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[b]Ski-Jumping[/b]
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For Iridice, miscommunication was about as predictable as it was for a ghost to [b]haunt[/b] their place of death. Even by Fae standards she came across as cool and emotionless. Iridice was often in the habit of making observations, which others would infer wholly unintended meaning to. Part of why she enjoyed her archivist duties was that it didn't require dealing with the difficulties of social interactions. Mostly Iridice talked to [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/56392]Tzynket[/url], and he understood her.
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/435063]Cherra[/url] was not Tzynket. Cherra was high-strung and prideful, and reacted strongly to perceived sleights against the Arcane or Light Flights. For Cherra cherished both. The Arcane Fae's work documenting experiments and studies meant the two bumped into one another every so often when their work happened to overlap.
It had been a long time since Iridice was last in the Southern Icefield. Cherra talked about drawing strength and inspiration from her roots. Iridice had decided to see if she could do the same, and decided that the ski jump was a thrilling way to do so.
Sometimes dragons looked after their things and ideas better than they did themselves. While the archivist could relate to careful caretaking for possessions, and reckless pursuit of ideas was common to the realm Cherra originated. When such pursuits came too far before oneself, suffering was guaranteed.
Iridice had been among those who'd expressed concern for Cherra's health. The Ice dragon perceived that Cherra's reaction wouldn't change if she tried telling her more than once and fell silent on the matter. Iridice did however note when Cherra did her training, and ensured water and peanut-locust snacks were there for her.
She was glad Cherra had come to her senses and was listening to everyone again.
A cleared throat drew Iridice from her thoughts. It was time for her to step up for the ski-jump.
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She barely felt the chill of the winter air rushing past her. Such a thing was most pleasant for an Ice dragon. Then came the ramp, and the Fae rocketed into the air, meeting no more resistance than a snowflake on the wind.
The jump was not the hard part; that would be the landing.
Ski-Jumping
For Iridice, miscommunication was about as predictable as it was for a ghost to
haunt their place of death. Even by Fae standards she came across as cool and emotionless. Iridice was often in the habit of making observations, which others would infer wholly unintended meaning to. Part of why she enjoyed her archivist duties was that it didn't require dealing with the difficulties of social interactions. Mostly Iridice talked to
Tzynket, and he understood her.
Cherra was not Tzynket. Cherra was high-strung and prideful, and reacted strongly to perceived sleights against the Arcane or Light Flights. For Cherra cherished both. The Arcane Fae's work documenting experiments and studies meant the two bumped into one another every so often when their work happened to overlap.
It had been a long time since Iridice was last in the Southern Icefield. Cherra talked about drawing strength and inspiration from her roots. Iridice had decided to see if she could do the same, and decided that the ski jump was a thrilling way to do so.
Sometimes dragons looked after their things and ideas better than they did themselves. While the archivist could relate to careful caretaking for possessions, and reckless pursuit of ideas was common to the realm Cherra originated. When such pursuits came too far before oneself, suffering was guaranteed.
Iridice had been among those who'd expressed concern for Cherra's health. The Ice dragon perceived that Cherra's reaction wouldn't change if she tried telling her more than once and fell silent on the matter. Iridice did however note when Cherra did her training, and ensured water and peanut-locust snacks were there for her.
She was glad Cherra had come to her senses and was listening to everyone again.
A cleared throat drew Iridice from her thoughts. It was time for her to step up for the ski-jump.
She barely felt the chill of the winter air rushing past her. Such a thing was most pleasant for an Ice dragon. Then came the ramp, and the Fae rocketed into the air, meeting no more resistance than a snowflake on the wind.
The jump was not the hard part; that would be the landing.
[center][b][size=5]Day 3 Tuesday - Luge (Sledding)[/size][/b][/center]
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Feir hold the sled tight with all her four legs. Even though the experience of falling down from the sled while practicing several days ago still [b]haunted[/b] her before today's match, she has forgot it now. She is focusing on keeping her balance and sliding as fast as she can on the slippery ice track.
As an organizer of activities of the clan, she had visited many many other clans. Some she had been were holding several other activities when she arrived, one of which was luge. She was invited to join some, and she found herself enjoying(and is actually doing well!) . Dragons in those clans told her there was luge matches held at Sornieth Winter Games every year, and recommended her to have a try. So here she is, after much practice. She doesn't know how far she can go, but she has confidence on it.
The track is streching, the crowd cheering, chilly wind sweep past her ear. She felt excitement inside her, she is enjoying this match, no matter the outcome.
Day 3 Tuesday - Luge (Sledding)
Feir hold the sled tight with all her four legs. Even though the experience of falling down from the sled while practicing several days ago still
haunted her before today's match, she has forgot it now. She is focusing on keeping her balance and sliding as fast as she can on the slippery ice track.
