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[b]Curling[/b]
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It was between ends and a couple of ghost-hunters were seeing to a [b]sneaky[/b] ghost which had floated up through the ice into the house.
Having brought home a silver medal the last time the Stanzascale clan competed, it came as no surprise to see Qualia curling once again. However, the team were trailing at one end to their opponents' three. The team looked to Qualia and the Skydancer smiled. Life had taught her to fight tooth and claw against intimidating odds.
It wasn't over yet.
"Steeper odds have been overturned." The Skydancer told them.
Perception nodded and chimed in. "Wobbles happen to everyone. We all know how hard we've been practicing and I believe we can make everyone proud!"
'Night-guard' was an inaccurate title for Perception's role in the clan. While his baku did guard the clan against particularly nasty nightmares, Perception mainly walked the halls with a lantern and a willing ear to anyone in need.
Sirussi was at home on the ice and was unperturbed. Compared with the fashion show the month before, this event was far more dignified and comfortable. The Pearlcatcher was confident they would put on a good performance, and to an extent was that not the appeal of the games?
Mintbite was watching the ghost-hunters, and nodded in approval as they gave the ice a brushing to clean up any ectoplasm. The stuff risked affecting the game, and the Mirror was revolted at the idea of having to touch ectoplasm. It was like ghost-sweat or worse.
Mintbite's usual tasks revolved around hygiene, so brushing did not feel wholly unfamiliar to him when he joined Qualia's curling team.
The new end began, and Qualia glided across the ice with the stone and carefully slid it into the care of her two sweepers, Sirussi and Mintbite. The duo's brushes moved frenetically.
Perception waited at the house watching the stone's course, in case an extra brush should be needed. Qualia appreciated all three for their ability to keep cool heads, so long as no one sneezed without covering their nose around Mintbite.
The stone settled at the near side of house, and so the Stanzascale clan's curling team made their first move of the end.
It was between ends and a couple of ghost-hunters were seeing to a
sneaky ghost which had floated up through the ice into the house.
Having brought home a silver medal the last time the Stanzascale clan competed, it came as no surprise to see Qualia curling once again. However, the team were trailing at one end to their opponents' three. The team looked to Qualia and the Skydancer smiled. Life had taught her to fight tooth and claw against intimidating odds.
It wasn't over yet.
"Steeper odds have been overturned." The Skydancer told them.
Perception nodded and chimed in. "Wobbles happen to everyone. We all know how hard we've been practicing and I believe we can make everyone proud!"
'Night-guard' was an inaccurate title for Perception's role in the clan. While his baku did guard the clan against particularly nasty nightmares, Perception mainly walked the halls with a lantern and a willing ear to anyone in need.
Sirussi was at home on the ice and was unperturbed. Compared with the fashion show the month before, this event was far more dignified and comfortable. The Pearlcatcher was confident they would put on a good performance, and to an extent was that not the appeal of the games?
Mintbite was watching the ghost-hunters, and nodded in approval as they gave the ice a brushing to clean up any ectoplasm. The stuff risked affecting the game, and the Mirror was revolted at the idea of having to touch ectoplasm. It was like ghost-sweat or worse.
Mintbite's usual tasks revolved around hygiene, so brushing did not feel wholly unfamiliar to him when he joined Qualia's curling team.
The new end began, and Qualia glided across the ice with the stone and carefully slid it into the care of her two sweepers, Sirussi and Mintbite. The duo's brushes moved frenetically.
Perception waited at the house watching the stone's course, in case an extra brush should be needed. Qualia appreciated all three for their ability to keep cool heads, so long as no one sneezed without covering their nose around Mintbite.
The stone settled at the near side of house, and so the Stanzascale clan's curling team made their first move of the end.
[center][b][u]Day 6[/u][/b]: Speed Skating[/center]
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As probably the smallest member of Mordread's Clan, Kala was often able to get into places he wasn't supposed to; being [b]sneaky[/b] was kind of in this nature. In this instance, being sneaky actually ended up not angering his other clanmates (To his chagrin as he was always looking to get a rise out of somedragon)
As soon as it came to light he snuck into WindSong's bags for an adventure, he was signed up for the sport he might actually be good at: Speed Skating!
They just had to find some skates small enough for his little speedy body first...
