"I don't care how much you want ta go. I ain't gettin' involved in some dragon free-for-all."

"It's a Frenzy and you have to go."

"I don't and I ain't." The woman slammed the large, metal hammer down onto the anvil as a final note for the conversation. She turned slowly, glaring up at the massive brown dragon behind her. The dragon snaked his head down to the woman's level, his hide glowing in the red light of the forge, matching the colour of his eyes.

"You. Are. Coming."

"No. I. Ain't."

A few moments later, Mystic walked quietly into the weyr to find her best metal smith with a large, brown tail around her neck while the metal shaping woman had her dragon in a head lock. She sighed softly, glanced up at Aaron, shook her head and turned to leave. The Weyrleader chuckled quietly, catching Mystic's arm and pulling her back. The red clad Weyrwoman whimpered quietly then moved into the weyr.

It took a few minutes for both dragon and rider to register that their Weyrwoman was present then a few minutes more for them to detangle themselves. Rugan glared up at Porth before clearing her throat and looking at Mystic. She nodded stiffly then walked back to the forge. Mystic sighed softly and moved forward.

"Rugan-" Mystic could only say the metal smith's name before both dragon and rider began complaining.

"He started it! I ain't going to some stupid mating frenzy!"

"Oh grow up Rugan! Besides, I'm sure Mystic would fully agree that I'm just as ready to join a mating flight as any other dragon."

"Any dragon with a male rider!" The argument ended abruptly. Mystic rubbed her temples. As dragon and rider faced off angrily, a small, gray figure flitted down to Mystic's shoulder and cooed smypathetically. Mystic gently reached over and scratched Gray's eye ridged gently, earning a soft purr from the only sane being in the weyr. She glanced from dragon to rider and shook her head.

Rugan had always been a prideful woman. She was known around the warren as the 'tall, dark and dangerous one.' She was obviously strong, her arms bulging with muscles from lifting the heavy smith's hammer and bringing it down on the glowing metal every day. Her waist length, sleek black hair, black eyes and dark skin remained her best features. Though her leathal, feline grace kept men intrigued, nearby and nearly always in the healer's weyr. Standing 6' tall, Rugan had always been an unexplained mystery to the people of the warren. Her unbelievable strength had made her leader of the Warrior's Wing.

Then there was Porth. Big, powerful and pig headed as she liked to discrib him. Porth had a charm many human males longed for. He could attract the attention of any female he wanted. It was keeping their attention that was the problem. Eventually, charm wore out and he was left with what he was. A desperate male looking for companionship. Not that he didn't like his rider, he just wished Rugan had the physique to match her guyish nature so he could actually join a flight. He was bold, handsome and lonely.

Mystic sighed softly and glanced at the two again. They made a perfect pair. Both fighters and always at each other's throat. She smirked softly. Like her and Magika.

"I believe both of you can have what you want." Mystic broke the silence with her calm voice, one that demanded attention.

"How?!" "How?!"

Mystic winced as both voices shouted out the question. Gray squeaked quietly, hiding in Mystic's hair. Though he was Rugan's firelizard, his owner didn't seem to be too affectionate at the moment.

"I suppose you know of the Healing Den?" She quired. Rugan glowered and Porth nodded. "Baeris is known for holding.... 'odd' flights. They're usually Flight Frenzies but she's planning a new one. A cross gender flight. It will be for dragon and rider pairs who are.... opposites."

Porth glanced down at Rugan as the metal smith looked up. Both shrugged simontaniously.

"Sounds feesiable."

"I told you it would work out."

"Aye... though it's still a few days off and we've got work to do. Gray!"

Mystic's jaw hit the ground as dragon and rider walked out of the weyr non-chalantly. Gray let out a happy cheep and followed after them, as if nothing had happened. Mystic's eyes flew to the large, metal hammer resting against Rugan's working anvil and for a moment she considered going after them.

Aaron wrapped his arms gently around his weyrmate's waist and chuckled quietly. He could see the anger burning in her eyes and grinned.

"At least they're not trying to kill each other anymore."

"No. I will kill them now." Mystic muttered darkly. Aaron laughed and hugged her close.

"After the flight love." He grinned and began leading her out of the weyr.

Gray was adopted from: Adopt-A-Dragon
Rugan impressed Porth at: Sea Sparkul Weyr
See where Rugan works.
Read about Rugan's ancestors, the Lirons.