[GOLDFLIGHT] So You Think You Can Dance [Mictecath's Maiden]

[Sweet Symmetry]

What Mictecath had come to learn was that there was no right answer. A million possibilities played in her mind as Decision Point loomed closer and closer; each dragon present had a great deal to offer… their songs and dances had been outstanding, and she was overjoyed to have flown with them… but her wings burned badly. What could she do? What recourse was left to her? Choose, and let the weight of heartbreak sink them all? Keep flying and escape forever? Tantalising an option as that might have been, she felt Nyara pull her back from her desire to flee, the sun still bright, the light of love as ebullient as it was when she first took to the skies.

Choose. It had to be a choice. It was the only way to bring new life with new love.

They were all so willing, all so filled with potential. Each one would bring something to the sands, each would fulfil their duty, their purpose, with love and respect…

She dropped suddenly, tired wings aching, crying for relief. Alarasith had been the strongest flier, Bajeth had overcome so much to be beside her, and Aryath had brought serenity with his presence… Nanuth, Venandith and Zassorth- each shone within her mind's eye, each a prize in his own right. Taoloth had fought so hard to prevail, and yet his sweetness had won her hearts in secret…

And here, a presence that shone with its own heartfelt brilliance, lingering like a gentle breeze of all-encompassing love, a dragon who had sung with such earnestness as to outshine Rukbat, Timor and Belior themselves… How could she exclude the gentlemanly Iweth? His passion matched hers, and his love was boundless. He did not fear the past or the future, did not seek to possess for himself, but to embrace for the whole of Pern. His love was not conditional, his hearts did not ache. Matched in more ways than one, she darted amongst the throng of dragons, a last burst of speed and agility as she twined tails and necks with the debonair bronze, crooning in soft, gentle appreciation for his kind hearts and passionate soul.

Let's sing of dreams and lullabies, Iweth my sweet… The whisper was for him alone, consumed by intensity of their love.

Back on Pern, somewhere within the cavernous walls of High Reaches, was a woman yearning for that same passionate touch, that same thrill of love- even for the briefest of moments. Theo was nowhere to be seen, but there were willing souls before her. She reached out, pulling those who had stayed with her closer. There was no need to keep apart anymore, and the feeling of desire was electrifying. Nyara was alive and very keenly aware of how beautiful the day was (as well as the people around her).

ShinosBee

Congratulations, and sorry for the delay!

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Thank you all for your patience and amazing posts. heart

If anybody wants to stick around with Nyara, she's definitely available (happy to chat in discord if you're keen). ^^

 

[ShinosBee]

He was straining, waning, squinting against the now well-risen sun to keep sight of Mictecath as she drove them ever onwards. How long could she fly for? How long...? But it did not matter, because they all would follow her for however long it took, should she lead them to Igen and back. He was tired, but it all bled away beneath an almost gentle, sweetly warm numbness—beneath his tender affections and deep joy. No, for her they could, he would, fly on forever.

He gave a soft sigh as Mictecath shifted, twisting into another maneuver, ready to push through and follow... only to find her drawing near. Reaching for him. And this time when he reached back, he did not miss. He wrapped her up snug, holding her safe and close as he ballooned his wings to carry them both; he nuzzled along her jaw and crooned softly, hearts fit near to burst with brilliant love in that one crystal moment. He could not fathom what the coming days and weeks might bring, but it didn't matter. For her, just for her, he would sing them back to home.

Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
we'll taste the red-berries, we'll drink a sweet wine.
A million tomorrows shall all pass away, 'ere we forget all the joy that is ours, today.
We can't be contented with yesterday's glory, we can't live on promises winter to spring—
today is our moment, and now is our story, we'll laugh and we'll cry and we'll sing.
"Today" by John Denver

Sweet Symmetry