Day 6: Speed Skating
As probably the smallest member of Mordread's Clan, Kala was often able to get into places he wasn't supposed to; being
sneaky was kind of in this nature. In this instance, being sneaky actually ended up not angering his other clanmates (To his chagrin as he was always looking to get a rise out of somedragon)
As soon as it came to light he snuck into WindSong's bags for an adventure, he was signed up for the sport he might actually be good at: Speed Skating!
They just had to find some skates small enough for his little speedy body first...
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[size=5]Day 6:
Friday - Alpine Skiing (Slalom)[/size][/center]
A [b]sneaky[/b]-looking fellow stands atop the slalom track, utterly still and quiet, eyes facing forward and gazing down with intense focus. Farstrider may be a master of stealth rather than skiing, but his agility should nonetheless be a great help in passing through the gates at high speed without crashing into them. The start signal is sounded, and he he launches himself down the hill in an instant!
Day 6:
Friday - Alpine Skiing (Slalom)
A
sneaky-looking fellow stands atop the slalom track, utterly still and quiet, eyes facing forward and gazing down with intense focus. Farstrider may be a master of stealth rather than skiing, but his agility should nonetheless be a great help in passing through the gates at high speed without crashing into them. The start signal is sounded, and he he launches himself down the hill in an instant!
[center][b]Third Event: Figure Skating[/b]
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[i]Glisten[/i]
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[i]Music: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sy2o_U2I9Xk]You Only Live Once[/url][/i]
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Over the past year Glisten had given his participation in the Winter Games a lot of thought, and he'd come to the decision that this would probably be his last year competing in figure skating. He'd continue to skate for fun—he loved it too much to give it up—but he felt like he'd achieved all he wanted to within the setting of the Winter Games. He'd even medaled two years prior, something he'd never expected.
Even so, he wanted to do one last routine at the annual competition as a way of celebrating how far he'd come since his first unsteady steps on the ice. The Games had led him to discover something he loved, and this was his way of showing his gratitude.
He'd picked a slightly faster, more upbeat song for this occasion than his usual choices, but it perfectly encompassed the feelings he wanted to convey. He'd incorporated bits of all his previous routines into this one, creating a story of his progress through the years. He couldn't think of a better way to give back to the event that had given him so many precious memories.
Over the past year Glisten had given his participation in the Winter Games a lot of thought, and he'd come to the decision that this would probably be his last year competing in figure skating. He'd continue to skate for fun—he loved it too much to give it up—but he felt like he'd achieved all he wanted to within the setting of the Winter Games. He'd even medaled two years prior, something he'd never expected.
Even so, he wanted to do one last routine at the annual competition as a way of celebrating how far he'd come since his first unsteady steps on the ice. The Games had led him to discover something he loved, and this was his way of showing his gratitude.
He'd picked a slightly faster, more upbeat song for this occasion than his usual choices, but it perfectly encompassed the feelings he wanted to convey. He'd incorporated bits of all his previous routines into this one, creating a story of his progress through the years. He couldn't think of a better way to give back to the event that had given him so many precious memories.
colorful chaos
[center][b]Speed Skating[/b]
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Disco strides confidently to the starting line of the skating oval. She checks over the competition--there are some world class athletes here, but she feels that she has her own place among them. She has practiced; she had a good night's sleep; a healthy breakfast that day. She takes the guards off of her skates, and lines up with the other competitors, starting off in the typical ridgeback crouch. The starting whistle blows, and she is off!
Speed Skating
Disco strides confidently to the starting line of the skating oval. She checks over the competition--there are some world class athletes here, but she feels that she has her own place among them. She has practiced; she had a good night's sleep; a healthy breakfast that day. She takes the guards off of her skates, and lines up with the other competitors, starting off in the typical ridgeback crouch. The starting whistle blows, and she is off!
[b]Alpine Skiing - Slalom[/b]
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'Okay okay okay okay okayyyy,' Jormungandr muttered to himself as he checked over his ski gear yet again.
'C'mon, you're not nervous,' [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/751326]Nathra[/url] cajoled him. She shoulder-checked him hard. 'You've done this before!'
