Establishing the Weyrleader

Writers: Suzee, Paula, Heather, Clancey
Date Posted: 3rd July 2014

Characters: D'kere, K'ale, D'ale, J'darin, N'call, G'nir, Saibra
Description: Chioneth rises at DFW determining the Weyrleader.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 25 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Teseada

K'ale

It was too soon. At least a month or two too soon according to her
calculations. Saibra wondered if the move to Dragonsfall had sped up
the process? The Weyr needed an official Weyrwoman, and it needed
another clutch on the Sands, and from the way Chioneth's hide was
glowing, she had deemed it time.

It was late afternoon (**Better than the crack of dawn.**) and she had
just left a meeting with Teseada. Grabbing the first drudge that she
passed, she gave the girl specific orders, "Make sure miss Teseada is
on her way out of the Weyr. Understand?" At the drudge's quick nod,
Saibra continued on her way toward the Feeding Pens, where Chioneth
landed a moment later, causing a frenzied stampede inside the pens.

Saibra's walk was slow and confident, her face a mask of cool
determination as she locked wills with her golden lifemate. Normally
the picture of elegance, Chioneth was petulantly hissing at the male
dragons of the Weyr while snatching up herdbeasts and tossing them
back if they were found to be "unworthy."

**Drink your blood and fly, Chioneth.** Saibra commanded, earning her
a hiss from the golden queen.

Haloth bellowed his intention to chase and circled the unfamiliar gold
with one eye on her and the other on a beast to blood.

N'call came trotting out from the winter Weyrlake where they'd been
only moments before. At least Haloth would be shiny for the flight. He
walked toward Saibra with a half smile. She was concentrating on
controlling her gold by his eyes roamed over a very lovely goldrider.
**Catch her**

}:I will,:{ Haloth replied intensely.

Nirreth didn't draggle, this was his weyr and he intended to keep it.
Not to mention that Chioneth was quite a prize and fine looking Gold.
He landed near the feeding pens, bellowing a challenge to all other
males.

G'nir abandoned his hidework and ran to the feeding pens. He kept
wondering what his chances were. Could he pull it off again? Could
Nirreth claim Chioneth like he did Genith? Was he going to be replaced
as Weyrleader? He just hated the uncertainity.

As surprising as all the changes had been, this one surprised him more
than most. The goldrider from Dolphin Cove had come here. True, she
was almost guaranteed the Senior spot, and it was good, because Tes
was a bit young for Senior. He didn't know her, and Hasaarth didn't
know her gold. He had been too busy with weyrlings and helping his
new 'Second get acclimated to spend much time getting to know her,
Saibra was her name, but when her gold declared her intentions,
Hasaarth was right behind the other bronzes contesting to win her.

Hasaarth landed by Nirreth and growled at him. This time _he_ would
win! They would lead the Weyr again!!

J'darin staggered a little under Hasaarth's overwhelming urge to win.
He didn't want to be Weyrleader... did he?

He put his doubts aside, for now. He would not detract from his
beautiful, strong bronze. This was it. This was everything.
Torerath landed beside the bronzes and flared his long brown wings.
Hunger for gold swirled in his eyes. He added his own bellow to that
of the bronzes posturing for the golden prize.

D'ale joined the circle around Saibra with an intent look and nod to
the others.

K'ale jogged up to join them as well a moment later. Imalkyth's nut
brown hide gleaming with youth and health. He had won gold before and
could do it again. But his young rider knew he was _not_ ready to be
Weyrleader as he took his place next to his father.

Kenirath had chased more than one gold in his sixteen Turns, but never
had he been successful in catching a queen. D'kere was neither the
youngest, nor the oldest, bronzerider present, but the quiet
bronzerider would be relieved when Kenirath didn't win.

The moment Saibra saw the brown dragon land with the other suitors she
winced, because she knew immediately what the sassy queen's scathing
comment would be.

}:No _brown_ will ever catch me!:{ She hissed.

Saibra decided it wasn't the time to remind her dragon that seventeen
Turns ago she was caught by K'fel's brown. Still, for the
Weyrleadership? Saibra had no doubt it would be a bronze that would
catch her wily lifemate.

Chioneth flung her third herdbeast aside, blood still smearing her
muzzle as she reared her head back and screamed her challenge to the
skies. Launching from her coiled haunches, the new senior Queen of
Dragonsfall rocketed into the afternoon sky.