As an organizer of activities of the clan, she had visited many many other clans. Some she had been were holding several other activities when she arrived, one of which was luge. She was invited to join some, and she found herself enjoying(and is actually doing well!) . Dragons in those clans told her there was luge matches held at Sornieth Winter Games every year, and recommended her to have a try. So here she is, after much practice. She doesn't know how far she can go, but she has confidence on it.
The track is streching, the crowd cheering, chilly wind sweep past her ear. She felt excitement inside her, she is enjoying this match, no matter the outcome.
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[b]Tuesday - Ice Hockey[/b][/center]
The Disillusionists' hockey team is warming up, though some of them seem noticeably less relaxed. Girardot is puffing out in slow, measured breaths, obviously trying to calm himself down. With a rather sheepish smile, he says, "Sorry, guys, I'm just used to working with a different crew, that's all."
A few of his other teammates mumble, "Same." Agatha flicks her tail. "Heck, I don't usually work with people. I tend to fly solo on business, you know?"
"Well, we've done fairly well in practice sessions. And Neverland's dream therapy was quite helpful, too," Tindalos says. The others perk up slightly, and Munius chuckles, "Let's hope we do at least as well as our comrades did in the previous Games. I think the [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2970801/27#post_50275109]outcome[/url] of that match still [b]haunts[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/66992781]Ward[/url]."
"Didn't his team win a medal?"
"Yes, and they are all so excited, they immediately dogpiled him. The poor fellow had to lie in bed for three days."
A horn blast rings out over the grounds, and Ashes lifts her head. She listens carefully to the subsequent announcement. "That's our cue. Time to get into place."
"Right!" The six of them bump fists and then hurry into position, adjusting their protective equipment as they go.
The Disillusionists' hockey team is warming up, though some of them seem noticeably less relaxed. Girardot is puffing out in slow, measured breaths, obviously trying to calm himself down. With a rather sheepish smile, he says, "Sorry, guys, I'm just used to working with a different crew, that's all."
A few of his other teammates mumble, "Same." Agatha flicks her tail. "Heck, I don't usually work with people. I tend to fly solo on business, you know?"
"Well, we've done fairly well in practice sessions. And Neverland's dream therapy was quite helpful, too," Tindalos says. The others perk up slightly, and Munius chuckles, "Let's hope we do at least as well as our comrades did in the previous Games. I think the
outcome of that match still
haunts Ward."
"Didn't his team win a medal?"
"Yes, and they are all so excited, they immediately dogpiled him. The poor fellow had to lie in bed for three days."
A horn blast rings out over the grounds, and Ashes lifts her head. She listens carefully to the subsequent announcement. "That's our cue. Time to get into place."
"Right!" The six of them bump fists and then hurry into position, adjusting their protective equipment as they go.
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[size=5]Day 3:
Tuesday - Ski Jumping[/size][/center]
It's going to be a while yet before Marigold's turn to participate in ski jumping rolls around, so he's enjoying a hot drink while watching the competition. It's all fun and games, until one dragon fails to stick to their landing and they wipe rather spectacularly. [i]Yeesh, that's got to sting.[/i] The medics are quick to arrive to the scene and the competitor is soon back on their feet, their injuries, thankfully, rather minor; though Marigold suspects the accident is going to [b]haunt[/b] them for some time. He makes a mental note to be careful himself.
Day 3:
Tuesday - Ski Jumping
It's going to be a while yet before Marigold's turn to participate in ski jumping rolls around, so he's enjoying a hot drink while watching the competition. It's all fun and games, until one dragon fails to stick to their landing and they wipe rather spectacularly.
Yeesh, that's got to sting. The medics are quick to arrive to the scene and the competitor is soon back on their feet, their injuries, thankfully, rather minor; though Marigold suspects the accident is going to
haunt them for some time. He makes a mental note to be careful himself.
Day 3- ice hockey
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Oak sighed at his teammates loud clamoring. They've been practicing for months now, asking their best ice mages to freeze a lake in the labyrinth so they could prepare for the challenge of the Olympics. However, their many slips and falls [b]haunt[/b] the back of his mind. Either way, the Viridian Vipers were not going down without a fight, and they would NOT disappoint their queen.
"Alight, listen up!" he called, his five teammates snapping to attention. "This is moment we've been training for. It'll be tough, but what do we want?"
"Bring home the gold!" Freesia, the wildclaw chanted.
"And how will we do it?" Oak asked.
"With our strength and speed!" chirped the nocturne, Aurel.
"Exactly. On three!" everyone put their claws in the center. "One, two, three, Vipers!"
