Tellestlle peered gingerly over the top of the slope. The massive guardian was still for a long moment, thinking. He was less quick-tempered than some of his clan, having long accepted that fate would occur in it's own time. He had spent some time wandering in the ice flows as a youth, picking his way across the great frozen rivers. One had to be careful, that their weight did not fall on a space that might buckle. The snow hid imperfections which might swallow the unsuspecting.
He eyed the path before him. It was trod, the other contestants that had run before him leaving their marks in the soft face of the mountain. It was, of course, a dragon-built course, and there was little danger beyond the pull of gravity which he soon expected to experience, but he mapped his intent with care all the same. No dangerous crags, no avalanche-prone overhangs, no, but at his size, he must be deliberate in his steering, if he wished to cleanly make it through each gate.
A whistle from the stands pierced his thoughts. His mate, Nafiro, flashing her bright wings as the sunlight glinted off her shiny carapace. Though she and the rest of the crowd were too far for Tellestlle to hear words, he could very clearly imagine what she wished to say.
"You think too much! Go!"
Shaking his great head, the guardian shifted back a step. He required the momentum to begin at optimal velocity. In one smooth motion, he tipped his massive form over the edge, and let nature take what course it would.
He eyed the path before him. It was trod, the other contestants that had run before him leaving their marks in the soft face of the mountain. It was, of course, a dragon-built course, and there was little danger beyond the pull of gravity which he soon expected to experience, but he mapped his intent with care all the same. No dangerous crags, no avalanche-prone overhangs, no, but at his size, he must be deliberate in his steering, if he wished to cleanly make it through each gate.
A whistle from the stands pierced his thoughts. His mate, Nafiro, flashing her bright wings as the sunlight glinted off her shiny carapace. Though she and the rest of the crowd were too far for Tellestlle to hear words, he could very clearly imagine what she wished to say.
"You think too much! Go!"
Shaking his great head, the guardian shifted back a step. He required the momentum to begin at optimal velocity. In one smooth motion, he tipped his massive form over the edge, and let nature take what course it would.