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Despite the tire in her wings, Cloveth turns. Her body curves to catch a thermal, allowing her wide wings to carry her up and up. She needs to let the wind carry her where she can, ease the strain on her muscles. But Zaleeth's lovely emerald form against the setting sun has her distracted, wanting to stay up in the air to see this dance to the end.

First roll: 64 (+ 5) = 69
Second roll: NEGATED cos Prism is a dang DING and forgot to roll a second time / +0 = 69
! Chance roll advantage +100 = 169
Third roll: 78(+ 5)= 83 (252)
Fourth roll: 20(+ 5)= 25 (277)
Fifth roll: 95(+ 5)= 100 (377)
Sixth roll: 11(+ 5)= 16 (393)

Amiari is not willing to be caught this flight
Cloveth is open to being caught by another suitor, should she lose

As a bronze and blue pulled firmly into the lead, Huarangith continued to fly in a showy, although not especially fast manner, displaying the marked difference between his warm brown back and his ember-colored underside in flashes as he twirled and spun through the air with a grace and artistry rarely demonstrated at any other time by this particular dragon. With the chase drawing to a close, he was putting himself out there, flying to impress as much as to catch.

The fact was, Huarangith had not anticipated this flight and had eaten hardily beforehand. Flinging his well-fed mass through the air was not conducive to speed, and he was unlikely to emerge victorious. Even as he delighted in the flight, he was tiring and lagging behind.

In the middle of one maneuver which almost certainly would have caused R'bin to black out if he'd been riding Huarangith at the time, the brown dragon was reminded of the presence of a second green in this flight. He did not shift his attention and begin to pursue her, but he did notice her with appreciation. She was flying very well, and he absolutely would not have considered catching her a consolation prize.

Rolls: 346 + 11 + 20 = 377

That little blue was going to out speed them all. He glared up ahead at the blue and bronze forms ahead. Oh well, he had outflown some of the dragons, there was that after all.

370 + 30 = 400

She could feel that blues breath on her tail, it was she who decided who caught her. Not him. He was rather dashing though maybe she should just let him have her. Maybe! She dove. Deeply. If he was paying attention he would catch her.

Rolling 1 4 sided die.

1 - +300 to blues
2 - +300 to greens
3 - +300 to browns
4 - +300 to bronzes

for one roll!

The flight was taking it's toll on her limited stamina. Every wingbeat felt like her body was lighting up light a storm. The blue was on her tail, closer than even the bronzes who had chased. Zaleeth was turning, diving into a wide drop--and taking Cloveth's gaze with her. The first time the lovely green had dove, she had been close. Now she was much closer.

With a deep, sweet croon, the bright green followed her down. Twisting to gently curl around Zaleeth. Oh, bright, shining dear. You danced for all those boys so well. Might we take our leave of them? It's punctuated by a wave of warmth and flightlust, protective feelings to curl close with her and not quite willing to let go.

First roll: 64 (+ 5) = 69
Second roll: NEGATED cos Prism is a dang DING and forgot to roll a second time / +0 = 69
! Chance roll advantage +100 = 169
Third roll: 78(+ 5)= 83 (252)
Fourth roll: 20(+ 5)= 25 (277)
Fifth roll: 95(+ 5)= 100 (377)
Sixth roll: 11(+ 5)= 16 (393)
! Chance roll advantage +300 = 693

Amiari is not willing to be caught this flight
Cloveth is open to being caught by another suitor, should she lose