Just Another Day

There was an extra air of liveliness and anticipation as the Sylvans gathered the next morning to see the day's events. There was to be a flying race and a display of weapons skill. As expected, many of the Ferals were skeptical of the latter event and a bit miffed they were to be judged by their use of such fighting methods reserved for the elderly, infirmed, or lazy.

The flyers were brought out onto the field of the foot races of the day before where they were met with a great applause. A sleek dragon was waiting for them and alighted before them. She was a mid-sized dragon of the variety that was found around the Nyre, with the top of her back about even with the tops of the heads of those she was to lead and judge. She seemed about as uneasy as the racers, but held her slender head high anyway.

"I know your kind has more stamina for the ground than the sky, so this will be shorter than the foot race. Just eight furlongs. We'll go about in a long loop. I have no obstacles planned, and I have attendants in waiting should there be a disgruntled flock of gryphons or harpies nearby," she explained calmly. She bobbed her head to suggest they line up, and after they had, she called the signal to start and took to the air with a running leap.

The Kurach were quick behind her and she kept her pace slow so she wouldn't lose them. The dragon kept her head turned a bit so she could keep an eye behind her to check for any cheating or sabotage.