Pick a Falling Star {Flight of Green Cot and Dot}

[Crovin]

The white-hot light orb burned brightly today, and bathed the island in the vivid light of spring. What a perfect time of day to lounge peacefully on rock and branch, and soak in the extra warmth. Which was exactly how the fair was spending their morning; lounging lazily wherever they saw fit. They were alone in their sunning this time—Seth rarely wasted any thought on such a lazy habit—but it did not diminish their relaxation. Jax had taken a Queen, and as was typical for him, he was off lavishing her with attention: The fair would cease to exist in his mind until his clutch hatched. Little bright green Dot would have been thrilled about the large Bronzes’ absence, but now her twin sister Cot was terrorizing everything in range with her awful caterwauling. Jax had chosen a Queen and now he would not be able to fly her—she the obvious most important Queen in the entire Weyr; green though she may be.

The twins typically stayed far away from one another, but now purples had begun to swirl in the deep red of Cot’s whirling eyes, and Dot was feeling equally proddy deep inside her little green figure. Well why couldn’t she be a Queen too? She was a Queen! As good as her sister—a twin to her sister—no better, but certainly no less. The two squabbled at each other angrily as if two Wherries fighting over a kill; beside them, the remainder of their fair watched on with eyes coursing to match their violet hue. Cogo who had been beaten, but unharmed, in the flight for the Gold Queen; looked on with avid curiosity. If there was one truth about him it was that his tastes had always run to Greens: They were Queen enough for him. His Blue brother was less agitated—but still interested—simply waiting for the twin’s to depart the ground.

Cot screamed at Dot, and Dot returned the sentiment, but they both fled the safety of the boulder to seek out the blood for which they both yearned. Within forests as lush as these the two did not have to range far to find their meal—Brown and Blue fairmate following behind. There! In the shadows and heading for the animals, a wherry. The two fell upon it like preybirds from the sky. Perhaps they would not have been a match for the carnivore alone, but together they were formidable, and both Greens relished in the hot blood that bathed their innards with a fire of need. Yes need. Come males, come Kings and lessors. Come for your Green Queens. Gold we may not be, but fast and agile we are. They both screamed their challenge like a clarion call to the Weyr—loud enough that any wild males would come to rise with them as well.

Come suitors! Chase your Queens. With one last snarl for each other—red whorls giving way to lusty purples—the twin Greens rose as one into the bright inviting sky. One the hue of spring, the other a shade of summer, both forgetting the other as soon as wingsails kissed sweetly warmed air. To each their own: One suitor could not fly both. Without a thought the twins separated mid-air and swept off in different directions—Cogo gave no hesitation in following the brightly coloured Cot, while Bir decided to follow his fair’s Queen—Cot.

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Hari had settled down on one of his favorite perches to nap, nursing his wounded pride at having failed to catch the queen he had attempted to chase. Alas, the gold had been caught by another, and the brown flitter was left by himself again. His human was busy with lessons again, and no help to him, so he was left to his own devices.

A pair of screams came to his ears, and Hari looked up to see a pair of greens ganging up on their prey to blood their kill. The brown hummed excitedly. This was just the sort of excitement he needed--a flight!

He lunged after the greens as they leaped into the sky, joining the brown and blue who were also chasing. The greens soon whirled away in different directions, though, and Hari nearly stopped midair in confusion over which to chase. He decided on the larger, darker green, and he sped after Cot, attempting to make up for lost time.

[Lark]

It was a nice day, sunny and warm! The kind of day that made Tenor want to trill and chirp. The brown stretched out his wings and curled his tail like a content feline. If the firelizard could purr, he would have. He couldn't though, so Ten settled for trilling instead. The noice was throaty and deeper than his sister or brother's trills. After all GreenSister was more of a soprano, and WhiteBrother was more....well he didn't matter. Flicking the darker wing tips, Tenor looked into the sky. Something was different about today...something was...GREENS!

Rising to his clawed feet, Tenor chirped excited to watch the two sisters dive across his vision. They were playing nice for now at least. Though the two did snarl at each other. Oh, a nice sound though! They were creating music...of sorts. Flapping his wings, Tenor rose to chase as well. Already there were males going after both, but he could only choose one. Well, there were already a few browns after the larger green Cot. So why not go after her smaller sister Dot? After all, he liked the smaller more fragile ladies better!

They tended to swoon at his songs more readily anyhow. Gaining on the fast gree, Tenor flipped around next to her and started his seranade. It was sweet, something he was winging just for her. Starting out soft and light, the trills and chirps became faster as the green did. It seemed to be a theme song just for Dot, and that was Ten's intent.

Nearby, a wild blue also heard the call. He was aged, parts of his hide lightened to a paler blue, while the still young pieces were a darker hue. He was steady of wing though and could out fly even the younger blues. Of that he was sure! Taking wing, the Blue went toward Cot, crooning to the young green sweetly. He had experiance, he had manners too! He, unlike these whipper-snappers knew what he was doing!

[Zero]

Aries’ flight had literally left Reign licking his wounds and nursing a bruised ego. Well, what did you expect from a brown with a bronze-like ego? Choosing to keep to himself, the moody flit was trying to enjoy the sun as he stretched out on the ledge outside His’ weyr, but to no avail his mood was a foul one indeed. Ignoring the distant figure of his larger bronze cousin and rider flying out for a hunting trip, Reign instead flicked his skull skyward.

The sky was clear, the wind was soft, the greens were rising…the greens!? The rowdy male leapt up, craning his neck to get a better look at the two greens. Naturally his interest was perked and the lost gold flight was all but forgotten but his eyes still held a reddish tint as he looked upon the two sisters and their quickly gathering suitors.

With claws raking the stone beneath him, Reign launched himself into the sky, wings beating strong as he quickly caught up to the pair. Now which one would he take for himself? Oh decisions, decisions. Roaring his challenge to the others, the dark flit snapped his wings out, catching the updraft and chased after his chosen sister; Cot.

Already other browns and blues filled the air. Reign growled. Let them come for no mercy would be shown to his brothers this flight. Another growl tore at the dark boys throat as another suitor, a brown whos name he couldn’t recall, drifted too close and in turn received a snapping of deadly jaws in the browns direction. Soaring above the green goddess, Reign sang and twisted through the air for the one he would call his.

[Crovin]

((OOC: I'm so sorry guys! I've got a post half finished to make the flight all pretty, but so you know: Cot will fall to Reign, and Dot to Tenor))