Humans and dragons went spiraling in circles, ever tighter, desperate, and yet more structured at the same time. Erwan cursed in his head both to himself and through their link to his irrational dragon. Humans could control these things! Why did an ancient dragon have to lose his head and view it as a conquest? Erwan dragged in a deep breath, trying to fight down everything that took his head as well. If he just closed his eyes, he could become just heat as well, but he always fought this no matter how many times he felt the effects of a dragon's heat, whether there was a human partner near or not. He could make do. Except, as they dived down toward a forest, he saw others tagging along after the same female. It would be a mess this time.

The sapphire dragon twisted to face her pursuers as if sizing them up, two males and finally a rival female that came up from the forest in an erratic flight toward then away from them. And this dragon had no intention of picking her partner with ease either. First she sailed over the red in an inverted loop, then she turned to dance with the male blue. Males might be famous for fighting over females, but females could be just as ruthless in their heat. It was an elegant dance full of claws and fire, but nonetheless a dance of courtship.

'Damn it.' Finally losing his disciplined edge, Erwan closed his eyes and let out a cry of his own to match the dragon roars echoing in the air. Turning toward the rider astride the fellow male dragon, he tried to make eye contact amid the intricacies of their twisting flights as if courting the human in the way of the dragons.