'Not for a while!' he protested. He passed the ski poles into one hand then the other so he could shake his arms out one at a time and try to stop the tremors running through his muscles. He felt jittery and
'Yeah, but wasn't it fun?' she reminded him. She was right. Last time he'd tried this event at the Winter Games, several years ago, it had been exhilarating. She smoothed down the numbered vest he had pulled on over his suit and then squeezed his shoulders. 'You got this, Jorm.'
'Yeah. Yeah, I do!' he said, gaining confidence as he spoke.
'That's the [b]spirit[/b]! Now get down that hill!' she cheered and shoved him towards the starting line, where an official was beckoning him forwards into position.
Jormungandr huffed in a few more deep breaths as he skiied over, and perched at the top of the slalom course. It would be over in mere moments. Better make the most of it. He glanced back at Nathra, who flashed him two thumbs up and a massive grin, then tipped himself over the edge with a whoop.
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Getting some past Words of the Day in where I can, even though I'm late with them. Just for fun! :)
Alpine Skiing - Slalom
'Okay okay okay okay okayyyy,' Jormungandr muttered to himself as he checked over his ski gear yet again.
'C'mon, you're not nervous,'
Nathra cajoled him. She shoulder-checked him hard. 'You've done this before!'
'Not for a while!' he protested. He passed the ski poles into one hand then the other so he could shake his arms out one at a time and try to stop the tremors running through his muscles. He felt jittery and
'Yeah, but wasn't it fun?' she reminded him. She was right. Last time he'd tried this event at the Winter Games, several years ago, it had been exhilarating. She smoothed down the numbered vest he had pulled on over his suit and then squeezed his shoulders. 'You got this, Jorm.'
'Yeah. Yeah, I do!' he said, gaining confidence as he spoke.
'That's the
spirit! Now get down that hill!' she cheered and shoved him towards the starting line, where an official was beckoning him forwards into position.
Jormungandr huffed in a few more deep breaths as he skiied over, and perched at the top of the slalom course. It would be over in mere moments. Better make the most of it. He glanced back at Nathra, who flashed him two thumbs up and a massive grin, then tipped himself over the edge with a whoop.
Getting some past Words of the Day in where I can, even though I'm late with them. Just for fun! :)
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[color=#135cad][b]Friday - Day 6 - Luge (Sledding)[/b]
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[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/83398732]Hasil[/url] can't help but be impressed with the games so far. He was talking with the drake meant to take the Luge course today for the Spire, eagerly taking in what advice he could get. Sure, their turn was coming up soon, but that didn't mean the Undertide couldn't watch from the sidelines. Everyone was so good at this!
He turns his head to watch another sledder go down the slope, almost flying off the course on one of the banking turns. He'd had a little practice before today, but he knew the guards were on edge with the disappearing drakes. He steals a glance over his wing, checking to see if he can spot his own backup. He may not be one of the old folks, but too many competitors had vanished for it to not cross his mind. He can't help but smile when he sees her sitting at a table nearby, sharing a cup of cocoa with [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62494123]Cass.[/url] Sure, they both look nervous about what's been happening, but he can tell [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/63713187]Ariel's[/url] trying to put up a brave front for it.
He hears the crowd cheering at the slope, causing him to look away as [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3202352/17#post_53321228]a rather large Gaoler shoots down the slope, flower petals trailing behind him all the way down[/url]. Hasil wonders if he can top a show like that, or if speed is truly better for this competition. He knows they'll have to clean the petals a bit before he can watch his own tutor take to the track. He can hear an attendant calling out his number now, actually! Hasil turns back, wondering if he needs to buy the pair more time to finish their cocoa, only to freeze.
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3203923/10#post_53329328]Where the two had been is just an empty table, their gear scattered about their seats.[/url] He can still see steam coming from the cocoa mugs, curling about as if it were taunting him for turning away. He can even see a few stray feathers from their allegiance apparel as they slowly drift to the ground, as if the wings they were attached to had just vanished. The attendant calls out Cass' number again, looking around for the massive Imperial. Surely a dragon this big couldn't just up and vanish without [i]someone[/i] seeing him go! And yet no one seemed to be the wiser.