"Let's make our clan proud," Oak said, donning their gear. The ice awaited them.
Day 3- ice hockey
Oak sighed at his teammates loud clamoring. They've been practicing for months now, asking their best ice mages to freeze a lake in the labyrinth so they could prepare for the challenge of the Olympics. However, their many slips and falls
haunt the back of his mind. Either way, the Viridian Vipers were not going down without a fight, and they would NOT disappoint their queen.
"Alight, listen up!" he called, his five teammates snapping to attention. "This is moment we've been training for. It'll be tough, but what do we want?"
"Bring home the gold!" Freesia, the wildclaw chanted.
"And how will we do it?" Oak asked.
"With our strength and speed!" chirped the nocturne, Aurel.
"Exactly. On three!" everyone put their claws in the center. "One, two, three, Vipers!"
"Let's make our clan proud," Oak said, donning their gear. The ice awaited them.
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[b]Tuesday | Curling[/b]
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Malchor eyes his teammates with poorly withheld derision.
"Have any of you even [i]played[/i] curling before?"
The big iridescent-blue imperial sitting next to him eyes him back, the same distaste mirrored on his face.
"Have[i] you?[/i]"
"Well," the little fae huffs, indignant. "...no." He shakes the spike of shame off, frills flexing. "But it can't be that hard."
"It's pretty fun once you get the hang of it!"
Malchor peers up at the second imperial he'd collected for their team. Marilyn, a daughter of high standing of her former clan is one of the few whom Malchor feels has the credentials to approach him. She spends too much of her time with the rabble, in his opinion, but she thankfully had not tried to bring any of them to his championship team. Instead, she had volunteered her own mate, the distinguished (though minorly eccentric) Ra. He alights behind her, twirling his broom with aplomb.
"Yes yes!" He says cheerily. "And that's what matters of course."
"Right," Marilyn agrees.
Malchor huffs, his frills tightening. "Sure," he says evenly. He doesn't much care about fun, but there's no doubt in his mind that they [i]will[/i] win, not with the great Malchor at their helm. "Just do as I say and we will conquer any in our way! Let our opponents' failures [b]haunt[/b] them till their final days, for under my command Clan Vesta shall prevail in this competition!"
So busy is he looking determinedly forward, carving a glorious picture of purpose and determination, he fails to notice the exchange of glances his three teammates share above him. Seralath rolls his eyes and Marilyn shrugs, [i]what can you do?[/i]
When Malchor looks back to them they are standing and ready for his instructions. "Onward!"[/center]
Tuesday | Curling
Malchor eyes his teammates with poorly withheld derision.
"Have any of you even
played curling before?"
The big iridescent-blue imperial sitting next to him eyes him back, the same distaste mirrored on his face.
"Have
you?"
"Well," the little fae huffs, indignant. "...no." He shakes the spike of shame off, frills flexing. "But it can't be that hard."
"It's pretty fun once you get the hang of it!"
Malchor peers up at the second imperial he'd collected for their team. Marilyn, a daughter of high standing of her former clan is one of the few whom Malchor feels has the credentials to approach him. She spends too much of her time with the rabble, in his opinion, but she thankfully had not tried to bring any of them to his championship team. Instead, she had volunteered her own mate, the distinguished (though minorly eccentric) Ra. He alights behind her, twirling his broom with aplomb.
"Yes yes!" He says cheerily. "And that's what matters of course."
"Right," Marilyn agrees.
Malchor huffs, his frills tightening. "Sure," he says evenly. He doesn't much care about fun, but there's no doubt in his mind that they
will win, not with the great Malchor at their helm. "Just do as I say and we will conquer any in our way! Let our opponents' failures
haunt them till their final days, for under my command Clan Vesta shall prevail in this competition!"
So busy is he looking determinedly forward, carving a glorious picture of purpose and determination, he fails to notice the exchange of glances his three teammates share above him. Seralath rolls his eyes and Marilyn shrugs,
what can you do?
When Malchor looks back to them they are standing and ready for his instructions. "Onward!"
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[b][center]Day 3 - Tuesday - Curling[/center][/b]
"Alright, team! Wakey wakey!" Potato claps her claws together loudly. "We have to practice!"
Blue buries her head in Azure's shoulder.
Cassava looks back at Potato with a gaze [b]haunted[/b] by days of early practice.
"Oh, come on. The [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3202352/7#post_53289012]Willowisps[/url] get up earlier than us every day!" Potato heaves an exasperated sigh and gingerly lifts Blue's head off Azure's shoulder.
"Yeah, and they're tiny and absolutely terrifying, your point?" Blue shoots back.
Potato sighs again. "Just get to it."
