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Her constant flirting with the Bronzes and Browns was really just a reflection of W'nala's attitude. Or so he thought. Yes, she praised them and teased them, all in an effort to make the Blues jealous. SHE would not let herself be caught by a mere Blue, but she loved making them wildly jealous! Just as W'nala playfully flirted with the riders. In the sevendays since Esyn's flight, W'nala had just about forgotten his boast that Quan would be the first to rise. So her bright hide and worsening attitude went unnoticed until early one morning when he sat at one of the tables to eat before starting on chores. A Candidate sat down to join him, a young man whom he had grown fond of recently.

Within his Weyrling class, W'nala was often afraid of approaching the other boys with serious intentions. They all seemed more interested in the girls than in him. So when a handsome young man trapped him in the hall one evening, he found himself drawn to him. The pair exchanged smiles as always, but W'nala recoiled at Naatin's hand on his upper knee. He had made it clear that nothing could really go on between them while Quanalanth was so young. Why would he try to make a move now? Shooting him a look, W'nala noticed the look of lust in Naatin's eyes. It was coupled with a pain that W'nala didn't expect to see in their relationship, which was so young. "Quanalanth is radiant today. I'm sure she will fly far and fast. Whoever wins her will be lucky, as will his rider."

"That's none of your business, Candidate Naatin. What do you know of dragons when you don't even have one yourself?" W'nala snapped before he could suppress the rage. He moved down the bench to get away from the Candidate, the urge to get far away from anyone who would try to get close coursed through his body. "You're just interested in....your own pleasure! Get away from me!" He got up as Naatin reached out for him, and raced out into the Bowl. He grasped for Quanalanth's mind and found himself swept up in the bloodlust. Her massive jaw opened to close around the neck of the poor beast she had captured. Glowing yellow-green wings beat the air as she blooded her kill. Dropping it, she went after another, but abandoned her hunt. She would fly NOW!

((I don't have anyone for a winner in mind yet, so everyone please join and have fun! If you don't have a male Weyrling, I think you can RP an NPC, unless Meridian Flare has an issue with that. ^_^ If I should be swallowed up with work and not log on for awhile, Meridian, you have my permission to RP Quan and end the flight with whoever you pick. I doubt it will happen, but there is a chance that I go *poof* Like Esyn's flight, I don't plan on it lasting very long! She is only Green, and very young after all.))

The candidate Naatin wasn't the only one aware of Quanalanth's state. Lenth, too, had noticed that she was brighter than usual and he had spent a better part of the day preening and strutting around with his chest puffed proudly out. O'zen had noticed his bronze's peculiar behavior, but thought nothing of it.

That is, until the green made her way to the feeding grounds and Lenth rose, with a deafening roar, to follow her. The bronze launched into the air and soared over to the pens where frightened herdbeasts were stampeding below as the young green's suitors began to arrive. However, Lenth did not feed as some others did. He had the stamina to fly after the green without blooding, as green flights were short. So he simply waited patiently, waited for Quanalanth to fly.

Back on the ground, O'zen was struggling. He could feel his dragon's lust through their link and it washed over him, consuming him and smothering all other senses, and that very link between them seemed to strengthen. O'zen's vision was starting to flicker between his and Lenth's and it was growing harder and harder to discern - try as he might - whether he was O'zen or whether he was Lenth.

RodinithZ'fir. An almost surprised sound escaped Quanalanth when she saw the Brown. It was the last reaction of W'nala's before he was fully consumed by his Green. He didn't even have time to be happy that Z'fir's Brown had joined. How dare he call her his! She was Queen of all Pern and belonged to no dragon, especially one who didn't favor her far above all others! If she had her way, Z'fir would still have a choice of either Hers or Rita after the flight. None of the poor males were on her good side at the moment, and Rodinith had landed at the bottom of the bunch.