Hasil slithers up to the table, using his wings to try and feel around the area, his six eyes looking for some clue as to where they could've gone. No footprints headed away from the drinks. No wing prints to signify a sudden takeoff or a drake-napping. Whoever, or whatever, had done this had been [b]sneaky[/b] about it, clearly thinking this through. The idea of a ghost spiriting them away flits through his mind, but he quickly shakes it off. The Blue Specter of the Spire was just a story older drakes told first years to scare them out of [b]sneaking[/b] about and snitching on them. There weren't any ghosts in the Divided Spire! No way!
And yet, as the Undertide goes over to tell the attendant about how he'd be standing in for Cass due to his [i]very[/i] sudden absence, that's the only explanation that comes to his mind. A ghost had come and stolen his mentor, his backup, and left him to the slopes alone. He doesn't know if he'll be next, but he figures it's best to get the luge run over with now. That way, if he does disappear, at least he'll have already competed for the event. No scales off his back that way.
He just hopes he can tell the Ophanim about it soon.
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Second to last day, and the ghosts strike again! This time, in their attempts to lure out their ghost boss, they managed to accidentally make a few of the competitors specters as well! Poor Hasil lost his tutor and his own backup (something the others started pulling together when they realized how fast dragons were vanishing). Will they be able to get someone to replace the missing speed skater that seemed to cease to be the day before? Last day will have the answers! This entry features a cameo from @shiro3tora and their lovely Gaoler [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/76662962]Acrux[/url] as he takes to the slopes (and unknowingly serves as the perfect distraction for my two to vanish like morning dew in the sun).
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Friday - Day 6 - Luge (Sledding)
Hasil can't help but be impressed with the games so far. He was talking with the drake meant to take the Luge course today for the Spire, eagerly taking in what advice he could get. Sure, their turn was coming up soon, but that didn't mean the Undertide couldn't watch from the sidelines. Everyone was so good at this!
He turns his head to watch another sledder go down the slope, almost flying off the course on one of the banking turns. He'd had a little practice before today, but he knew the guards were on edge with the disappearing drakes. He steals a glance over his wing, checking to see if he can spot his own backup. He may not be one of the old folks, but too many competitors had vanished for it to not cross his mind. He can't help but smile when he sees her sitting at a table nearby, sharing a cup of cocoa with Cass. Sure, they both look nervous about what's been happening, but he can tell Ariel's trying to put up a brave front for it.
He hears the crowd cheering at the slope, causing him to look away as a rather large Gaoler shoots down the slope, flower petals trailing behind him all the way down. Hasil wonders if he can top a show like that, or if speed is truly better for this competition. He knows they'll have to clean the petals a bit before he can watch his own tutor take to the track. He can hear an attendant calling out his number now, actually! Hasil turns back, wondering if he needs to buy the pair more time to finish their cocoa, only to freeze.
Where the two had been is just an empty table, their gear scattered about their seats. He can still see steam coming from the cocoa mugs, curling about as if it were taunting him for turning away. He can even see a few stray feathers from their allegiance apparel as they slowly drift to the ground, as if the wings they were attached to had just vanished. The attendant calls out Cass' number again, looking around for the massive Imperial. Surely a dragon this big couldn't just up and vanish without someone seeing him go! And yet no one seemed to be the wiser.
Hasil slithers up to the table, using his wings to try and feel around the area, his six eyes looking for some clue as to where they could've gone. No footprints headed away from the drinks. No wing prints to signify a sudden takeoff or a drake-napping. Whoever, or whatever, had done this had been sneaky about it, clearly thinking this through. The idea of a ghost spiriting them away flits through his mind, but he quickly shakes it off. The Blue Specter of the Spire was just a story older drakes told first years to scare them out of sneaking about and snitching on them. There weren't any ghosts in the Divided Spire! No way!
And yet, as the Undertide goes over to tell the attendant about how he'd be standing in for Cass due to his very sudden absence, that's the only explanation that comes to his mind. A ghost had come and stolen his mentor, his backup, and left him to the slopes alone. He doesn't know if he'll be next, but he figures it's best to get the luge run over with now. That way, if he does disappear, at least he'll have already competed for the event. No scales off his back that way.
He just hopes he can tell the Ophanim about it soon.
Second to last day, and the ghosts strike again! This time, in their attempts to lure out their ghost boss, they managed to accidentally make a few of the competitors specters as well! Poor Hasil lost his tutor and his own backup (something the others started pulling together when they realized how fast dragons were vanishing). Will they be able to get someone to replace the missing speed skater that seemed to cease to be the day before? Last day will have the answers! This entry features a cameo from @shiro3tora and their lovely Gaoler Acrux as he takes to the slopes (and unknowingly serves as the perfect distraction for my two to vanish like morning dew in the sun).
