IC: So, How About Those Dragons?

[Ancient]

Charazael

Charazael steps outside to contemplate the leaving of her sister. We will all leave eventually, she thinks, it is our nature. Still, she didn't think it would happen so soon, or that she'd feel so lonely or abandoned by it. She has a fierce instinct to protect the brood.

Her reverie is disturbed by Fenrir's first flight, and subsequent first crash. She helps him out of the bushes as Eldest takes flight.

]Fenrir shakes his head to clear his vision and peaks out from under his wing, which is currently flopped over his body haphazardly. "Nature is a fickle mistress, indeed." he says.

"Falling is easy, getting back up again is hard. You are overthinking it," she advises," We are dragon, our flight does not make sense, it simply IS, it is not logic, it is not natural, it is supernatural, and it is our birthright.

"Wind one. Fenrir zero. Time for round two."

Fenrir's words are bold, but his flapping is uncoordinated. Charazael takes flight to encourage him and join Eldest.

"Come, you can do it."

Spoiler: Come on Fenrir!

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