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Fireball; Aithniel stood upon the warm sands of the Dragon's Throat and flexed her nimble toes through the grains. Today was a good day to practice her skills in battle. The sun overhead was wan from the winter, but the cloudless sky would prove useful. A gentle breeze rolled through to cool the sweat they would eventually work up, and she inhaled deeply as she planned this physical argument. She rolled her shoulders and watched her opponent arrive. Fortunately this was planned by Volterra - a particularly salty stallion. Who knew that being a good fuck and giving him a child as well as winning a battle would do nothing to earn his support. She snorted bitterly through her mousy, gray nostrils at the thought and rolled her silver eyes. Hopefully her continued work in the Dragon's Throat would prove her worth to everything, including the massive, black male. Aithniel nodded her head to her opponent - a rather handsome colt if a rich color with silver eyes not entirely unlike her own. He was taller than she, but Aith was used to being the short one. In all honesty, she didn't mind. Being small meant that she was also fast, and hopefully that would work to her advantage today. Maybe not. She didn’t know this kid at all. Perhaps he was one of those child prodigies who were annoyingly good at one, particular thing. Zera rolled his eyes and the royal griffin examined the talons on his right paw with boredom. He mentally chastised Aithniel for being so cavalier about this battle, but she brushed off his stodgy attitude. While he was not exactly wrong, she didn’t care. This was for practice, and she deserved to be able to make a few mistakes. “You ready, kid?” she asked, stretching out her wings and flapping once as she leapt into the air. A breeze grabbed at her feathers, stabilizing her lift-off. Zera, annoyed by the sudden lurch, tumbled over the side and stretched his wings as well, cutting his bond-mate a sassy look. “I’ll start us off.” Aithniel summoned a fireball with her magic and flung it in his direction. The diameter was smaller than her usual size as she had no intentions of actually hurting the boy. Maybe he would think differently, but this was a spar in her mind. There was no need for excessive violence while practicing. She spiraled around in the sky while Zera tagged along at her tail, keeping a watchful eye on his bond-mate’s back. -------------------------- (420 words) (1/3) DT spar midday in the DT/winter She throws a fireball at him |
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