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Within Limits [ 22.07.2590, 1pm ] || Event
« on: July 06, 2017, 06:04:36 AM »
Pythia ate alone. Other days, she might've found X'rine if she were in the Weyr, or Sevastjan -- though he had a tendency to find her, which she actually thought was sweet and flattering but pretended to think it was kind of annoying -- but today was an important day for solitude. She was nervous, shaky and felt as if the world was swallowing her whole. It was possible no one hated being proddy quite like she did, and while the first time she'd met Sevas she had been proddy, she'd also felt quite pathetic.

Kind of like how she felt then, especially as the morning came with no sign of Miravith doing anything like rising. Even though she was glowing. Even though it was the right day. It was as if Miravith were trying to prank her, but she did her best to focus on her work, revising a map and helping out in the kitchens a little.

She had to be at the Weyr, but she wasn't going to allow for any wasted time. She forced herself to eat. And just as she was setting to go back to her work, that's when it happened.

Hurry, Pythia, Miravith hummed, I don't want to strand you down here. You got so angry last time.

Amazing, that the green had remembered -- though it was likely she hadn't remembered at all, but that the thought had risen in Pythia's mind and Miravith reacted accordingly. That was fine with her. Not being left in the bowl was fine with her, and she was quick to scramble up onto her dragon's neck, and her dragon was possibly even quicker to dump her on her ledge and take off into the skies.

Her call to her suitors was wordless, but mentally sparkling sun-on-sea, the sounds of waves crashing against rocks. Even if it was raining outside, mental sunshine couldn't hurt anyone.

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« Last Edit: July 06, 2017, 06:09:21 AM by Pythia »

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Re: Within Limits [ 22.07.2590, 1pm ] || Event
« Reply #1 on: July 06, 2017, 05:01:16 PM »
Lunch was just wrapping up, Jungle riders beginning to rise from their table, when Dekkath spoke.

Miravith is rising
//Who?//
Her rider is in Mountain.
//Then why isn’t she IN the mountains//
Stop being cranky. The island has a mountain.
//No, the island has a volcano.// An inactive one but a volcano nonetheless.
If you are not out in this Weyr bowl soon, you will be climbing the volcano to Miravith’s rider’s weyr.
 
R’sin scowled. He could see from the cloudy, inward look in some of his rider’s eyes that Dekkath was not the only male dragon wanting to chase the green in the skies. Great. That meant the afternoon hunting would be delayed. Which meant their total numbers for game today would probably suffer from the late start. Which meant he’d have to explain those numbers in his reports to S’bok. Which meant he would be in a foul mood for the rest of the day regardless of the outcome of this flight.
 
Still, the Jungle Wingleader would not begrudge his dragon for his needs and desires and honestly, he was the only one in the Wing who didn’t have an immediate duty after lunch. So he made his way to the bowl and Dekkath deposited him at Pythia’s weyr. “Oh, look, it’s raining too.” R’sin said darkly. Dekkath ignored him. The bronze took to the sky in a hurry, eager to be the first one after the spry green.
 
Indeed, the late start and the rain would make for difficult hunting as their normal prey hunkered down in shelter away from the rain. The Weyr would not be happy with an increase in fish and mushrooms.
 
Food for the Weyr was the farthest thing from Dekkath’s mind as he gained altitude. At least it was not a monsoon like the flight two days before.
 
You are beacon of light in the dark, stormy sky. The bronze crooned as he raced after Miravith.

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Re: Within Limits [ 22.07.2590, 1pm ] || Event
« Reply #2 on: July 06, 2017, 05:27:04 PM »
Y’vis was often quiet during the lunch time spent with his Wing. The constant noise of the Weyr Hall could be overwhelming but he enjoyed focusing on the conversations of his Wingmates. They were all loyal and able riders who knew their place in the Weyr. And though he did not talk much, he was happy to be with his Wing. Some of the younger riders amused him and these days as he and R’sin and the other generation of riders seemed to get older and older, the others seemed to get younger and younger.
 
One day there would be riders in Jungle who’d known no other world besides this island. They would know nothing of Pern as it was except for stories and songs. A sense of somber nostalgia settled over him as he sipped his tea.
 
