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Are you sure this is the best idea? R'bin asked as he felt his brown, Huarangith, gearing up to take place in a greenflight.

I am. Pretty sure. Why? Do you think it's a bad idea? The rust-colored dragon hovered over the bowl, awaiting his rider's input.

No, not a bad idea. They're just very young. Specifically, R'bin was thinking of the rider, who was not even twenty turns.

Yaguareth would not be flying if she did not feel ready, Huarangith pointed out. I will give chase and ensure that her first flight is exciting. You're under no obligation to pursue her rider.

That was true, and R'bin acknowledged it, apologizing for inserting his pink human nose into dragon business. There was a good deal of time before he either had to report for duty or pick Eri up from the creche, so at least the flight wasn't inconveniently timed.

Have fun, he bid his brown before making his way purposefully to his weyr, where he hoped to encounter no one for the duration of the flight.

One of many side effects of being responsible for his nephew was that he was no longer as eager for mating flights as he used to be, since he now had to worry about Eridan getting sick in the creche and needing to be picked up at any given time, or spotting another rider leaving the weyr and asking questions R'bin was unready to answer, or just generally complicating his life by adding more people to it. He was, unwittingly, becoming something of a recluse.

Stats
40 (base) + 2 (older than 10 turns) = 42

Strength: 9
Speed: 8
Dexterity: 7
Stamina: 10
Wits: 8

While one of the older dragons that had taken to the sky was most definitely for her - Invenirth, I will hope you give me good reason to think so - the other had given no such greeting, and as such Huarangith was given no response in turn. Only a brush of her mind that acknowledged the brown had taken a place in her sky.

Aryale, for her part, was simply going to be thankful that she had some time to rack her brain and decide how much she wanted to fight off those twisting feelings she got from Yaguareth. It could have been such a nice excuse - but she'd also resisted for her own reasons up until then.

Yaguareth sent a burst of love back to Aryale as she circled above the Weyrbowl, taking in any chasers who may have been falling behind on actually getting their wings about them. They had better hurry it up, as far as she felt. The day will not wait for any of us, let's see who will catch the sun first! Yaguareth bid, offering a brush of adoration for those who were already in the sky before taking off inland with one strong beat of her wings.

She'd not be a challenge of speed like some of her smaller sisters, but she would never the less give the larger chasers a run for their money - if they chose to run.

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Rather than dice, Yaguareth's rounds will be determined by options laid out each of her (three) rounds!

Round 1: Keep Pace or Keep Back?

Keep Pace: Does your dragon stick close to Yaguareth? She is an inexperienced riser and it should not be too much of a problem to do so....

Or

Keep Back: Do they give her a little space just in case? She is a fierce green known for fighting down meals that aren't weak contenders......

Pick your option in bold in your post! Several things could happen depending on your chasers stats and how Yaguareth behaves.


Round One will last approximately until Saturday, March 7th at 5PM MST (AKA before Date Night Outing!) - latecomers can still join the fray until the next round!

Yaguareth would not allow Invenirth close without pushing back, swatting at the blue with her tail to force space, but also approving that he had not shied away from her either. She would take her chase farther inland, using the natural geography of the land to allow as close of calls as her pursuers would allow themselves - and perhaps closer than the young green should have gone, scraping herself against too sharp of edges.

But she'd not allow herself being worn ragged to make her simply be scooped up, determined to choose which arms - arm - would carry her for this first time. They would be Invenirth's.