Who am I, that the morning star would light the way for my wandering heart?
Already laughing, Seren was almost taken off guard by the abrupt start to the game, and hurriedly dispersed along with the rest. It was difficult to see which of the slithering wyrms that had taken point, but that was easily dealt with; she simply avoided everyone. It was a challenge to keep her eyes on both the ground and the sky, but for the time being no one was coming her way, and all was calm.
The same could not be said for Umbra. Huffing with the indignity of being chased by such a small morsel, the Blue darted downward to the ground in a sharp dive. At the last second he broke the fall, spun like a cork shot from a bottle and then began to ascend once more. A quiet reminder from his bonded to stay within the limits of the area, he found his options on where to go quite limited. There were little squigglers all over the sky. Which one, which one was coming for him...?
Suddenly there was a sharp nip at his tail, and the dragon let out a roar of dismay as he found himself tagged. There was an inclination to whip around and punish the bold cloud-swimmer... but then he remembered the game. Did this mean he could chase now?
With the poor wyrm still attached to his tail, Umbra warbled in delight and set his sight on the food-giver-Lena-person. Either he would boop her, or find her treats. Perhaps both.
The same could not be said for Umbra. Huffing with the indignity of being chased by such a small morsel, the Blue darted downward to the ground in a sharp dive. At the last second he broke the fall, spun like a cork shot from a bottle and then began to ascend once more. A quiet reminder from his bonded to stay within the limits of the area, he found his options on where to go quite limited. There were little squigglers all over the sky. Which one, which one was coming for him...?
Suddenly there was a sharp nip at his tail, and the dragon let out a roar of dismay as he found himself tagged. There was an inclination to whip around and punish the bold cloud-swimmer... but then he remembered the game. Did this mean he could chase now?
With the poor wyrm still attached to his tail, Umbra warbled in delight and set his sight on the food-giver-Lena-person. Either he would boop her, or find her treats. Perhaps both.
Seren
