Arvakl

Sometimes I wonder if I'm too easily distracted, with a short attention span. I am a young girl, after all, I don't suppose that can excuse me? Not long after talking to the sky mare I find myself wandering again, curious and wanting to explore. As always - easily bored. So perhaps I'm a little high maintenance. But all the best ones are, don't you think? Miss High Maintenance has found something interesting in this here field that I've stumbled upon... A turtle. A goddamned, giant ass turtled. I stop and stare, but then curiosity is already getting the best of me. I start walking toward it, eyes wide and ears perked, my legs pushing me forward to an extended walk. Nostrils flare as I get closer, and I gently lower my nose to its shell, sniffing. It smells magical. I'm not sure how to define such a smell. I'm here just in time for.. something. Others have gathered, and as I look up I see hoops, rings of sort, high in the sky. I don't know what this is for, I don't know who is organizing it, or any sort of prize. That being said, this seems like a good way to entertain myself and pass the time. And I am, after all, looking to pass the time. I glance down at the turtle one more time. I think I'm gonna say something to him, but no words come out, realizing that I'm not as interesting in saying anything as I thought.

The turtle speaks, much to my surprise. Oh - so turtles talk now? A special turtle indeed. He tells us that this is a race to honor the gods and celebrate Sky Island. Okay, so this place has a name.. it's not a very good name, but at least it is an accurate description. To honor the Gods. Hmm.. my only experience with a God so far was not a pleasant one. I look back at the burn marks that are on my beautiful rump. They'll heal eventually, but for now they are still tender to the touch. Before I can even figure out who all these bodies are, the race is starting. Well fuck, I better win, eh?

I take off as fast as I can, spread my pink wings, and with a few pumps of those feathery apparatuses, I have achieved lift off. Heading toward the first ring in the sky, my attention is completely focus on my goal. My wings tuck in for a second as I fly through the hoop, then spread again to keep pumping as I move on toward the next one. No thoughts are given to those around me - why waste my time and thoughts on them? Just keep going, keep flying and beat them, and their existence won't even mater. Except for entertainment purposes, of course!


Walk. Talk.

I'm so FANCY