A Bronze, now there was a strong male. Lenth could perhaps be her equal in some respects. She watched him over her shoulder for a moment, almost making it a point to admire his muscles as they worked to keep him in the chase. No, he wasn't working yet. She would change that. Dropping her speed after only gaining a little bit of height, she quickly wheeled around, a move that would give her some distance, but not much since she herself had to slow down to complete it. Young wing muscles yelled at her in protest as she flew past Gabranth (now in just about the opposite direction from where she had been going) and noticed him for the first time. He was a good suitor, but could he out maneuver Lenth? The Green still hissed at him, all the same. How dare he not announce himself as a challenger? Where was his mighty roar and claims of devotion? Well, none of them really lived up to her standards, so they wouldn't see her picking a winner! Outsmarting her would be the only way to win, but she also didn't think any of them could do that.

Quanalanth pumped her wings in an attempt to gain back some of the lost speed and altitude, and suddenly felt the strong push of a thermal on her left. Turning slightly, she shot up faster, but was dismayed to find most were following along better than anticipated. Well she had a surprise for them! Just when it looked as though she was going to ride the thermal to the top, she went into a barrel roll, tucked in her wings tighter, and pointed her nose to the ground. The Green nearly collided with Rodinith as she shot past the males, but she made it by and didn't pull out of the dive until she was just above the highest peak of the Weyr. Roaring loudly, she thought herself quite the tricky little Queeny-Green! They wouldn't be able to keep up!

Gabranth let out a startled squak and moved backwards as the green shot towards him. His eyes piqued with curiosity he darted after her after he had regained his senses. She was sneaky, and so horribly fast. He just knew he had to chase, catch, and prove that he was the best suitor in the bunch. He was smaller than a bronze, more nimble than they were. He was bigger than a blue, with more stamina. He had as good a chance as all the others. "I'm as good as they are!" he screamed that loudly, to R'lie and Rita as he followed her dive, tucking his limbs and wings as close to his body as he could, tightening everything to pick up speed.

Then came the tip of the weyr and his wings exploded outwards, catching air and lifting him upwards, slowing him almost immediatly. He arched backwards and got the height he needed to clear the peak and then he was chasing again. His eyes where whirling, watching the green dragon. She was all that mattered. Bronzes, or blue, or another brown . . . none of them mattered. They wouldn't satisfy this feeling.

Faster, faster, faster. I must go faster!

Lenth circled overhead, watching Quanalanth keenly, barely taking notice of the arrival of the other dragons. One of them did catch his attention though, a familiar brown who roared his challenge and demanded that he, Lenth, leave the green! The bronze snorted in amusement and ignored the smaller dragon's threat. Nothing would stop him!

He looked back at Quanalanth just in time to see her wheel around and fly past them. Lenth paused, alarmed, but quickly regained his composure and turned as sharply as he could manage. The maneuver was difficult on him - he wasn't suited for those sort of turns - and he ended up at the tail end of the group now. This frustrated him, moved him to pump his wings harder in an attempt to regain lost ground.

His chance to do so came when the green abruptly shot up, riding a thermal. Lenth rose after her, his large wings filling like sails as the thermal propelled him upwards. His strength came as an advantage as they climbed higher and higher into the air. Gradually, Lenth drew nearer.

And then she was away again, plummeting downwards. Lenth folded his wings tightly against his body, making himself as aerodynamic as possible, and let gravity drag him down after her. Ground was quickly approaching, but Lenth - far too eager to take the green as his own - did not notice until Quanalanth pulled up from her dive.

The peak filled his vision and, with a surprised squawk, Lenth snapped his wings open. It slowed his descent, but momentum still carried him at an alarming rate. Desperate, Lenth wheeled to the side and narrowly avoided crashing into the ground. Regardless, the damage had been done; pain shot through Lenth's strained wings; young muscles had been pushed too far.

Victory was impossible now, Lenth realized with frustration and with dismay. With a low keen, the bronze leveled out into a glide and slowly descended to the weyrbowl. He landed not-so-gently and simply sat there once he came to a stop. He snorted irritably. Next time, he would not make the same mistake.

((wow, for being so rushed this didn't turn out half bad! Anyways, I'm off to Tacoma! <3))

{{YAAAAYYYYY!}}

Gabranth was wildly surprised. He had bested a bronze! He was gloating at that achievement. The green was snared up in his clutches. He was beat beyond belief but he was too happy, elated, and proud of himself. He hummed with pleasure as their necks wrapped around each other. No doubt that R'lie was proud that his brown dragon was so strong.