Post by Alyx on Jul 13, 2020 0:54:52 GMT -5
N'ris and Bronze Cinnoth
G'rett and Bronze Mastromideth
Over the rush of the wind and wings, N’ris could hear someone screeching. The name the voice was screeching gave it away, and he couldn’t help but sigh heavily. How oh how had that man qualified to hold the position of a wingsecond?? F’mol seemed a bit to tame to be a leader-type or even a Bronzerider. Especially for a Bronze as driven as Zenoth seemed to be?
He’s letting the babies bait him. Cinnoth’s tone was ended with laughter as the newcomer pair advanced above the cluster of Browns that seemed intent on boxing Zenoth in. N’ris leaned a little over to look down, shaking his head softly. ‘Someone is going to get hurt.’ Well, if it’s Thundosomth, they are asking for it. ‘Cinnoth..’ What, it is true! They are taunting him. N’ris didn’t want to argue further; the sooner the race was over, the better in his mind.
Thundosomth veered up into their space and Cinnoth shifted, hissing at the Brown, refusing to give ground to the other dragon. Watch where you are flying! N'ris gave the dragon a look down from Cinnoth's neck and shook his head. ‘Finish this. Please.’ Cinnoth needed no other prompting, the bright Bronze surging forward in the open space over the crowd of Browns, shifting to keep Thundosomth from overtaking him.
G'rett and Bronze Mastromideth
G’rett was actually surprised when no one dropped down to block their advancement. Because they are focused on Zenoth, it seems. ‘True. He does seem to be making a target of himself.’ Indeed. The big Bronze kept his steady advancement, gaining ground under the group with massive wingbeats. They might not be the fastest, but Mastromideth’s huge wings didn’t need to be fast to propel the mammoth Bronze – by G’rett’s eye, just one of his wing strokes pulled the distances of some of the Browns above had to take three for.
‘Come on, Come on..’ Why do you want to win so much? Why? ‘Because you don’t think you can and I want to prove you wrong.’ I do not think I cannot win, I simply doubt- ‘The same thing. You doubt yourself. Just once, this once, stop thinking and just fly!’ He could feel the dragon’s mind pause for a moment, then there was a snort. Very well, if you insist. ‘I do.’ Then I would hold on. Mastromideth tensed under him, surging forward with deep, swift strokes of his burnished sails. We may not win, but we will not cross last.