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09-27-2012, 12:58 PM
It startled the young gryphon to see so many others falling behind her as she flew, surprised her that she was progressing so well. But it was a momentary feeling, for there were still more rings to fly through. These ones were ocean hues, green and blue and every shade in between. This pleased her, even if the first several were difficult to spot at times through the cloud cover. The fact that they changed directions rather harshly at one point didn't help matters. But she persevered, until her sharp eyes caught sight of the finish.
Then she strained for speed, hoping her smaller, more aero-dynamic figure would lend itself to her advantage. The ocean was just ahead, and the skies noisy with wings and the steady low roar of the surf, the cheering of the on-lookers below the final ring. Were her friends here? She didn't spare a moment to look, concerned even a moment's lapse of concentration would have her colliding with another racer, to her loss. There would be time after, to look.
Then she strained for speed, hoping her smaller, more aero-dynamic figure would lend itself to her advantage. The ocean was just ahead, and the skies noisy with wings and the steady low roar of the surf, the cheering of the on-lookers below the final ring. Were her friends here? She didn't spare a moment to look, concerned even a moment's lapse of concentration would have her colliding with another racer, to her loss. There would be time after, to look.
