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Date Posted: 21:50:36 03/22/05 Tue
Author: Quilth - T'bel
Subject: ---===.__-_-_-||( )>==Oo
In reply to: Chuth & T'gan 's message, ">~<" on 20:51:00 03/19/05 Sat

Wind pummels loudly against a face arched out and above the salty spray, the added sting of salty brine leaping up in the gusting winds to stab into the wide swirling russet gaze. The bronze did not blink, nor dare to close even the thinnest innermost eyelid, for he wanted as pure a view of the golden beauty as was possible, and the suggestion of trading the wonders of watching her move as she soared over the cresting waves for his own comfort was unthinkable. The burning twist in his shoulders that assaulted him with each downward thrust of his wings, the ache in back muscles as those wings drew back, and the cold fire in his thick barrel chest, burning stronger with each new breath to restart the process, all were worth this chance to follow and be so close to such wondrous strength, stunning beauty, and intellectual perfection. But did this chance draw nearer? A tinge of blue swirled deep into Quilth’s red-desperate gaze as Shrineth back-winged closer, his eyes catching her own choice of actions with such joy, that the furious emotions of physical need were momentarily quelled by absolute ecstasy.

A soft croon of bliss escaped the bronze’s tight rein of his expression at her propinquity, though the instinctive hum was likely lost among buffeting winds over the ocean. He winced slightly, the slight bit of his rational mind reminding him of how Shrineth had reacted to the last collection of noise made by her unworthy suitors. And yet, how could he not give off such a cry? Shrineth was so close that her golden glowing hide, distinct in its flawlessness but previously blurred by distance was now wholly revealed to him, intricate shades of marbled metallic coloration winding together in such an inconceivable weave of hue and contrast that he wished to imprint the vision of it in his mind for all eternity. Its radiant glow was near enough to reflect off of his own damp face, and he reveled in the feeling of warmth that his heightened senses allowed him to experience via the sheen, or perhaps it was the proximity of the gold’s body. He inhaled once, muzzle flexing immediately afterward to try close his nostrils over the tiny bit of her essence he had received. This never before experienced scent of feminine strength and clever determination was far too precious to be allowed to escape from him now that he had been allowed to know it, for the golden remedy toughened his own body and shoved aside the previous pains of exertion. Shrineth was so amazing in and of herself, and yet she somehow had enough excellence to improve upon his own spirits with her mere presence! Broad bronze wings curled into Quilth’s chest, resulting in a barrel roll that reflected his joy at this new realization.

As the yellow-bronze Quilth righted himself, his eyes drifted upwards, continually locked onto the golden form before him, even now as she pulled herself up and away. A swift and powerful thrust of wings and he angled himself after her, gaining speed in a direct attempt to regain that wondrous closeness of before. He careens through various cloud cover, not bothering to dodge but instead spiraling through, sending rotating strands of cirrus trailing after his nimble form. However, a flash of teeth from the faultless evaluator does manage to flick a small switch within the one-track mind, and the bronze’s tactic shifts from maniacal speed to a hopeful display, and with a flourish of a swift aerial flip, if less controlled than before due to fatigue, Quilth continues his pursuit in a less direct manner. Unfortunately, after a few moments of rolls and spirals the yellow-bronze pulls back into a straight angle upwards, the wet fire of cold air in heaving lungs preventing further acrobatics. Quilth’s sides ached terribly, the knife-like stab of each new breath causing him to flinch.

From the ground, T’bel’s body cringed as his own ribcage seemed to crush in upon his chest. Clouded eyes saw nothing but the dragon’s sky before him, but sweat broke on a squinting brow at the onslaught of his life mate’s pain. There were no longer sentient words to be spoken, but the reflexive instinct of one once long ago trained in the Harper craft kicked in, and he inhaled from his stomach, allowing the air to completely fill his lungs and push down against his diaphragm. He felt it fill his chest, and then extend up into the length of his throat. His shoulders rose, and he lowered them, but maintained the high position of his breast plate. Then, very slowly in a controlled manner, he exhaled with a soft hiss through clenched teeth. The pain in his sides exited with the air, and the reciprocal motions of his dragon above.

From Quilth however, there was no longer silence. His mind reeled with the sudden human influence below, and the tunes of various love songs T’bel had often sung to entertain him as a young dragonet flipped through his mind as possible musical gifts for the gold ahead. His maw opened as his body took a free-winging spiral to show his revitalized spirit, and he prepared the music chosen within his mind… but not that within his spirit! As the breath exhaled through draconic vocal folds, it was neither on pitch nor melodious, and no harmony could be made for it save that of a golden response. A low loving croon rose slowly up into high pitched creel no self-respecting bronze would make except for times of necessity. It fluctuated up in the counter-tenor octaves, and then settled into a laughing baritone bugle of sheer joy. He was in the skies of Pern, given this chance to follow the greatest and most intelligent of all Queens. He had watched her move, smelled her fiery determination, and felt the heat of her wild radiance on his face. Surely there was no better time than that in which he flew, following after the swift form of Shrineth! His cry echoed the respect and love and hope that any sane bronze would offer to such a wondrous Gold; but also, it gave his gratitude for these moments of breathtaking flight.

On the earth below, T’bel turned to smile at Wessae instinctively, for his human gaze was still blind. It was the first sign of happiness the bronze rider had given in so long without the taint of a joke or social need. Slowly, he dared to take one small step towards the courageous Weyrwoman.

Quilth’s soul-song continued on overhead in the azure skies.

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