A green rises. As usual, there was a bored tone to his dragon’s mindvoice as if he was merely pointing out the event and wondering it he should even bother with a dragon that was not a gold.
 
Y’vis considered it as well, after all, there was hunting to be done. But others in the Wing stood to head to the Weyrbowl, R’sin included, and Y’vis felt the need for reinforcement of something traditional. When a green rose, bronzes, and browns, and blues gave chase. That was the way of the Weyr.
 
And so Y’vis limped his way to the Weyrbowl, flipping up the collar of his riding jacket against the rain. Xnyeth brought him to Pythia’s weyr, just behind Dekkath and then the bronze took off into the sky after Miravith.
 
Xnyeth was not as big and bulky as some of the other bronzes, Dekkath included and he soon out maneuvered his Wingleader’s dragon to get ahead. Xnyeth had often used his speed and whip-thin frame to his advantage in the sky, surprisingly people and dragons alike with his maneuverability.

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Re: Within Limits [ 22.07.2590, 1pm ] || Event
« Reply #3 on: July 06, 2017, 09:15:03 PM »
Nerenith usually enjoyed spending lunch times sunning himself before heading back to drills. But today it was raining, and Nerenith was in a thoroughly bad mood for it. And there was nothing worse than Nerenith in a bad mood. Well, not for T’stann, who was trying to eat his lunch and joke around with his Wing but was consistently interrupted by his Bronze’s whining.

At least fishing is interesting.
Drills can be interesting, but even if they aren’t, that’s not an excuse not to be our best.
Why do we have to do drills when we do them right the first time, that would be us ‘being our best.’
Because we’re setting a good example, and so the others can copy and admire us.
They can’t admire us properly in this drizzle.
If you can’t be impressive rain, hail or shine, then what kind of Bronze are you?
A cold and bored one who prefers the sun… ahhhh.

The abrupt change in tone and emotion was not what T’stann was expecting the next part of their argument to entail. He was starting to be more interesting in the debate with his bonded, knowing ‘how best to win admiration’ was always a lively topic between them, but this was as if Nerenith had gotten distracted by something else and forgot they were mid-argument. Which, to be honest, annoyed his rider considerably.

What? T’stann’s tone was sharper than he wanted, but couldn’t really help when using telepathy, which always responded more to emotion than actually talking.

Miravith flies. This will be a nice challenge, even if she had to pick such underwhelming weather.

Still annoyed, but a little more understanding of the distraction as the first wave of lust rushed over him, T’stann snorted as he grabbed a hunk of bread and made to move towards the Weyrbowl. Ah yeah, I wasn’t paying attention to what today was, should have known. You’ll have to be extra impressive, given you aren’t really her type. I hope the rain doesn’t hinder you. The teasing helped ease a little of his bruised ego, the flightlust erasing the rest.

I should leave you down there to suffer alone, the Bronze said even as he circled down to the ground right at the front of the entrance. Leaving only enough time for T’stann to grab hold before he sped off towards the Mountain pair’s weyr, neither could really help sharing the excitement of a flight.

As T’stann jumped off to the stone floor, he couldn’t help one last tease of his dragon, if you win, drills will be delayed, before he moved away from the ledge and further into the infrequently used weyr. He nodded to the Greenrider as he arrived, “Pythia, long time no see,” a short and simple greeting given he had very little to do with the younger, less social woman.

He shot both Y’vis and R’sin a wicked grin, unable to resist a goodnatured poke at Jungle Wing’s delay when his own Beach Wing had already done their fishing chores, “I assume fish will be on the menu tonight then, Wingleader?”

Nerenith was less happy with the competition who’d already arrived, both dragons were bigger than he, but Xnyeth was faster, and Nerenith had always enjoyed his versatility as a Bronze. However, neither of them were as impressive in colouration, and with such a picky prize, he considered it a definite advantage.

