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06-21-2015, 09:40 PM
He almost didn’t show up. You must forgive him, he forgets he doesn’t have wings. Not that he had much control over the damn things anyway. It was a risk to show them off, but he was willing. Coming to where the Stormbringer called the blue banded waits for others. The results of the wait made him feel most foolish. There was a slim crowd. The golden at this point was ready to shrug and turn about. But of course that was not the Rohan way. My so much for a vacation in the shadows. This was turning out to be just as much of a spotlight as the mountain stage up north.
So the blue banded steps forward. His face calm but bright. Rohan was after all a gentle soul, always ready to accept and welcome. To mend those that he saw broken, and hearten those for whom he felt pity. Too bad the golden was so different. If you notice the drag in the bay’s steps you’re on the right trail. Before he called out start the bay came to the pale bird. “Race me?” A bright grin lifted, but then a chuckle slipped out. “Its been a while since I’ve raced, so just for fun?” With a grin ever growing, the bay turns to jog for a running start. He’d need it knowing how not well the golden actually flew. At least the lie had pepped him up. False presentment to anyone’s face always did.
Turning to face the logs the bay waited for the other’s command. His stripped wings extended, ready. START! Off he went, and immediately the golden knew it was a terrible idea. Snow flurred each time his wings pumped down in his take off, near blinding him to the logs. It was only by luck he managed to hi the marks, and only by strength he barely was able to throw himself up into the air. His wings pounded hard, lifting his body up, always the strangest feeling. Gliding he had gotten used to, but this was always a rocky road. He barely cleared the trees, but the success of even that small feat was encouraging. The bay rolled out a laugh, for the golden saw little need to stop it. Like the rush of joy after nerves it flowed out. Now was time to kick it up. It was after all a race, and now that he was in it, he was sore to loose. Straining his little used wing muscles the bay gains height and speed. Using magic? Tricks? HA! The golden was just glad he had gotten Rohan’s blue banded butt in the air. That was trick enough.
OOC :: @[Kaj] Timeline vagueness YEAHHH
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