, before setting aside her work to go possibly find some company. 'You know, Yinth, you don't need my permission to go chase. Go tell that lady how lovely she is yourself. You're a sweetheart. You never know how it'll work out unless you try...'

Yinth rumbled brightly as he stood and sent an appreciative thank you to his rider before taking wing from basking on their ledge.

The heavens are only more beautiful for your presence among them, Indarrath. Something simple, something sweet. He'd do his best to fly well for her.



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Blue Yinth

The short of it - He's an overly go-with-the-flow cuddle bug, warm, encouraging, and supportive. As small as a blue can be and delicately boned, a highly agile and acrobatic threadfighter, Yinth is very content with his lot in life and, socially speaking and outside of fighting thread, is definitely more of a lover than a fighter.

Positive Traits: Sunny, Tactile, Relaxed
Negative Traits: Unambitious, Cowardly, Easily Bullied

Thank you so much for participating! I really loved reading each post, and every dragon is utterly delightful. I wish they could all win! heart

Alas, there can only be one! Here is the list. ^^

1. Kiora of Green Nolioth (+3)
2. Len'n of Brown Milsith (-3)
3. O'ler of Brown Praeloth (+6)
4. Adar of Blue Yinth (personality)

IC post to come! ^^