(07.15.2761 - GOLDFLIGHT) The Little Blue Who Could. . . Or Couldn't. (Fi/Satyrth, Any Weyrlings/WLMs)

[Runninggrass]

((Ohh.))

 

"Hrm?" Fiena looked up from where she was working on her lesson work. It had been neglected some during the Gather days, and she needed to catch up. <<What's up, love?>>

 

((Gold Xyxith takes the skies, above the clouds and males she flies.))

 

<<Goodie. . .>> Well, that explained the sudden urge to satisfy certain desires that were pretty much forbidden at the moment. . . <<Wait, where are you going? You know we're still under lock and key after what happened with K'lor!>>

 

The little blue bounced out of his wallow and out the door, ignoring Fiena's protests. He skipped about, almost dancing, his beautiful wings flared and straining against the air.

 

<<Oh for the love of tiny green firelizards, you can't be SERIOUS!>>

 

((And why should I not chase? This is a most important race! This is what I was born to do, well, one thing of two. I will chase and I will win, let the battle of wills begin!))

 

Flap. . . Flap flap, jump, scuttle, strain FLAP FLAP. . .

 

((Almost. . .))

 

<<Satyrth, you can barely glide, yet. . . You can't possibly think to get airborne enough to catch a Gold already in flight. . . Honey, there'll be a time for you when you're grown, and you can catch every female in the Weyr. . .>>

 

Straiiiiiiiinflapflapflap pantpantpant. ((I can do this! I was born to it!)) The blue protested.

 

<<Baby, really, we're going to get in trouble! We're not supposed to wander about like this, especially during a Goldflight. . . C'mon. . . Let's go in. . . Please?>>

 

Flapflapflap! ((I'm flying! I'm fly-OOF!)) Satyrth had jumped particularly high aided by his frantic flapping, only to land back on the earth hard, bumping his chin.

 

<<Oh sweety!>> Fi was at his side instantly, his head pulled onto her folded knees. <<It's okay, sweetheart! There'll be plenty of other Flights and you can prove just how amazing you are to everyone, including yourself. Every girl in the Weyr will fall at your feet just for the chance to snuggle. . .>>

 

((Promise?))

 

<<On my word as your Rider!>>

 

((Okay then. . .))

 

OOC: Feel free to have a WLM come to collect her to herd all the Weyrlings together, or another Weyrling to come see what's up and either commisserate or mock them. Bwahahaha

[Nicole Graves]

L'bril was just returning to the barracks, Reuth in tow, when he caught sight of Fi. He turned the corner just in time to see Satyrth's impact with the hard ground. It was hard enough to make the young man wince and Reuth trilled a query to his sibling.

{{Satyrth, are you all right?}} Reuth asked, walking over to the blue to bump his shoulder affably. L'bril was less eager to cross over and talk, seeing as how the last time he tried to check up on Fi went. She probably thought him still the creepy weirdo. Reuth looked over his shoulder at his rider, as if to say 'What is taking you so long.' and stared at him until L'bril made his way over.

"Fi..uh..hi. Everything okay?" he asked awkwardly.

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