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As they continued their climb through the storm, their numbers might have swelled into the thousands for all Aleyath knew. The rain and dark of night obscured many of the queen's suitors from his perspective, though he supposed if he really cared to know who chased he could have taken the time to count the grasping, eager minds of those around him.

Unsurprisingly, he didn't care to at all.

The brown kept his attention on Khamaith's glimmering hide as he sped after her, but when she veered sharply and disappeared into the clouds, Aleyath's eyes widened as he scrambled to follow. His mirth was obvious beyond the surprised giggle that bounced around his head, as it was echoed in a very human series of delighted honks. Perhaps the breath he wasted on them was why it took him so long to turn around.

Light on the wing tonight, eh? He was well behind now, but there was still time to speed up.

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round one: (strength + stamina) 15/22
round two: (speed + wits) 5/19

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Strength: 11
Speed: 10
Dexterity: 12
Stamina: 11
Wits: 9

Beautiful Queen, you soar on the winds like a flower's petals and it stuns me to my core. I would give anything to catch you. Ever the poet, Sigurath followed with ease, his wings used more to catch currents than to propel. It was best, after all, to save theatrics and such for the end. He'd been through his fair share of flights. However, the moment she asked them to show off? He willingly would do so. Large wings banked his body in a spiral before he pushed off after her, carrying himself further forwards before catching a thermal breeze again, You are far more beautiful than any star, and the most precious of stone. I will sing your praises through the night.

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Sigurath's Stats
Base points for bronze: 45 points
Between 21-35 turns: +7 points
Fit/Motivated: +10 points
Peaceful, Caring, Respectful, or Loving Dragons: +5 points
Smooth-talker: +2 points
TOTAL: 69

Strength: 14
Speed: 10
Dexterity: 12
Stamina: 18
Wits: 16

R1 : MISSED - 0
R2: 26 - 16 TOTAL

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Sigurath
Positive Traits: Driven, Protective, Poetic
Negative Traits: Over-zealous, Aggressive, Playboy

H'ral
Positive Trait List: Jovial, Kind, Fatherly
Negative Trait List: Blunt, Rigid, Overprotective

Lightning is one spotlight I would rather not find myself in, Tierboskath said with good humor, Though I suppose some things are worth the risk. He was able to whip quickly around as the gold changed course, but as he wasn't truly in pursuit of her, he allowed his course to wander, doubling back and weaving through the other, larger suitors, with a flirtatious flick of his tail here and the mental equivalent of a wink there.

He wasn't actively aiming to be a distraction, but he was eager to gauge if there might be any interest in a beauty that wasn't gold.

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Tierboskath's Stats
Blue: 30
Less than 5: +3
Fit/Motivated: +10
Peaceful, etc.: +5
Smooth-talker: +2
Total: 50

Strength: 4
Speed: 13
Dexterity: 15
Stamina: 6
Wits: 12

"I've not spent my energy yet, I hope you will not count me out so soon for even my brown hide!" He wouldn't stop until he knew he had no more to give, he'd focus on this one, yes.



Strength: 15
Speed: 12
Dexterity: 10
Stamina: 15
Wits: 13

Round 1: Strength + Stamina
15+15 = 30 = 20

Round 2: Speed + wits
12+13 =25 = 20

Total = 40

Ever faithful, Mesikath. Her tone soft, her mental touch warm and light. A proud moment, indeed, for she flew with the grace and love of her home Weyr in her. She would do Western proud, of that she was determined.

Khamaith beat her wings powerfully, churning the clouds into swirling wisps. She would never hold another dragon’s hearts, never so willingly cruel while she loved one so wholly. I cannot deny you speak the truth, for I believe our situations are closely related, aren’t they, Illiandinth? Her duty was to continue lines, produce healthy and strong dragons to defend their home -- and no doubt that the bronze came of excellent stock.

A good queen, a gentle queen who listened to those older, wiser than her. But flightlust crashing through her veins, her warring hearts of her desired company and instinct to fly and twine with a strong, capable male, and even her usual sweet disposition was melting in the rain. Fine, Uskatath. Your opinions are quite clear, and perhaps my expectations are overreaching. Her parents, particularly her mother due to her close proximity, were dear to her--and if she hoped her children might possibly need her where their rider might not understand, they would never be remiss to come to their mother (or father, or whatever title their sire decided).

