Flights

It was late into a cool winter evening that Avearith decided she ought to rise. Her clouded rainbow hide shimmered brighter than usual and she admired herself in a mirror, twisting this way and that. Sorai, lounging on a pile of pillows, watched her bond with some amusement. She, herself, had been feeling much the same way, although Senaerran dragons didn't handle things quite the way that Avearith's kind were predicted to.

They were at their castle in Senaerra, a structure that was as elegant as it was opulent, constructed of marble and glass, gems and precious metal. Avearith finally stepped out onto one of the ledges, her talons clicking softly as she approached the edge. With a deep breath, she launched herself from it, winging high into the sky; accustomed as she was to eating carefully prepared food, the idea of blooding from a filthy, living beast seemed abhorrent ... what dragon, so nobly kept, would do such a thing?

Not Hyioshisan, the dark starry blue companion of Miro-syaess; he had watched the rainbow female from afar and once she made her move, he made his, leaping into the sky and fanning out his dark blue wings, sparred with stars. He blended in to the star-laden night sky, sweeping after Avearith as silently as the night-owl.

Below, in their private quarters, Miro and Sorai simply watched and waited, still as statues. Though they felt the heated rush of emotion that their bonds did, they were royalty and required to maintain their cool-headedness until it couldn't be held any longer. So, they watched and waited, their eyes locked on the dance in the skies above.

Avearith wasn't much of a fighter and her endurance, given her size, was unremarkable. For the much larger Hyio', she was a fairly easy catch early on and she went willingly with the star-marked blue. However, he was unsatisfied and pumped his wings to gain even more altitude, before spiralling downward, back to the palace ledges. There, their mating continued long into the night until early morning, when, at last, they were able to sleep. In the quarters next door, Miro and Sorai were in much the same situation, their patience having broken and their emotions having taken over. And afterward, they slept, coiled together as they often did.