You’re better suited to the calm and warmth above the clouds, shall I take you there?
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Re: Within Limits [ 22.07.2590, 1pm ] || Event
« Reply #4 on: July 07, 2017, 10:49:03 AM »
Bl’yx felt Zuraneth’s interest a breath before the Blue said anything at all, getting the pleasant but odd sense of sun-swept waves as the projection from the Green bled through their bond as well. There’s a Mountain Green rising now.

//And you’re interested? It’s the middle of the day.// Nevertheless, he didn’t bother to rebutton his riding jacket as he rose from the long bench where most of Prairie sat for lunch. Zuraenth’s attention was clearly already caught, the deep and warm sensation of his voice as enveloping as the humidity and hot rain pouring from the sky. At this mark, they should be getting back to work with the rest of their Wing. But with a Green now starting her Flight, Bl’yx knew that he would be far from the only person shirking those duties for a little while longer. Even some of Jungle’s riders were making their way toward the Weyr Bowl with a hurriedness that spoke of something other than the afternoon hunt.

In response, the starry-winged Blue sent another image, this one the picture of Miravith against the sky. She’s gorgeous, he explained, and she was. Dark and glossy with highlights of a much lighter hue, her hide looked like malachite. Bl’yx had to force back the twitch of a smile, knowing that his dragon was using the appropriateness of that comparison against him. A pretty stone, the knowledge of its polished appearance tugging at an apprenticeship he’d long ago left. Now hurry up. I can’t chase her until you’re in her weyr.

It was slightly cooler inside the Weyr Hall than out, and certainly drier. But the rain didn’t daunt Bl’yx, no matter how it slicked his dark hair down against his head or made his riding leathers and Zuraneth’s straps slippery. Neither did it his dragon, despite the sheets of it that spilled off his wingsails as he launched himself toward the top of the Bowl—and, once Bl’yx had dismounted, the clouds. After all, they had flown in rains worse than this.

Stepping into the shadowy shelter of Pythia’s weyr as others arrived, Bl’yx raked his wet hair away from his eyes. He didn’t know her, beyond her name and the fact that she was in Mountain, but that didn’t really matter, and might be for the better. There’d be no potential for misplaced sentimentality that way, if she was even the type at all. Which Bl’yx wasn’t sure she was.

Zuraneth wound his way sinuously among the bigger dragons—larger Blues, the Browns, the Bronzes. He’d always been quick and agile, if not given to endurance with the narrowness of his wingsails. Were this to be a long Flight, as it might be since she was in Mountain, he would be at a disadvantage. But if he could catch her fast, outmaneuver his bigger opponents… he could have a chance.

Maybe we could escape the rain, if we fly far and fast enough. I’m sure you’d shine even more brilliantly in the sun.

Spoiler for OOC:
I know realistically Pern doesn’t necessarily have the same gems as Earth, but given that malachite is copper-based, I don’t see a reason it wouldn’t.
« Last Edit: July 07, 2017, 11:46:12 AM by SirAlahn »

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Re: Within Limits [ 22.07.2590, 1pm ] || Event
« Reply #5 on: July 09, 2017, 05:06:00 PM »
Tocath was antsy, constantly readjusting himself in the sand wallow he had created over the time of their expedition. X'rine knew why, but wasn't going to rush the final clean up they had to do here in order to make it back, for something they may have already missed.

Hey Tocath, guess what?

We're done?

We're done.

The brown stood and stamped his feet impatiently as X'rine took off at a short jog towards him, looking up to spot Trouvaille winging overhead, just a small speck in the sky, but one of few signs of life around here.

We may have already missed it, you know?

I know.

It did calm the brown somewhat, but X'rine could none the less feel the excitement still within him. It wasn't like Tocath got to chase very often, but Miravith was nothing if not consistent, and he knew that their mission ending would most likely align in his favour this time. Besides, X'rine and Tocath enjoyed the company of the other mountain rider pair, it was nice to be able to make the effort for a friend.

When they popped from between, and the dust they had accumulated from the dry and sunny landscape was washed away immediately by the rain, and Tocath couldn't feel Miravith's call... yet. Perhaps they had missed it.

Dropping X'rine at B'lye's Weyr first, he waited for X'rine to conclude her debrief with the Wingsecond, his large brown head poking out of the ledge in hope of spotting Miravith if she took to the sky now.

