Diath's Flight

 Junae woke suddenly, mirroring her green dragon. It was obvious that Diath was going to rise soon. Very soon.
Right now, actually. The green dragoness said smugly, before darting out of the weyr and down to the feeding grounds.
Junae cursed angrily, partly from the rising emotions of her dragon, and partly because she was now stranded in the high weyr until someone saw her.
Sure enough, a tall, blond-haired man beckoned to her from the entrance of the weyr, ready to give her a lift down to the feeding grounds. She rushed to the entrance, glaring angrily at the man, before she recognised him.
"Miasth's waiting outside, but we'd better hurry. It's not good to have a proddy green around when another dragon's flying. We'll have to go somewhere else for a bit." A'xes said as they climbed onto the back of his green dragon. Junae blushed guiltily as Miasth landed in the feeding grounds, where Diath was busy chasing down a frantic herdbeast. The suitors were gathered around in a circle, eagerly waiting for the green dragoness to take off.
Blood it, Diath! Junae shouted mentally. Diath glanced up, spotted Miasth, and hissed angrily. The other green ignored her, jumped into the air, and promptly went between. Diath sunk her head back into the body of the now dead herdbeast, before Junae again reprimanded the green.
BLOOD it, Diath! Now! Diath glared at her rider angrily, but obeyed. Soon the herdbeast was drained dry, and Diath lunged for a second. And a third.
When it looked as if she was about to go for a fourth, she quickly turned about, hissed once at the assorted males, and jumped into the air, all five of her suitors close behind.
The bright green dragon crowed in delight at her sudden freedom, momentarily forgetting about the eager males pursuing her. She was brought back to reality as one of the blues, Agrarith was his name, lunged for her. She hissed angrily at him, diving down under the clouds. Agrarith, however, was not so easily shaken. He hung near the back of the pack, just in front of the Brown Nowyrth, but did not give up.
While Diath was flirting with the male dragons, Junae was studying their human counterparts. Well, mostly human, anyway. Her eyes were drawn to the imposing, dragon-like creature, standing off by himself. Junae's eyes widened. She might have mistaken the Dgeth for a dragon, if he were bigger. She shuddered to herself, offworlders were fine, as far as she was concerned,  but she certainly hadn't thought about...beings...like that.
At least all of the other riders were human. Junae was thankful for that.
Diath glanced behind her. The black dragon, Shyrestralth, was taking the lead, blue Chzarnth just behind him. They began to fight amongst themselves, Diath encouraging them mockingly.
Shyrestralth finally snapped at the smaller blue, and Chzarnth had to drop out of the flight, taking blue Agrarith with him when he crashed into the other blue. Diath crowed jeeringly at the two descending blues, then turned her attention to the other three dragons.
Shyrestralth had fallen behind, and the pack of three was now lead by blue Luaneath. Diath liked the blue, being the only dragon there that she really knew well, and she knew that Junae liked his rider, too. But she wasn't done yet.
The agile green suddenly flew straight up, into the cover of the clouds. The other three dragons followed. Shyrestralth, his dark hide in stark contrast to the white clouds, lost track of the other dragons, eventually dropping back to the ground, energy spent.
Diath crowed her delight as the black dragon landed beside his rider. Luaneath took this opportunity to drop on top of her, enveloping her in his wings. She screeched, angry that she had been caught by surprise, and nimbly scrambled out of the blue dragon's grasp, scoring a gash on his side.
That trick had just guarenteed that the blue would not catch her. So, almost out of energy now, the green dragon sought out the only other dragon left. Brown Nowyrth was quite surprised to find the green dragoness suddenly twirling her tail around his, but he quite happily obliged.