Flight of Fancy

Writers: Heather, Sia
Date Posted: 12th February 2024

Characters: E'kavas, D'erik, Kevia, I'maek, Jalnico
Description: Both men end up at the same mating flight
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 12, day 10 of Turn 11
Notes: Mentor Approved

E'kavas

D'erik

"Will it leave a scar?" I'maek asked nervously as D'erik approached his face with a needle.

The bluerider halted in motion, pulling the needle back. "I'mak," he huffed, pointing to himself. "Consider who you're talking to. I have the steadiest hands in the Weyr."

I'maek breathed out through his nose to calm himself. "Okay. Go ahead."

D'erik's hands approached again, smoothly threading the needle through the skin on either side of a large, jagged cut that ran from I'maek's temple to his chin.

"Thank Faranth for numbweed," I'maek mumbled.

"No talking," D'erik cautioned, his face a picture of concentration as he continued threading the needle back and forth, creating a neat, tiny line of stitches.

I'maek gulped.

The telltale scream of a green dragon rent the air but D'erik's hands did not waver, not even a single tremor.

"See? What did I tell you," D'erik said softly, nearly halfway down I'maek's face.

}:I shall chase and TRIUMPH!:{ Sherath declared in a warbly bugle.

**Can you just... not? Or at least hold on a second? I'm almost finished -**

}:It cannot wait!:{ the blue interjected, flooding his and D'erik's link with a flash of need. }:She is beautiful! The most beautiful green to have ever flown! I must have her! _I must_!!:{

D'erik's jaw clenched as he fought against the pull in the pit of his stomach. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear Sherath's view of the lovely green dragon from his mind.

"Uh... D'erik? Your hand is..."

"Trembling," D'erik cursed sharply, pulling his hands away from I'maek's face with a steadying exhale. "I apologize, I'maek. I did my best but it seems Sherath is going to chase. I'll send another journeyman over to finish up." He laid the instruments down while catching the eye of another journeyman across the infirmary, who immediately started walking in their direction.

"But... but D'erik! My face! You said -"

"I'm sure it'll be fine, I'maek." D'erik clapped the greenrider on the shoulder, stripped off his medical apron, and made for the flight rooms at a brisk pace.

*******

The interest had been looming in the back of his mind all day. Roquath was keenly aware of which dragons were starting to take on that warm glow and proddy attitude, and E'kavas knew better than to protest. The green in particular had caught his interest days ago, way too soon after his last chase. It was hardly a matter of if. It was when. He spent half the day trying to complete a day's worth of tasks, and (correctly) assumed that the dunce would chase at the most inconvenient moment.

That was, of course, when Kevia had just finished applying the bright yellow paste to his fingernails and had started on her younger brother's.

** Can you relax? ** E'kavas asked, ** Give her a head start for once. **

}: No. :{ A cacophony of bugles and roars echoed outside, paired with the desperate need and the feeling of the wind under Roquath's wings.

"You don't like it?" Kevia asked.

E'kavas refocused and realized he'd been frowning at his hands. "It's just my colour, kiddo. Roquath's out there making noise, that's all. He's got a green he's been eyeing."

Kevia wrinkled her nose. "Dad. Ew."

"Ew is right. File your complaints with Roqu, will you?" He took a deep breath and blew on his nails, willing them to dry. "Are you and Nico all right on your own?"

"Yes." They answered in unison. At least they were old enough now that he didn't have to rush to dump them with their foster mother.

He left for the flight rooms quickly, still blowing on his nails as he went.

By the time the last participating rider filed into the flight room, it was quite a crowded affair. D'erik didn't even recognize the rider of the green, something of a rarity for him since he'd lived his entire life at Dragonsfall.

**Maybe she's a transfer,** he thought idly, his shoulder jostling the rider standing to his left.

"Sorry," he murmured out of habit.

}:Could you _focus_?!:{ Sherath barked mentally as he swerved past another, younger blue in the air in pursuit of the lovely green.

**Oh. Right.** D'erik closed his eyes, fully surrendering himself to Sherath and joining him in the air.

E'kavas hardly noticed at first, though his hand came up automatically to the other man's shoulder to steady him. "D'erik." He said quietly.

Roquath roared again and E'kavas could almost feel the reverberations in his chest. He bullied his way past a smaller, lesser brown. E'kavas could already tell he wasn't going to maneuver past the flight of blues.

}: _How dare you_ :{

The green frolicked in the air, taunting the pack of pursuing males mercilessly.

}:So fickle! So beautiful!:{ Sherath crooned, wings tucked as he followed the feisty green in a barrel roll through the sky.

As Sherath moved closer and closer to catching the green, on the ground, D'erik's pulse had picked up to a full gallop. They were _so_close.

Just as it seemed like the blue might be ready to make his final move, a young bronze came out of nowhere and latched on to the green.

}:No!:{ Sherath swerved off course in outrage, his sights now set on the cool water of the Summer Lake.

Roquath bellowed his indignation as he veered sharply away, tucking his wings to himself and plummeting downwards. The ground was rushing up to meet them as E'kavas was roughly thrown back into himself and the (relative) safety of the flightweyrs. Somewhere above, Roquath pulled up and soared across the plateau, intent to burn off the adrenaline and injured pride.

It took E'kavas a moment to realize his hand was still tight on D'erik's shoulder. He hadn't realized he was still touching him. He exhaled, trying to ground himself. Roquath's need still ached under his skin. When he spoke his voice was low; quiet but firm.

"Want to blow off steam?"

D'erik glanced at E'kavas and with no hesitation replied, "Absolutely."

One hand fisting into the brownrider's shirt, D'erik pulled them through the swarm of flight moths to one of the other empty flight rooms along the hallway.

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