We've been dismissed.

Before Tocath could respond his slight disappointment that he believed they had missed Miravith's flight, he watched her alight from ground to ledge, into the sky, and then felt her call. Wordlessly, he waited for X'rine to climb on, then followed Miravith's path, take off, dump rider on ledge, then skyward.

In echo of Miravith's silent call to her suitors, Tocath's response was just as silent, a wordless promise of warmth and pleasure in a dark and dreary sky.

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Re: Within Limits [ 22.07.2590, 1pm ] || Event
« Reply #6 on: July 11, 2017, 01:06:26 AM »
Stop.

The bronzes voice echoed through Y'tol's mind and he pulled back from the woman's ear which he had been whispering into. What could possibly be more important than this very willing woman?

A rising Mountain Green. Bayorth hissed at his rider, his patience very quickly evaporating, as it always seemed to do. Hurry up!

Kissing the woman on the neck and whispering a "find me later" to her, he cast her a final longing glance before taking off to the exit of the Weyrhall to the Weyrbowl at a run. I'm coming you big lug.

Bayorth barely left Y'tol enough time to scramble onto his back, but the rider was used to it by now. His bronze had never had much patience when it came to flights. And before either had time to complain about the other, they were separating again, Y'tol dropping off onto Pythia's Weyr ledge and Bayorth pushing off roughly to follow Miravith into the sky.

The sky cries, as it know it will never match your beauty.

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Re: Within Limits [ 22.07.2590, 1pm ] || Event
« Reply #7 on: July 15, 2017, 08:15:18 PM »
“Rightio then goobers. Vicky wants to go and say g'day to an ol' mate of ours so you're on your own for the next hour.” Wa'by clapped his hands together as he addressed the weyrlings in front of him. The rain made for a good opportunity to further their skills in landmark recognition, and he had been quite looking forward to setting Kalestath's ’89 class the somewhat arderous task of finding the landmark they had described at length the sevenday before and give an equally lengthy explanation on how exactly that object had changed with the persistant rainfall that day.

Unfortunately, Vicith, had decided that no longer being a part of Mountain Wing gave him more reason than ever to chase Miravith when she called for willing suitors to chase, and with his competitors already taking to the air, the blue was not the happiest of dragons standing out in the weyrbowl waiting for Wa'by to finish in the barracks.

Wa'by had an obligation to those under his direct supervision, however, and while the irritation was palpable, he needed to give them their instructions at the very least. If he remembered correctly Miravith was not a force catch, so it was bound to be a shorter flight than others, so the hour timeline was probably more than enough time. Still. What he had in mind should take over an hour…

“Now just ‘cause we're off woop woop, don't  mean you lot get to bludge. Pair off. Then each of you find one of them markers from last week, figure out how it's changed and describe it to your buddy. Then, go find their marker based on what's what.” He waited only so long as to confirm that he was understood before climbing onto Vicith's back and having him drop him off in Pythia's weyr.

They'd lost a lot of time compared to others, but at least Wa'by didn't feel as though he was neglecting his students. In any case, Vicith left him on the ledge to join the others in their chase, enjoying the rain as much as some of the others didn't. Hhe did not waste time on words in that moment, instead focussing his attention on trying to close the considerable gap between himself and the other suitors. Once he was closer he could try and entice her towards him, but choice catch or no, there was always a chance one of the bronze or browns chasing could intersect if he tried to coax her to him so soon.

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Re: Within Limits [ 22.07.2590, 1pm ] || Event
« Reply #8 on: July 19, 2017, 07:28:49 AM »
The immense delight from Miravith at all the attention -- and from some of her favorite dragons, as it would turn out -- did a lot to balance out Pythia's general dislike for anyone inside her weyr who weren't on an extremely short list of people. Even if a couple-three members of that list were to turn up, the rest were something of an invasion. An invited invasion, though, so she was unable to complain.

"Still alive," she told T'stann with a crooked, off-kilter smile; it was one that broadened for Wa'by and X'rine, but overall remained constant, settled on her face in a permanent slightly demented fashion. Which was what proddiness did to her, really. She felt stupid.

