23.Aug.13, 01:28 AM
V'riy grinned as Arddra took off in a run towards Morith. He was happy to see her in playful, high spirits. For a split second he thought about letting her win, but his competitive nature won out in the end. Bending his knees slightly, he leaned forward and counted a few moments under his breath, giving her a decent head start.
The bronzerider suddenly shot forward, his powerful legs carrying him over the ground quickly as he gained speed. Realizing how quickly he was coming up upon Arddra, he changed tactics. V'riy managed to do a neat 180-degree turn without losing much speed or his balance. It made it more challenging though, and he caught up with the girl with about two-thirds of the distance of the race covered.
Laughing while breathing heavily proved to be a bit difficult but somehow V'riy managed it. He wasn't able to speak, though. Maintaining his balance, speed, and direction commanded too much of his attention. Just as they reached the softer ground of the riverbank, he flailed his arms out and fell backwards, landing smartly on his tailbone. He winced from the impact and released the air in his lungs in a noisy rush.
Alternating between chuckles and mild groans, V'riy stood up slowly. "That'll teach me to show off," he mumbled. "You win, fair and square," he conceded, not at all upset about the loss.
Serves you right, Mister-Ultra-Competitive. See that, it's not so bad losing sometimes, his dragon informed him, and without further delay, filled his mouth with water. Morith flapped his wings gently and arched his neck, his tail weaving back and forth mischievously as he opened his mouth just enough to let out a thin stream of water directly onto V'riy's head.
To Arddra, the bronze dragon said with a voice full of laughter, Direct hit!
The bronzerider suddenly shot forward, his powerful legs carrying him over the ground quickly as he gained speed. Realizing how quickly he was coming up upon Arddra, he changed tactics. V'riy managed to do a neat 180-degree turn without losing much speed or his balance. It made it more challenging though, and he caught up with the girl with about two-thirds of the distance of the race covered.
Laughing while breathing heavily proved to be a bit difficult but somehow V'riy managed it. He wasn't able to speak, though. Maintaining his balance, speed, and direction commanded too much of his attention. Just as they reached the softer ground of the riverbank, he flailed his arms out and fell backwards, landing smartly on his tailbone. He winced from the impact and released the air in his lungs in a noisy rush.
Alternating between chuckles and mild groans, V'riy stood up slowly. "That'll teach me to show off," he mumbled. "You win, fair and square," he conceded, not at all upset about the loss.
To Arddra, the bronze dragon said with a voice full of laughter,