The Treachery of a Tiger- Tasyth's Dance

[Frimblia]

Confidence shattered, she hopped up a couple of branches, the one she chose bending dangerously underneath her weight. Cryign shrilly, she cautioned the others...her haunch hurt, and it was in pain...

[Krisley]

THe Tiger dropped closer, worried now. She was hurting, and by no means was it because of her Trappers-yet. He ignored Kainth, whistling loudly but strongly.

The lava climbed a little higher and closer, muscles tensed as he pushed his weight upwards, ready to force her into the air.

The deep cry of the Phantom came from somewhere above, and his form was briefly revealed as the sun caught his scales.

[Frimblia]

The Lava was nearing. She hopped up a few more branches, exhausted, and hissing at her suitors. Tasyth was not happy with the Lava...

[Dead Crows]

Kainth crooned reasurance finding this no time to be singing her sweet songs and he had confidence in her strength. Slightly closer he flew to her. Would she allow him to catch her? He hoped so and he disregarded the hiss but the Lava was incredibly disrespectful he kept a distance from the kings. Kainth hummed to Tasyth that he wanted to help her and thet she shouldn't have to settle for a disrespectful lava or anything else, she deserved better.

"What's going on?" N'tall asked aloud unsure of why there was just a phantom flying about. One second... Tasyth is hurt. The lava is rude, the tiger whistles. They are in the forest.[/color] Fysenth told N'tall. Should I tell Marvanth?[/color] Yes, please do. I'm not sure if she knows. and the great brown passed on the message to the abuto queen, Kainth relayed to him.

[Krisley]

Marvanth dipped her head, then raised it with furry in her eyes. Tasyth hurts from birth fall. Lava not know, not understand. She said angrily, and took flight in a rush of feathers past Nira, Sasha, and N'tall. Nira stared after her.

Be kind, my sweet. This is Tasyth's Dance, not your own. The trainer reminded her gently.

I help child. The mirror answered stubbornly, letting out a ringing cry reminescant of a dragons as she left the weyr and traveled towards the Tiger and her would be Trappers.

Nira turned to Sasha. "I'm afraid you'll have to interupt Tasyth. Her injuries from her birthing are becoming painful, and are hindering her. You'll have to help her for this Dance." Tasyth was young, still to young to truly dance, but yet she did. Sasha would ned to help.

[Dead Crows]

((Frimbalia, postie))

[Frimblia]

"But what am I supposed to do?" she asked frantically, fear shining in her voice. She was worried, her Abuto's pain was dim to her, but omnipresent...

Faceted eyes were grayish with fear, and the Tiger gave out a kitten-like mewl of terror and pain. The Lava enraged her, her scar endangered her...life seemed futile.

[Krisley]

"Force her into the air! The Dance must conclude soon, else she may drop out of the air. Finish it, whether she wills it or not. It's for her own good." Nira said, adding a hint of firmness to her tone to impress upon her the problematic situation.

Marvanth cried shrilly at the Lava, nearly catching him with her claws in warning as she settled onto a branch level with Tasyth's. Her shrill voice turned to a low croon as she looked her foster child over. Tasythlove, you hurt? She asked.

The Lava retreated down the trunk, in no mood to deal with an angry Mirror, nor any of the other Abuto. The Phantom cried out again, wheeling a little closer, relieved that the lava had retreated somewhat. The Tiger drew back, but kept up his worried whistle.

[Dead Crows]

((Frimbalia?))

[Krisley]

ooc// She seems to be busy with something. You could have Kainth anf N'tall reply or something in the mean time.

[Dead Crows]

N'tall? What should I do? Tasyth in pain! Kainth as with voice of worry which N'tall respected and found quite mature of him to try and find someway to help her. Comfort her, she needs it. And please don't go off and act like a dimglow that'll ruin your chances, she doesn't need stupidity. N'tall's mind voice was firm.

He could still remember the painful memory of his dear friend from another Weyr, Fysenth was to fly her that turn but someone had poisioned her drink and died with her green following soon after her dead... Horrible it was to learn of this but she wasn't the only rider to die, with multiple others in all the Weyrs dieing for every reason and N'tall was a lucky one to live.

Kainth crooned-purred to her, Tasyth be okay? Tasyth strong abuto. Tasyth pretty abuto. and flew near the queens knowing that Marvanth would have an answer to what was going on.

[Krisley]

Marvanth bared her fangs, eyes flashing dangerously as she turned to face Kainth. Whether he was her foster child or not, he was a Trapper, and Trappers weren't to be trusted during this phase, according to her experiance.

Kainth, no come near. Tasyth hurt. She swished her tail, her scales scraping roughly against the bark with a loud snapping sound. It was a warning. To all the Trappers.

[Dead Crows]

Kainth suddenly got courage enough to face the Mirror and said fiercely, Kainth know Tasyth hurt. Kainth care about Tasyth much. This Tasyth dance, not Marvanth's. and he made it so N'tall also heard. Despite the ferocity in his voice there was a yearning look in his eyes when ever he said Tasyth's name.

N'tall had a frown come on his face. "What is going on?" and he looked at Nira seeing if she heard. "Is Marvanth claiming Tasyth's Dance?" he exclaimed. There is no need for anger. This can be sorted out.[/color] the Brown said softly calmly his rider with a nudge of his head.

[Krisley]

Nira sighed. "Marvanth is being overprotective again. She's trying to keep all the males, even Kainth, away, so she can rest a bit before she's Trapped."

Marvanth hissed at his words, but did not answer. She shuffled along the branch, glaring at the Trappers.

Calm down, Marv dear. Tasyth must do this on her own. Leave her to it.

Tasyth hurt! Trappers hurt Tasyth more when Trap! She retorted angrily, and for the first time, blocked Nira out.

[Frimblia]

"Force her?" the girl's voice was faint, as she reluctantly turned herself to the underhanded task.

Tasyth's mind was hit by something which felt like a battering ram, forcing her to spread wings, fly to the air. Sasha immersed her mind with the amount that dragonriders did with their dragons during flisghts, pushing the Tiger to limits she didn't want to go. Claws were prised from the branch, wings heavily flapped, as the Queen rose into the air, meter by meter, pushed by her Bonded, and not a Trapper.