You are, if you're not having fun! her lifemate's voice thrummed in her head, and then instantly blinked away again, focus entirely on the skies before her and all of the dragons in pursuit. Those who had kind things to say were treated with mental touches, little emotion bubble-bursts of delight and appreciation, but Miravith couldn't stop to chat. She was too busy being a speedy daredevil, planning and then executing the best ways to turn this way and that way and shoot up and then suddenly swan dive down and then turn around ... it was a miracle that her pursuers weren't dizzy and that none of the bronzes ended up nearly folded back upon themselves.

Her turns weren't that tight.

Pythia had her eyes pressed shut, because she knew this would make her dizzy if she didn't try harder to control it, and she moved to lean against a wall of the weyr, letting it hold her up and feeling the cool rock on the side of her face. Yes, she was cornered against that wall, but it was preventing her from falling over.

Miravith let out a happy bugle and burst higher into the skies again.

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Re: Within Limits [ 22.07.2590, 1pm ] || Event
« Reply #9 on: July 22, 2017, 11:28:45 PM »
Naturally acrobatic as he was, Zuraneth was perfectly eager to follow Miravith’s winding, unpredictable flight, spiraling after her and then cutting close, nearly rolling in the air to dive after her and tuck his wings—then shooting upward again when she did. All the while looking to show off for her, for an opening, for the faintest bit of interest. That mental brush of her touch had been tantalizing, and the Blue was eager to show her that he was a deft and committed pursuer even if he didn’t have the endurance of larger dragons, or ones in her Wing.

His narrow wings would be a disadvantage for a longer Flight, with a Green who wanted her suitors to give chase but not necessarily dazzle her with fancy maneuvers. But this kind of chase… that was just his thing. Each bit of energy he expended was calculated at breakneck speed, almost recklessly by appearance though he was measuring each twist and turn, dive and climb, to avoid wearing himself out too early.

That wouldn’t do at all. Not when he might have a chance of catching her.

Bl’yx, for his part, felt somewhat out of place with the others in her weyr. He didn’t know her, and unless he missed his guess, a number of those participating were from Mountain Wing as well. But so be it. A potentially awkward aftermath was a small price to pay for the high of a Flight.

Besides. Even if Zuraneth didn’t win, perhaps he could negotiate something a little closer to home. Even if it was a shame that P’run was now damnably off limits. Faytona wasn’t, though surely she’d be busy with her craft at this time of day…

You think too much. A thought which was punctuated by a dizzying dive once more, and had Bl’yx squeezing his eyes shut reflexively even though it didn’t change what he could see through their bond. Just stop worrying for once.

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Re: Within Limits [ 22.07.2590, 1pm ] || Event
« Reply #10 on: July 24, 2017, 04:22:55 AM »
Tocath bugled happily as he watched Miravith take off, she truly was something. He had no chance of being able to mirror exactly her fancy manoeuvre being a little too heavy set and thick of limb to ever match the kind of talent that she was showing.

But he did what he could, following her into dives and pulling up as quickly as possible to catch after her, the brown added in a couple of barrel rolls, just to make Miravith happier that he was trying to impress her, he simply knew his limits. If Tocath was going to have a chance of catching her, he couldn't lose distance by trying and failing to execute some of her turns.

Because of this, X'rine didn't have the same adverse reaction to her dragon's movements as others in the room were demonstrating. She felt a slight urge to approach Pythia, hold the other woman up to make sure the greenrider wasn't going to collapse and hurt herself on the stone floor, but she knew she couldn't.

Instead, she allowed herself to be pulled into Tocath's world, feel the wind streaming by her, beating and her wings, his wings, whosever wings they were

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Re: Within Limits [ 22.07.2590, 1pm ] || Event
« Reply #11 on: July 26, 2017, 11:00:40 PM »
He should have remembered just what sort of flights Miravith preferred... remembered and asked politely if Vicith wouldn't mind keeping out of it. But no. He'd been too occupied with the idea of chasing an ex wingmate and the opportunity to catch up once they'd... well. Caught up, to consider that it wasn't just rain that they needed to worry about.

