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@JinxMoonstone

Thank you!! And for the reminder to get my post for today in, aha. I'm glad you liked Riun!

[b]Edit: I forgot to mention! It's Ice Hockey[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21949467] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/219495/21949467_350.png[/img] [/url] The last of his family to be born from an ice clan, Itzli watches his kids slide confidently onto the ice. He had taught them well, but... would it make up for their lack of practice on real ice? Only time would tell. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=23646911] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/236470/23646911_350.png[/img] [/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=23646913] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/236470/23646913_350.png[/img] [/url] The team, however, was having the time of their life. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=24845649] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/248457/24845649_350.png[/img] [/url] "It's real snow! Real ice! It's so slide-y. I love slide-y things!" [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41386980] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/413870/41386980_350.png[/img] [/url] "I'm gonna lick it," the darker winged dragon said. The green-winged mirror paused his appreciation of the winter out of concern for his brother. "You're gonna get stuck, dude." "That's a myth! It looks tasty." A few minutes later, all but one of the participating mirror family fell into position, ready to play. Spectators could easily notice a younger mirror stuck on the ice, but had no guesses as to why - strategy, maybe?

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34380468] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/343805/34380468_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [center][b]Syer - Ski Jumping[/b][/center] The mottled orange Ridgeback surveyed the slope below him and smiled with pleasure. Today he would dispel the myth that only those with years of experience in a particular sport could excel in it. Syer had never so much as picked up a ski pole before. He was, however, a professional acrobat, and knew he could show the judges a thing or two about what happened in the air. The only difference between this and that was sticking a different kind of landing. How hard could it be to bring ski and snow together cleanly?

cross country skiing [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39875313] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/398754/39875313_350.png[/img] [/url] Hesper was determined to dispel the myth that bogsneaks' short legs meant they were slow. He was more used to the warmth of his bakery than this frosty terrain, but he bundled up in his best and pinkest gear and planted himself at the starting line. Admittedly he just wanted to get this over with and go have a nice cocoa near a roaring fire, but with the honor of his clan and species at stake he'd give this (ridiculous) sport his best shot.

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47514650] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/475147/47514650_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Alpine Skiing[/b] Seeing how much fun his mate had had performing in the winter games, Fennec decided he’d partake in the fun, too. The little fae picked Alpine Skiing, thinking his small size might give him an advantage in maneuvering around the course – or at least in not hitting any poles. He strapped on his diminutive skis and pumped his wings a few times to keep his blood flowing. He was definitely going to need some hot chocolate after this. Of course, he reminded himself, he’d just had a cup not ten minutes ago. Wasn’t he supposed to wait a half hour before exerting himself or he’d get wing cramps? Nah, that was probably a myth… and probably about swimming, not skiing. He took a deep breath, tucked his wings in tight, and pushed off down the course with all his might.

[center][b]Second Event: Curling[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=27507048][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/275071/27507048.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=27577242][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/275773/27577242.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=37412778][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/374128/37412778.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28328320][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/283284/28328320.png[/img][/url] [i]Prism | Clue | Tidepool | Glisten[/i] With appearance by: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=27527344][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/275274/27527344.png[/img][/url] [i]Treehouse[/i][/center] [rule] "Alright, so, everyone remember the basics?" The lone skydancer among the group asked. An assortment of nods answered him. "Good, so just keep in mind that only two of you are allowed to sweep the ice in front of the rock at a time, and the one who releases the rock at the start isn't allowed to keep moving down the course with it. The one at the end has to stay in that area, too. No repositioning the rocks in the circles after they've stopped moving, no shoving your opponents' rocks unless it's with a rock that's still moving, and no interfering with your opponents when it's their turn. Everyone got that?" He glanced around at the entire group to ensure they'd all absorbed his words. Satisfied with the repeated nods he got in return, he flicked his crest feathers as he broke out into a smile. "Alright then, I'm sure you guys will be fine. Now go on out there and start warming up!" He gently shooed them towards the ice, tentatively optimistic that things would go better this year than they had during the clan's first attempt at the sport two years prior. The rainbow fae was the only one on the team who had also participated back then, and as such she had been named the captain this time, but it was Treehouse that had bothered to actually learn the rules of the game after their chaotic showing previously and was therefore serving as a coach of sorts now. At first it had been decidedly uncertain if they could even get enough players this year, but once the idea had planted itself in Treehouse and Prism's minds it didn't take them long to convince their sister Clue to join. With that achieved they then approached Glisten and Tidepool and managed to coax the two into giving it a try as well. After repeated drilling by Treehouse on the rules and some limited practice, the team of fae (honorary, in the diminutive bogsneak's case) seemed to more or less grasp what they were supposed to be doing. Now all that remained to be seen was whether or not the officials at this event would be in hysterics by the time their team was done.

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7430960] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/74310/7430960_350.png[/img] [/url] Day 2: Speed Skating Lazeren puffs himself up as he adjusts his skullcap, shrugging off the concerned looks of his clanmates and other observers. "Hey, I got this! I totally got this!" He nonchalantly gets onto the ice, barely managing to avoid landing face-first. The crowd is not impressed. Stories have been going around about a Coatl about to take the speed skating world by storm; perhaps they were just a myth? Is this brand new sensation actually just an overconfident braggart? Or is Lazeren really that good?