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[b]Curling[/b]
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'Look, mate,' [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/16097833]Sparrow[/url] said, slapping Norrington on the shoulder and jostling him. 'I know you know this ice brush game --'
'No, you cannot be the skip,' Norrington sighed for what felt like the hundredth time.
'But I'm the Captain!' Sparrow protested.
'Of the ship,' Norrington said through gritted teeth. He shrugged the claws off his shoulder. 'You have only the barest grasp of how to play, let alone how to lead our team to victory. So: I will be the skip, and you,' he said, and guided his Captain over to the [b]ice[/b], 'Are going to brush like your life depends on it.'
He thrust a broom into Sparrow's hand, glared at the two crew members Sparrow had selected for their team (on the basis that they were the best at swabbing the deck), and selected a stone.
'Now,' he said as he stood at the end of the curling lane marked out in front of him. 'We have a limited amount of practice time. So, you useless excuses for pirates had better listen very carefully. [i]Savvy[/i]?'
Sparrow winked at him as he readied himself. 'Right you are, mate.'
'Right,' Norrington snapped and pushed off to send the stone sliding towards the target. He'd make half-decent curlers of this batch of lugs yet.
Curling
'Look, mate,'
Sparrow said, slapping Norrington on the shoulder and jostling him. 'I know you know this ice brush game --'
'No, you cannot be the skip,' Norrington sighed for what felt like the hundredth time.
'But I'm the Captain!' Sparrow protested.
'Of the ship,' Norrington said through gritted teeth. He shrugged the claws off his shoulder. 'You have only the barest grasp of how to play, let alone how to lead our team to victory. So: I will be the skip, and you,' he said, and guided his Captain over to the
ice, 'Are going to brush like your life depends on it.'
He thrust a broom into Sparrow's hand, glared at the two crew members Sparrow had selected for their team (on the basis that they were the best at swabbing the deck), and selected a stone.
'Now,' he said as he stood at the end of the curling lane marked out in front of him. 'We have a limited amount of practice time. So, you useless excuses for pirates had better listen very carefully.
Savvy?'
Sparrow winked at him as he readied himself. 'Right you are, mate.'
'Right,' Norrington snapped and pushed off to send the stone sliding towards the target. He'd make half-decent curlers of this batch of lugs yet.
[b]Ice Hockey[/b]
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Esja's thick claws tapped nervously on the shaft her hockey stick as she shifted from side to side in the goal. Her heart thundered in her chest as the rest of her pink-clad team rocketed back and forth across the rink, engaged in something almost like combat against their opponents, dressed in yellow. At the opposite end of the ice, Esja's counterpart -- an enormous Guardian behind the heavy padding of the goalkeeper's uniform -- crouched in position, waiting for the puck to come her way.
Then, disaster.
A lucky tackle from the opposite side, and the puck shot towards a yellow-clad skater. The opposite side had the advantage, and now they were on the attack!
Esja hunkered lower, spreading her body and limbs as wide as possible to take up as much of the goal as she could. Her eyes were fixed on the puck as it was passed back and forth. It richoched from player to player, getting tangled in the sticks as the Arcane team tried to take back control. A speedy Wildclaw in the Light clan's yellow uniform slapped the puck between two Arcane-aligned dragons in pink who were thundering towards her, and in a [b]sneaky[/b] move she managed to spin between them and start dribbling the puck directly towards Esja once more.
Despite the competitive element, Esja was impressed. This Wildclaw was good.
But Esja was, too. She might not have the speed, the grace, the skill with a hockey stick -- but she could be a wall in the goal, and she was not going to let that puck through. Just let the Walkclaw try.
Their eyes met. With a smack and a grunt of effort, the Wildclaw sent the puck hurtling towards Esja.
She dived -- and the puck bounced hard off the chestpiece of her padded uniform, and skipped away from the goal!
The crowd at the Arcane end of the rink erupted into cheers.