Vicith. was. thrilled.

Once he'd closed the distance so that he was properly in the running to catch the green, he bugled his appreciation as she continued to show how agile she could be, snapping his wings to his body to follow one of her dives and halting his fall as quickly as possible, body angled so he shot of beneath her arc and twirling around so he upside down, wings beating to maintain the position as he looped back up to follow the greens ascent.

He may have been one of the larger blues in the weyr but that didn't mean he didn't possess at least some modicum of agility, and while he had to work a teeny bit harder than he would normally since the rain wasn't offering much support so far as his actual flight went, the excitement he felt at the prospect of catching her more than made up for the additional strain. He might just be a Weyrlingmaster Assistant (dragon), but he was worthy of Mountain wing. Could sustain a full shift fighting thread and keep pace with a fair few browns with only a teeny bit off fuss. There was little chance he would be out of the race so far as the mountain green went. He just had to show her he was good enough to catch her.

And with that thought, he propelled himself forward, climbing as high as he dared before angling his body backwards, wings cupping the wind to assist the motion - make it smoother as he arched, temporarily suspended before he was over the tipping point and plummeting down towards the ground, wings ever so slightly relaxed as he streamlined the dive, flicking his tail as he started to curve out and causing him to sway sharply to the side, a motion he turned into a rather pretty weave while his momentum slowed to a more manageable, swinging himself ever closer to the object of his chase.

Wa'by, meanwhile was doing his damnedest to try and ignore the roiling feeling in his gut. He wasn't a stranger to the acrobatics involved in flights by any means, but the stunts he was currently pulling were a fair bit showier than normal, and with their minds so close to one another, he was having a hard time figuring out which way was up and which was down. To be honest, since the (mostly) permanent move to the weyr itself, he'd found himself on the dizzier side of flights, the blue reveling in the opportunity to stretch his wings in a way he hadn't been able to since ceasing his duties as a mountain wingrider.

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Re: Within Limits [ 22.07.2590, 1pm ] || Event
« Reply #12 on: July 27, 2017, 07:34:39 PM »
Actually getting a reply in turn wasn’t what T’stann was expecting. When everyone was caught up in the flightlust and the dizzying twists and turns of a Greenflight, they often ignored his quips, much like the Jungle Wingleader had. So Pythia’s attention, even with the off-kilter smile, made him beam.

And it was with that contentment that he melded minds with Nerenith. He had an easier time of not getting dizzy over the whole thing, Nerenith’s tactics weren’t as upsetting to the stomach. But he wasn’t entirely unaffected. It may also help that Nerenith flew as much as possible, so T’stann about half his dragonrider life wrapped in some small amount of flightlust.

Miravith was quick and agile, which made this flight a little more complicated for the larger Bronze, but he persevered nevertheless. Rather than waste energy, or perhaps pull something, in trying to mimic each and every one of her movements, Nerenith simply followed her route. When she twisted and turned, he waited and then shot out to where she’d end up, when she dived, he followed, when she shot up, he used his greater strength to pull close and try and close the distance.

He wasn’t as flashy as the Blue’s who could follow her so closely, but surely his intelligence and his anticipation of her moves counted for something, right?
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Re: Within Limits [ 22.07.2590, 1pm ] || Event
« Reply #13 on: July 28, 2017, 03:51:10 AM »
Bayorth found the greens lack of vocalisation incredibly intriguing. It made him want to grab her, pull her from the sky and into him to see if he could coax a response from her, make her roar at the feel of a bronze worthy of catching her.

Annoyed at her more acrobatic flight, which he had no chance of following if he wanted to keep up with her. He growled at the show off blue, expressing his distaste for such an obvious display. Just because he could fling himself around in the air didn't mean he was worthy of her, didn't mean he deserved her.

The bronze's talents were in feats of strength, and so he did what he could, but refused to even attempt those moves that would make him look like an idiot when he inevitably failed. Barrel rolls, and steep dives, showing off his large wingspan as he snapped them outwards to arrest his descent when he saw Miravith change her motion.
                
Length 37.1m ~ Height 7.42m ~ Wingspan 61.5m

 

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