Rita

Clan: Crystalline

Occupation: Cliff racer

Personality: Rita has a bad, fiery temper, often lashing out when irritated. She can also be kind, but she tends to hide those feelings for fear of others seeing it as a weakness.

Short story: Rita blasted through a small crevice, tucking her wings in close and using her momentum. She came out of the other side, righting herself quickly and flicking her wings out. She could see Quicksilver glittering ahead of her. Rita rode the wind upwards, until she was above and behind Silver. Luna was pretty much clinging to her tail, panting and desperately trying to stay aloft. Silver glanced back and noticed Rita, tilting her wings at just the right angle to shine the sun her eyes. She heard Luna gasp and flare her wings, falling behind quickly. Rita closed her eyes and unfurled her antennae, sensing the vibrations coming from the stones and boulders around her. She listened to Silver's wingbeats ahead of her. Silver was flapping faster now, getting desperate. Rita crawled closer, and closer until she was alongside Silver, and then the were neck and neck, and then-
WHOOSH

Silver had given one last desperate push, and it had flung her ahead of Rita, and across the finish line. She collapsed onto the dust, panting. Rita landed lightly behind her. "You did good," was all she said. Rita stepped around her queen, joining the crowd in their hooting and cheering. She had not won, but second place was good enough.