Truthfully, dear, I’m surprised I managed such a quick turn myself. She privately confided in Haezeth, laughing quietly. Perhaps play with her sprite of a mate, perhaps her desire to be back home in combatant with her desire to fly. A touch irritated and anxious that Uskatath’s statements had been untrue. Either way, Khamaith preens for his compliments.

And we certainly couldn’t have that, could we? There’s a touch of guilt in her tone, a nervous energy that her move had been too risky, that her maneuver had been less than ideal for some of her chasers. But Rheinoth’s tone has her cheered, and she sent him a soft wave of affection. But I am ever so glad you didn’t.

Though he had dropped from ahead of her to behind, Khamaith about giggled for Spurth’s enthusiasm. She spun and crooned, the feeling of cool clouds wisping against her almost as soothing as the rain had been. You are too kind. But to be the light to guide you through the night, I will happily do so. There were certainly other queens that might make him just as happy, if not happier, than she.

Her own laugh is soft, a touch both surprised and, if honest, proud to have kept Thespeth on his toes. Perhaps not so hardened if I was able to take you by surprise.

Dear Atarith’s words are a balm to her, as she crooned to the sweet bronze. Perhaps we shall, for the stars shine so brightly, no matter if the clouds covet them away. Perhaps in a sky full of stars might tempt everyone away.. Her tone is almost a touch sad, yet she bathed the bronze in a wash of warmth.

Perhaps verbal prose wasn’t the truest thing she could cling to, yet such unabashed praise and adoration from her horde of suitors had her swooning ever the same. Was most of it fiction? A result of flightlust and desire for a tail twine? Very likely. Yet Khamaith cannot help but feel hampered slightly. Mental preparation can only go so far.

Vanidoth’s words help to calm her, unable to stop herself from basking in his attentions. Your words, your kindness -- they alight my wings, and I fly higher, fly farther. You help me to see my light, but yours shines just as well.

No doubt the rain truly accents all your finer points, Odunith. His roll caught her eye, watching the rain slice off him in waves. His physical prowess was certainly mighty, and Khamaith returns his brassy roar with a call of her own. I cannot deny any offspring would be strong and healthy.

Khamaith blankets Aizoroth in a blanket of radiant warmth, for she can’t help the creep of surprise and delight at his maneuvers -- and his way with words! Shadows all around us, yet the radiance of this dance makes my hearts alight. Crooning, she tries to peek over her wing to see if she can see the brown, but alas, the night swallows things whole. No doubt our union could be quite fortuitous, dear. Her voice soft, warm, mired in the possibility as her wings were starting to ache. Her choice would have to come soon.

The soft, lilting croon escaped her, a flash of warmth for such sweet praise from Turoth. Certainly, with such wonderful dragons that fly with me tonight, only the best will do. Honor, though -- for her choosing? Did he truly mean that? She trilled, letting her claws drag through the clouds as she sailed through. Perhaps there is honor, though my only goal is for the best for my children.

It certainly seems so! There’s a delight in her at pulling off the move, as Khamaith twirls and curls, crooning sweetly to Aleyath. She’s having trouble seeing her suitors, though she’s delightfully aware of each of them.

A game? Perhaps, Moseleth. Khamaith had grown fond of games, ever since she was a hatchling. Baihath’s affinity for them had certainly helped. Her tail lashed, dashing away a whirl of a cloud. However, I cannot help but wonder if our game might be similar, with my playing field full of bronze and brown.

Your way with words is something to behold, dear Sigurath. Certainly the bronze was a poet, and Khamaith can’t help the small twirl at being compared to such beauty. Her, with such scars. With such ability to craft lyrics, no doubt any song would be equally as wonderful.

And your charming dedication helps to be the wind beneath my wings. Hinokith had passion in wing- and claw-ful, that was for certain. But my strength is waning, and we shall see whose claws I find myself in. The beats of her wings were a touch slower. Soon, very soon, she would have to pick.

A surprised laugh erupts from Khamaith. Neither would I, now that I think of it. Though, risk gains reward, hm? Getting struck by lighting was definitely not on her top priority list, however. A wave of appreciative warmth was cast to Tierboskath, for she wished the dragon well.

As I’ve heard, and enjoyed dancing to it’s sweet song, Fusoroth. Khamaith swayed in midair, though whether that was due to her playfulness or her stamina beginning to show it’s wear, it was hard to say. But the clouds felt soothing on her hide, and every beat of her wings sent the droplets scattering.

