[GREENFLIGHT] A dance with the waves

[Meepfur]

Mazamath truly hadn't expected to be chosen, he never did - there was always hope there, yes, but never expectation, and that made it all the sweeter when the beautiful green selected him from amongst her suitors. As he'd said, he was happy enough just to have participated, flown and strived with his kin, but this was a pleasant surprise, a warm embrace after such a thrilling chase. Then dance we shall, loveliest Neith. He crooned sweet and low and reached for her, able and eager to catch and hold her.

Elation rushed through Adi, not just bleeding over from Mazamath but her own for him. He'd won! A gleeful giggle spilled from her lips, and she beamed a half-drunk smile at the greenrider who took her hand and pulled her further in. Pretty, green-eyed and slender, only a little shorter than she. Skylla. That's what the bronzerider had called her, wasn't it? "Hello," she opened with another giggle, though there was no shyness in the sound, only playful happiness at the suggestion of shall we? "That would be wonderful."

Soft hands, one through her hair, and Adi closed her eyes and tilted her head into the touch with a hum. Eyes opened again at the proposition that followed, alight with mischief as she looked to the men. "Why no, I wouldn't mind at all." She held a hand out in invitation. Surely at least one of them would want to play? If not, well, she didn't mind having Skylla all to herself either.  

[demon_pachabel]

Phylideth wasn't subtle in his anger over rejection, but it was easier to stomach it at the hands of a blue than a bronze, he, with great fuss that was mostly heard by his, turned wing to return to home.

Despite the headache that came from a complaining brown, either way T'mor had known that he wouldn't be having a productive day.....but he could definitely have made it a fun one, even if Phylideth was suddenly disapproving that his wasn't going to come commiserate with him. I'll commiserate with you later over a nice wherry. You started this, you know. T'mor reminded the brown, who would easily huff the entire evening over this.

Because it seemed that despite not being attached to the winner of choice, he would still choose to tap in, and when a hand was extended, T'mor took it, offering both women a smile. "If you feel it would increase your mutual enjoyment, I won't say no to keeping you both some extra company," hey, he might have been fatherly and very responsible, but he was also very much human. And if they ended up having a few others join them?...He wouldn't complain, at least.