Even as they grumble, the team of coatls has started gathering equipment and stretching. Potato smiles. They'll be fine in competition.
Day 3 - Tuesday - Curling
"Alright, team! Wakey wakey!" Potato claps her claws together loudly. "We have to practice!"
Blue buries her head in Azure's shoulder.
Cassava looks back at Potato with a gaze
haunted by days of early practice.
"Oh, come on. The
Willowisps get up earlier than us every day!" Potato heaves an exasperated sigh and gingerly lifts Blue's head off Azure's shoulder.
"Yeah, and they're tiny and absolutely terrifying, your point?" Blue shoots back.
Potato sighs again. "Just get to it."
Even as they grumble, the team of coatls has started gathering equipment and stretching. Potato smiles. They'll be fine in competition.
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[size=5][b]Day 3 - Tuesday
Curling[/b][/size]
[left]Passion casually stepped up beside her teammates. The air around her was dry, the petals swirling around her carrying with them the lingering scent of autumn, as far away as it was now. Her face was dark, largely hidden by her mask and her hat, but the part that was visible had an expression of cold, hard determination painted on it, a look which [b]haunted[/b] the opposing team and pleased her own.
She adjusted her hat and the Ragamouse she carried with her scampered down from her shoulder into her bag as she prepared for the round to begin.
Day 3 - Tuesday
Curling
Passion casually stepped up beside her teammates. The air around her was dry, the petals swirling around her carrying with them the lingering scent of autumn, as far away as it was now. Her face was dark, largely hidden by her mask and her hat, but the part that was visible had an expression of cold, hard determination painted on it, a look which haunted the opposing team and pleased her own.
She adjusted her hat and the Ragamouse she carried with her scampered down from her shoulder into her bag as she prepared for the round to begin.
And when creation goes to die,
You can find me in the sky,
Upon the last day...
And you will be okay.
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[center][b][u]Day 3[/u][/b]: Figure Skating[/center]
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[center]Esmeralda[/center]
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[center]Aurel[/center]
Esmeralda and Aurel began their set exactly as practiced, sliding their way elegantly along the rink to where they would begin; she in twinkling silks and he in a dapper suit complete with a gift rose.
And so they began, twirling and spinning, tails entwining, fins flared and mane braided. The two cut stunning figures, both delicate for show and firm when stance required.
All the while the rest of Mordread's Clan sang a [b]haunting[/b] tune in the background to pair with the choreographed dance, rising in pitch when the two jumped and slowing when they stilled, lilting as they dipped and finally finishing with a low hum.
Esmeralda and Aurel bowed to the audience and awaited their results eagerly, heaving breaths fogging the air around them like stardust.
Day 3: Figure Skating
Esmeralda
Aurel
Esmeralda and Aurel began their set exactly as practiced, sliding their way elegantly along the rink to where they would begin; she in twinkling silks and he in a dapper suit complete with a gift rose.
And so they began, twirling and spinning, tails entwining, fins flared and mane braided. The two cut stunning figures, both delicate for show and firm when stance required.
All the while the rest of Mordread's Clan sang a
haunting tune in the background to pair with the choreographed dance, rising in pitch when the two jumped and slowing when they stilled, lilting as they dipped and finally finishing with a low hum.
Esmeralda and Aurel bowed to the audience and awaited their results eagerly, heaving breaths fogging the air around them like stardust.
-Tuesday, Event: Alpine Skiing
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Hurricane methodically clasped her wing guards tight. Satisfied her prized wings were securely protected, she slipped the shin pads over her paws and slid them up to her shins. Next came the face guard and helmet. Fully padded up now, she felt like she was about to go to battle rather then a sports event.
She exited the locker room with her skiing poles in claw, stepping out into the cold Southern Icefield air. Despite the chill, and the stories she'd been hearing of the ghosts that like to [b]haunt[/b] the area, she was happy to be here.
She took her place atop the mountain. When the starting horn blared, she pushed herself into action. [i]Time to prove to the doubters of my clan that Spirals were a good addition to the lair,[/i] she thought to herself has she picked up speed.
-Tuesday, Event: Alpine Skiing
Hurricane methodically clasped her wing guards tight. Satisfied her prized wings were securely protected, she slipped the shin pads over her paws and slid them up to her shins. Next came the face guard and helmet. Fully padded up now, she felt like she was about to go to battle rather then a sports event.
She exited the locker room with her skiing poles in claw, stepping out into the cold Southern Icefield air. Despite the chill, and the stories she'd been hearing of the ghosts that like to
haunt the area, she was happy to be here.
She took her place atop the mountain. When the starting horn blared, she pushed herself into action.
Time to prove to the doubters of my clan that Spirals were a good addition to the lair, she thought to herself has she picked up speed.
