Fina cooed in what he guessed as displeasure at being jolted around; small body took to resting across his spine and between the feathers of his body. Black talons tightened flesh when sand sunk weight at an angle and threated to jar the babe awake….they had yet to get a rhythmic pattern down to please both. Again he had been called to spar. It was part of his job, and lately the stud had been lacking in official training of others. Kri had called it to attention during the herd meeting and formed a desire to rectify her doubts in abilities. Winter had fled into spring; new buds of flora littered the Oasis. Cool nights ushered their way into a more comfortable day.

He sighed, content to save energy and calmly walk to desired location for their short skirmish.

The heart of Helovia, and the forever burning fire it bore. Legend spoke of gods, particularly the sun god. Though he worshiped only Earth; each lord had their place in his respect. Holy ground wouldn’t have been Midas’s first choice in schooling methods of battle. To the north honeyed orbs could already see the fire, its orange fingers lashing skyward to claim an unearthly position in life. His little phoenix of similar likeness to fire leaned across shoulder, trying to gauge what was ahead with judging, wary eyes.

Seasoned stud came into sight, standing at a distance from their holy flames, Midas smiled warmly in greeting—Fina wanted nothing to do with the situation and instead burrowed deeper in the slight curve of spine ruffling feathers as she did, “Good day brother,” he voice, forcing skull to dip just slightly. Orbs took the spare moment to rake across muscle and built, “Shall we begin?”

Gently Midas twisted neck round to nudge his little sleeper awake and off his back, “You’ll get hurt if you remain there,” he counseled gently, being newly hatched—she was fragile and of a young mind. Colorful wings spread, and not so gracefully flopped body toward the sandy cold ground. Where she preceded to squawk irritant and flap around for a moment before settling at glaring toward ebony company.

“No magic, no need for bonded.”

Walking forward a few paces with neck arching and feathers flaring from his side Midas added with a smile, “Whenever you are ready sir.”

OCC: Opening post (1/1) (0/2) (0/1)

Summary: I didn’t see this in yours…so I’ll go ahead and place it in mine. One opening post each. Two attack posts each, one closing defense post at the end. No magic, No companions. Setting mid-day, blue spring sky with large clouds above them. » Fire of the Diviner close by. Fight will take place across the sands of their homeland. 2 attack posts each, 1 closing defense post.

Attack: None.

Defense: At ready. Balanced, throat tucked.

Injuries: None.