Oh, Kelilayth, color means naught to me but a possible sire. For she loved a white so fiercely, and knew she must pick a bronze or brown. It was a fair and suitable mind and temperament that called to her, for her children deserved it so.

Whatever fragments of ire that had been building in the young gold were washed away with the skittering of rain and moisture across her thread-scarred hide. Yet though the storm raged below them, it seemed that it was not quite done with toying with her. A sharp updraft caught her wingsails by surprise, blowing her backwards. Khamaith gave a bark of surprise, jaws snapping as the rare curl of red swirled in her eye -- yet gone once more in a blink-before-you-miss-it fashion. She twisted herself around, wings striking the air had as she fought to right herself in the air. Her shoulders ached with the effort, as she wove between her wonderful suitors who might have been buffeted around as well.

Whatever little energy reserves she had clung to to get her through this flight were draining. After all, she was not the most agile of dragons, and though she had good stamina, she certainly could be better. Her wings beat slower, shoulders burning in effort to not be battered around by the wind. Yet, she knew what she must do.

Up. She must climb.

The time has come, my darlings. Up we fly. Her eyes whirled such deep depths of purple as she shot straight up into the air, clouds churning all around her, until Khamaith finally broke out of the cloud layer. The time was now.



Khamaith’s Stats
Strength: 14
Speed: 10
Dexterity: 6
Stamina: 17
Wits: 11

Round 1: Strength + Stamina -- 14+17=31 / 26
Round 2: Speed + Wits -- 10+11=21 / 20
Round 3: Strength + Dex -- 14+6=20 / 6
Round 4: Stamina + Strength -- 17+14=31 / 23
Total: 75

Brown Mesikath of B'jor

Upwards? No, he's much rather not. With a robust flick of his tail he broke away from the fair closing after her. Mesikath sent the queen a parting wave of affection. His strength, his place here were all but at their limit. He lazily sauntered downward, dragging a hind foot in the ocean making a small wave. Khamiath would tend her children well, without a doubt.
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Strength: 16
Speed: 13
Dexterity: 7
Stamina: 10
Wits: 9

Round 1: 1/26 BOYYYY you beefed it
Round 2: 10/22
Round 3: 18/23
Round 4: 7/29

Total: 36

A sharp snap of wind jerked him backwards, and Vanidoth rumbled at the sudden burst of air--he wasn't the only one to be caught by surprise, judging by how Khamaith had to twist, but she certainly managed it far more gracefully than he himself did.
I hope--what I have to give is enough to help you go as high as you wish.
He sent her nothing but encouragement--and wonder, striking him in the air as she began her ascent. To watch her rise was breathtaking, and Vanidoth forgot the rest of the world around him with every powerful beat of her wings. He couldn't help but think that he'd been correct in his earlier judgment--she was the sun, and every gleam of lightning that danced across her golden hide only confirmed that. They pierced through the clouds in a wave of wings, each suitor following her path as closely as was possible--Vanidoth only narrowly avoided being thrown into the flight path of a faster dragon by another errant gust of wind, and he moved to the outside edge of the pack as best as he could to prevent any further close calls.

You'll make the right choice, Khamaith. He knew he'd fallen far behind, and while there was still a chance for him, that same twinge of uncertainty clutched at his throat, cutting off his soft croon of yearning. There were plenty of other Bronzes--and Browns, upon a moment's analysis--who were ahead of him, but Vanidoth couldn't let himself stop. She deserved more than that. To drop out now, at the final moment, simply because he was discouraged--unthinkable. He couldn't disappoint her like that. I know you will. And--I hope they're exactly what you want.

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About Vanidoth: Quiet, polite, and understated, Vanidoth is definitely a dragon best suited to staying out of the limelight. He doesn't like having a lot of attention placed on him, and would much rather deflect all of that focus to someone else. He's hardworking and dependable, but gets easily embarrassed if he's recognized for his contributions.

About S'gatte: Not involved!

Vanidoth's Stats
Base Bronze points: 45
Between 6-20 Turns: +10
Fit/Motivated: +10
Respectful: +5
Total points: 70

Strength: 16
Speed: 10
Dexterity: 11
Stamina: 18
Wits: 15

Round 1 :: Strength + Stamina = 1-34. 1
Round 2 :: Speed + Wits = 1-25. 3
Round 3 :: Strength + Dexterity = 1-27. 6
Round 4 :: Highest stats = 1-34. 2.
Total : 12.