[Flight] Falling Snow, Rising Dragon

[Melomar]

I promise I thought I typed 4d4. Here's the fourth.

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Running total (final? ) : 68 + 4 = 72  

[ChaosTheories]

Blue Okath

Okath was so, so far away! Unless Lithustoth chose him for some reason he could not fathom... but her eyes seemed to be on two other suitors, who had joined the flight from the beginning. His eyes whirled red and orange with tinges of purple, but he stayed steady in the air. If she was to choose him, he would not fail her... though he didn't expect it at all.

Running Total: 45  

[TawnyAngel]

Bronze Liarth

Anything you ask Lithustoth! Liarth bugled and strove to close the distance between them, the closer he was the more likely that she would select him! There were only three of them who were really close enough to consider by now as far as he saw it and he liked his odds, even if the burst of acceleration he put on wasn't quite as sprightly as he might have preferred.

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Running total: 56 + 6 = 62  

[magnadearel]

Blue Lerenth

This was it. The final moment. Lerenth could feel F'ked. No matter what outcome happened and who Lithustoth picked in the end, his rider loved him.

His lady beckoned. Lerenth had to comply. He would fly all day for her if she wanted it. Despite his exhaustion, the blue valiantly tried to reach the beautiful green.

That didn't mean he hadn't noticed his competition. His staunchest rival was the bronze Amaryssoth. He'd flown just as well or better than Lerenth thought he'd flown. Well done Amaryssoth. It never hurt to give a compliment where due. Whoever Lithustoth picked, it would be a fabulous clutch.

Running Total: 13 + 14 +18 +0 (missed a round) +9 +10 + 7= 71
 

[magnadearel]

Blue Lerenth

Using inspiration point for a re-roll!

Running Total: 13 + 14 +18 +0 (missed a round) +9 +10 + = 64
 

[magnadearel]

Blue Lerenth

Using inspiration point for a re-roll! (with actual roll this time)

Running Total: 13 + 14 +18 +0 (missed a round) +9 +10 + = 64
 

[TawnyAngel]

As the males rose around her Lithustoth snaked her head back and fore, focusing on the two who had kept closest pace with her throughout the race - who who she have? Lerenth, she was deeply fond of Lerenth and he had already proven that he sired strong and beautiful dragons. Amaryssoth, he had impressed her today and she liked his humour. Her gaze flickered towards the blue, but then a tug at her mind from V' called her attention back to the bronze.

Bronzes sire bigger clutches. V's voice came through strained as she struggled to focus but she was determined to get her message across. You like them both. Have the bronze.

Lithustoth warbled uncertainly, she wasn't in the right frame of mind for logic - she knew only want and exhaustion - but the pull of her rider's will was strong and she did like them both very much....

Lerenth, or Amaryssoth?

Amaryssoth, or Lerenth?



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1 = Amaryssoth
2 = Lerenth  

[TawnyAngel]

Amaryssoth, Lerenth, fly with me! As she called out to them Lithustoth tumbled towards Amaryssoth and curled her tail around his, reaching with her crackling, incandescent, mind for Lerenth to join them in their tangled fall as she did so. Only the bronze would sire her clutch, if indeed she did clutch for that was far from certain, but as far as she was concerned both had won her flight and both would be welcome on her Sands if she had eggs to lay there.

Down in her weyr V' laughed exultantly, sprang to her feet, and strode across the room to fling open her door.

"Well, anyone coming in?"