Many of the dragon's who were intent on the queen had won gold before
and as intent as they were on the prize it was Torerath who was first
off the mark after the hurtling gold arrow. Imalkyth not far behind.
Father and son craned their necks to watch the dragons fly.

Dropping a carcass, Haloth leaped after Chioneth with dripping jaws as
he screamed after the queen. She was incredible carving a glowing arc
across the skies of Dragonsfall. He was determined to have her.

Hasaarth was hard after Haloth, remembering well how he nearly edged
him out for his weyrmate, Ellyth. He had been so close!

Just a wingbeat passed and Hasaarth dived to the side coming even with
Haloth, straining after the beautiful gold prize. He had wanted
Ellyth for her own sake. She was a _very_ lovely green. And he had
wanted to win for his rider. He had put his heart full into that
chase. But this! This was a Queen! He deserved her! He would have
her and prove once and for all they deserved to lead, he and his
rider.

}:You are magnificient! I will fly you well!:{ He was already calling
to her, praising her beauty and watching closely for sudden moves.
Greens were fast, but golds... golds were wily and strong. You had
to be sharp to catch a gold.

J'darin lost his doubt completely, now fully intent on his lifemate in
the sky, urging him on.

Chioneth ignored the jostling males behind her as she soared in the
vivid sky, splashed with purples, pinks, and hot oranges as the sun
began to fade behind the cold mountain range. The sun was working
against her, and Chioneth was determined to enjoy the exhilarating
freedom that she found in the skies through the strength of her flight
and the herdbeasts blood that fueled her.

One with her dragon, Saibra stood with her back to the men, her arms
wrapped around her to fight off the frigid air around them. She could
barely feel it though, the cold, as she soared high above the Weyr,
linked with her golden beauty in a way that no dragonrider could
adequately describe.

There was no time to be in amazement by the golden queen's beauty as
she weaved through the skies, not if they wanted to catch such a
cunning, willful creature. Kenirath followed close behind her, the tip
of his nose nearly touching her tail at one point before she darted
away.

Nirreth followed her, enjoying the Chase, enjoying the Challenge. He
would enjoy even more if he won. On the ground, G'nir's worries where
pushed aside when their bond took it's full strength, and the line
between dragon and man blurred. He was Nirreth, Nirreth was him and
they were bronze in his prime,
confident, strong and had already proved themself capable to lead the
Weyr and the Wings.

}: You know I'll give you a strong Clutch,:{ Nirreth crooned to
Chioneth. They hadn't had much time to get familiar each other yet,
but Nirreth was still the bronze she'd spent most time with.

Hasaarth flew strongly, finding a way to stay with the gold beauty
they all chased. It had been too long since he had caught a gold,
and he felt his blood burn with the need to win, to claim this lovely
queen for himself.

He had his own croon with an angry roar interspaced between.

}:We will make many beautiful eggs! We will fly high and far!:{

Haloth not to be outdone by the other bronzes called to the beautiful
gold. }:I have sired gold and will give you many eggs. Choose me
lovely Chioneth.:{

Chioneth felt an immediate connection to Hasaarth, although she could
not fathom why. Perhaps it was the experience that he exuded, the
evidence of that experience clearly marked by the scars on his bronze
hide. As she considered the Weyrlingmaster's bronze, Chioneth suddenly
realized that she was hedged in by her bronze suitors. At her last
attempt to dart away she felt a strong neck capture her own, talons
locking with hers as she was pulled away from the other males.
Nirreth!

}: I'm smart, I give you smart hatchlings, .:{ Nirreth crooned smugly
and spread his mighty wings to slow their desecent. Two gold within a
month!

On the ground, G'nir scooped up Saibra. "Mine!" his growl was feral
and possessive.

Haloth screamed his frustration and N'call turned to waiting arms.

So close!!! They had been so close!! Anger swamped over both the
bronze and his rider and J'darin groaned with the force of his
dragon's emotions. They deserved to lead! They were the best! Not
Nirreth!! "No!" escaped his lips before he fought his head clear
enough to get to his weyr. His blood was boiling with the nearness
of their win. She _had_ chosen them!! THEM! Not G'nir!

Desperate to drain himself of Hasaarth's frustration, he ran to his
weyr, shoving aside all grasping hands. He needed Devyn. He knew no
one but his weyrmate could help him now.

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