"Oririth."
She was no average dragon; no, she was a hathian, and a very lovely yellow one at that. But this Felaun had a problem-she had no mate.
"Oririth..."
So Felaun and her rider, a lovely tiger-human shifter named Tigleia, decided to go to Tris'Hath to fly, so they would not be lonely.
"Oririth..."
A large, handsome dark blue dragon heard about them and set out with his own rider to win the fair lady's heart, and-
"ORIRITH!" Oririth looked up, startled, at A'cel. His rider sat back down, having finally gotten his dragon's attention.
A'cel regarded the dark blue for a few moments, then quirked a smile. "You know, if you wanted to chase, all you had to do was ask."
Oririth's eyes whirled with orange and yellow worriedly. You don't mind?
A'cel laughed. "Of course I don't! In fact, it sounds like fun. So where is this Felaun rising, anyway?"
Oririth's eyes grew starry. Felaun is rising on her homeworld of Tris'Hath. She is at the Warren, and looking for a strong, dependable mate.
A'cel grinned and shook his head before standing up. "Alright, then," He laughed. "Let's go to the Warren."
Look, A'cel! There she is, that's Felaun!
Oririth crowed happily as he burst into the air of Tris'Hath. A'cel looked down, and saw a yellow Hathian female gazing up at them curiously. He patted his dragon's side reassuringly. "She looks lovely, Oririth. Do you know where her rider might be?"
No. She's probably inside the Warren. Oririth answered absently; his eyes were locked at the golden beauty in front of him.
A'cel rolled his eyes and jumped down from the blue's back. Leaving the lovestruck blue to croon over his crush, he strolled off to find Felaun's rider.