[b]Luge[/b] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=31527316] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/315274/31527316_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Malachite laughed as she tested the runners on her sled, making sure they were still in tip top shape. She still had some time to go before her run, so she was hanging out in the waiting area with her half-sister, Siu. "Really, it's just a [b]myth[/b] that someone got launched out of the track by going to fast. Or your dad flat out made it up. You were with me for nearly every practice, and even on the really high curves did you see me ever go off the top? Besides," she added with a grin, "It would still be a pretty epic wipe out if that did actualy happen."

[center][size=4][b][u]Monday - Speed Skating[/u][/b] [i]Avari[/i][/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40099816] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/400999/40099816_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] The blades of Avari's skates gleamed like the jewels that the Fae usually wore but had laid aside for his event. They were carefully wrapped in silk and stored safely away in a locker, of course. As soon as he was done competing, Avari would don the bright green and blue jewelry once more and dazzle the crowd a second time, the first being with his awesome speed skating talent. In just a few minutes, he would be like Hati chasing the moon in the [b]myth[/b] as he chased glory around the rink, reaching for it with all the sleek determination he could muster. Hopefully he would be rewarded a new piece of jewelry for his efforts!

[center][size=6] ~ Luge ~ [/size][/center] Tender Toes Clan is a mostly non-sporting clan. Trystan is one of the few non-non-sporting clan members. He isn’t obsessed with sports, but he does love one kind: Luge and anything luge-like. It’s the wind roaring past his fins and the smell of clean, cold air that he loves. He loves it so much that he spends a lot more time in the Southern Icefields than he spends on fishing or chores. [columns][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=21716572&skin=0&apparel=13822,13782,13774,13814,13846,13806,13790,13854,13838&xt=dressing.png[/img][nextcol][right][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/99ce356fa13b69edd2556218ebb224ae/tumblr_pm2wrytfpV1vos03zo1_250.gif[/img][/right][/columns] On the day of his luge run at the Sornieth Winter games, Trystan was psyching himself up to launch down the slick track with little more than a sled made of wood and metal and a thin uniform to keep him intact and, well, unchafed. [i]You can do this, Mirror! It is in your blood. It is in your mind. It is in your bones. Yes![/i] He thought he was the only entrant from his clan, which is all for the better. The fewer questions he has to answer about how he luges so well, the fewer lies he might be tempted to tell. Imagine his surprise when he turned to grab a sip from his water skin and saw the clan’s matriarch, Eirea. He froze with the skin just starting to dribble water into his mouth. [right][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=20108179&skin=0&apparel=20558,20561,20559,20557,20562,20560&xt=dressing.png[/img][/right] “Trystan,” she rumbled with her deep Guardian’s voice. “I was surprised to learn from a friend that one of my clan was ‘looking sharp’ at the games today. I thought everyone who was competing had spoken of it with me.” He choked a bit on the water he forgot to swallow. “I’m so sorry, Eirea,” he sputtered. “I thought I’d told you. It was kind of a last minute thing. You see, my friend told me about luge and it sounded easy, so I thought I’d try it.” He stopped to inhale, so Eirea took that moment to interject. “I am disappointed, Trystan. I am disappointed that you don’t trust me enough to tell me the truth.” The Mirror unconsciously stopped breathing. [i]She knows I’m lying? How?[/i] Taking his silence and widened eyes as a sort of admission to the crime, Eirea cleared her throat. “I have known about your excursions to the Southern Icefields for some time now.” Trystan suddenly remembered to breathe, inhaling noisy gulps of air as his mind processed this information. “I am very proud of your hard work to become a sportsdragon,” the old Guardian said. “I have watched you on occasion and you have fine form.” By this time, Trystan’s mind was churning. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he [i]might[/i] not be in trouble. “At first, I was miffed that you were shirking your obligations, but then, with a bit of investigation, I discovered the trades you had made with other clan members in order to do your fair share -- even if it wasn’t as physically demanding as other duties.” Trystan started to form coherent thoughts again and was amazed at Eirea’s easy going manner. Since his hatchling days, he had thought of her as a rather stern old dragon who not only didn’t have fun, but likely didn’t know the meaning of the word. Now, he wasn’t so sure. “I...I don’t know what to say, Eirea,” he began. “I didn’t think you would approve and I so wanted to luge. I feel so amazingly alive when I’m sliding. I am sorry I deceived you.” “Well, don’t believe that myth that I am an old fuddy duddy who doesn’t know the meaning of the word fun. I know how to have fun. I polish my stones with great joy!” Left speechless again, Trystan wondered how she knew so much of what she knew. [i]Has she been psychic this whole time?[/i] The notion had his mind coming to somewhat disturbing ends. He was startled out of his reverie by a deep rumble erupting from Eirea’s throat. She laughed hard at his expression. “No, my dear, I am not psychic,” she said with a twinkle in her very amused eyes. “I overheard you tell a friend from another clan once when you were a hatchling.” She laughed a bit more at the memory. Trystan's shoulders relaxed and a smile broke out across his face. “I didn’t know you were a joker. You’re good!” They sat for a moment of silent contemplation of what had just transpired. Then, Eirea rose and shook along her whole body. It took a long moment and it was a sight to behold. “I know I’ve knocked your notion of the world around a bit, my boy, but now it is time for you to fly down the mountain.” He jumped up and looked around frantically, suddenly feeling unready. Then he glanced at Eirea and saw the pride and confidence in him radiating from her whole self and knew it was going to be ok. [i]You can do this, Mirror! It is in your blood. It is in your mind. It is in your bones. Yes![/i] Then Trystan luged.