Entry 5: Luge
Participant:
"What's luge?" The pearlcatcher craned his head to take in the colorful banners advertising different events.
"Nothing," said the skydancer. "Boring. Satin called it the baby course, you wouldn't—"
"—oooooHOOOOO—"
A spiral shot by belly-up down a frozen rink, faster than any dragon could fly. A watching fae, hanging so far over the spectators' wall he was clinging to the edge with his back feet, frills and wings flared wide, bawled, "Hands-in! Hands-in-sled!"
"Luge is..." the skydancer tried weakly.
"Huh? Never mind." The pearlcatcher stared at the rink their clanmate had already vanished from, eyes aglow. "Where can I get in line to do that?"
Cameos:
Participant:
"What's luge?" The pearlcatcher craned his head to take in the colorful banners advertising different events.
"Nothing," said the skydancer. "Boring. Satin called it the baby course, you wouldn't—"
"—oooooHOOOOO—"
A spiral shot by belly-up down a frozen rink, faster than any dragon could fly. A watching fae, hanging so far over the spectators' wall he was clinging to the edge with his back feet, frills and wings flared wide, bawled, "Hands-in! Hands-in-sled!"
"Luge is..." the skydancer tried weakly.
"Huh? Never mind." The pearlcatcher stared at the rink their clanmate had already vanished from, eyes aglow. "Where can I get in line to do that?"
Cameos: