Dire Straits- Lykath's Flight

[Nai-ru]

It was midday, and Theo couldn't stop her.

Lykath had been warning her and warning her, and she had kept trying to deny it, trying to pretend that she couldn't do it, that Theo was too sick for Lykath to Fly.

Of course, realistically nothing was going to stop her if she was going to Fly.

The Mist had been napping, curled on her ledge with Mith, and when she woke up she made her screaming way to the Feeding Grounds. She wanted to eat, and Theo couldn't stop her from doing that either. She devoured half of a herdbeast before Theo's protests got through to her. She blooded a few more, and took off.

Flight glow or not, she was not looking well. The Weyr was in dire straits.

[Avi]

((I can't join with V'taph at all....so....free bumps/spam.))

[blacklight]

C'rin was having a nice lunch. He was by himself, and there was no one around who would dare disturb him. Since checking up on Theo he had actually tried to do his job. Peeking in on people, trying to take a count of those still alive. Trying to remember names to the faces of those still alive. But he had decided to take a break and eat. Time to himself.

The first bite had just been taken, and he was savoring the taste when it happened.

It is time!

Wait...what?

C'rin choked on whatever it was he had been eating and tried to twist around to peer out the weyrledge. Sure enough, he saw a dark purplish bolt fly past. Mith on his way to give chase.

"No! No no nooo!" the Weyrleader was whining like a kid. The plate was flung across the room, where it met the wall violently. Contents dribbled down the wall as he followed it up with his fist. "OW! SHARDS!" He stumbled away, nursing his knuckle, which was now bloody. Great. Juuuust great. Theo had mentioned this, but he hadn't actually thought it would happen. But it had. Of course. Things like this always happened at this Weyr.

Knowing it was unavoidable, the Weyrleader trudged into her weyr. Which he hadn't been sharing with her since ever. Really only one time - when Teydrin was about to be shipped off.

"Hey woman, your dragon is Flying," he sighed. He knew she knew, but he didn't much care. He didn't know what else to say.

[Nai-ru]

I really hate you, Lykath, Theo managed to inform the Mist as C'rin came in. She had managed to leave her bed and stagger over to the ledge of her weyr to watch Lykath go and try to control her. Shardit all... And then, of course, she really wasn't going to be replying to anything her special little dimglow (AKA C'rin) said.

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Lykath was not happy in her Flying. What she had eaten was weighing her down, and she wondered if perhaps she oughtn't to have ignored Mine's requests. But she was so hungry. She hadn't eaten properly since Mine got sick, and it had been right there, and she had thought it was a waste to let it go...

She was tired. She didn't want to Fly. She couldn't help it.

In the end, she managed to spend only one hour in the air, doggedly flying ahead of her single Chaser, determined not to give in. Eventually, though, exhaustion won over and she dropped, unable to maintain flight any longer. She knew that Mith would catch her. He had promised.

[blacklight]

Well, apparently it was going to be a quiet, dull Flight for C'rin. He perched on the edge of the bed, eyes dropping to the ground. He didn't really want to look at her. Not when she looked so...dead. He was used to her being vivid and full of energy, not all subdued and unhappy. Not just annoyed, but unhappy.

He huffed, trying to keep his mind somewhere else. Anywhere but what would inevitably happen, even if Theo was not up for it. It's not like C'rin was gentle while sober, only Theo knew what he was like in dragonlust.

Sigh.

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Mith pursued the Mist with little effort, taking care to let her go for as long as she could and as long as she wanted. And when she did drop, he was there to catch her and guide her to safety.