Ice Hockey
Esja's thick claws tapped nervously on the shaft her hockey stick as she shifted from side to side in the goal. Her heart thundered in her chest as the rest of her pink-clad team rocketed back and forth across the rink, engaged in something almost like combat against their opponents, dressed in yellow. At the opposite end of the ice, Esja's counterpart -- an enormous Guardian behind the heavy padding of the goalkeeper's uniform -- crouched in position, waiting for the puck to come her way.
Then, disaster.
A lucky tackle from the opposite side, and the puck shot towards a yellow-clad skater. The opposite side had the advantage, and now they were on the attack!
Esja hunkered lower, spreading her body and limbs as wide as possible to take up as much of the goal as she could. Her eyes were fixed on the puck as it was passed back and forth. It richoched from player to player, getting tangled in the sticks as the Arcane team tried to take back control. A speedy Wildclaw in the Light clan's yellow uniform slapped the puck between two Arcane-aligned dragons in pink who were thundering towards her, and in a
sneaky move she managed to spin between them and start dribbling the puck directly towards Esja once more.
Despite the competitive element, Esja was impressed. This Wildclaw was good.
But Esja was, too. She might not have the speed, the grace, the skill with a hockey stick -- but she could be a wall in the goal, and she was not going to let that puck through. Just let the Walkclaw try.
Their eyes met. With a smack and a grunt of effort, the Wildclaw sent the puck hurtling towards Esja.
She dived -- and the puck bounced hard off the chestpiece of her padded uniform, and skipped away from the goal!
The crowd at the Arcane end of the rink erupted into cheers.
[center][size=4][b]Cross-Country Skiing[/b][/size]
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Everest fiddled with his skis. This was his first time competing and he was nervous about how well he would do. His mate, Sierra, had practiced with him as well to help him prepare, and a smile appeared on his face as soon as he thought of her. She was probably waiting at the finish line at this moment, waiting to scream and cheer like crazy when he crossed, no matter what place he got. That reassured him. He wasn't really doing this to win; he just wanted to have fun.
When it was time to start, Everest pushed off of the ground and started zipping down the hill. He weaved past trees and rocks, hoping that he was turning fast enough. [i]Just focus[/i], he thought, narrowing his eyes. He was an ice dragon, so the snow and cold didn't bother him, but he wasn't used to all of the snow and debris being kicked up into his face by the other competitors. He supposed that was why they wore goggles.
As Everest neared the end of the race, he inhaled sharply. He whizzed over the finish line and as soon as he saw Sierra, a grin broke out across his face. She was waving her arms and clapping like a maniac, like he had expected. Everest walked over to give her a tight hug. His veins were still filled with adrenaline and it felt both fulfilling and anti-climactic to finish what he had been training for for the past year. "At least you make it easy to find you," he remarked to her jokingly. Sierra rolled her eyes in fake exasperation. "I'm just proud of you! I'd hate for all my hard work training you to be for nothing." The wide smile on her face seemed to tell a different story and Everest just responded with a laugh.
Cross-Country Skiing
Everest fiddled with his skis. This was his first time competing and he was nervous about how well he would do. His mate, Sierra, had practiced with him as well to help him prepare, and a smile appeared on his face as soon as he thought of her. She was probably waiting at the finish line at this moment, waiting to scream and cheer like crazy when he crossed, no matter what place he got. That reassured him. He wasn't really doing this to win; he just wanted to have fun.
When it was time to start, Everest pushed off of the ground and started zipping down the hill. He weaved past trees and rocks, hoping that he was turning fast enough.
Just focus, he thought, narrowing his eyes. He was an ice dragon, so the snow and cold didn't bother him, but he wasn't used to all of the snow and debris being kicked up into his face by the other competitors. He supposed that was why they wore goggles.
As Everest neared the end of the race, he inhaled sharply. He whizzed over the finish line and as soon as he saw Sierra, a grin broke out across his face. She was waving her arms and clapping like a maniac, like he had expected. Everest walked over to give her a tight hug. His veins were still filled with adrenaline and it felt both fulfilling and anti-climactic to finish what he had been training for for the past year. "At least you make it easy to find you," he remarked to her jokingly. Sierra rolled her eyes in fake exasperation. "I'm just proud of you! I'd hate for all my hard work training you to be for nothing." The wide smile on her face seemed to tell a different story and Everest just responded with a laugh.
