Wings of Fire (signups/rp) NEW TYPES OF DRAGONS!

Set chuckled when he started talking about Falcon. "Well, I met my. . . mom," she offered hesitantly, shifting her shoulders so that he armor wasn't pressing against her scales. "What about your parents?" she asked.

Ash shifted slightly, opening his wings to the wind. "Falcon took my egg. She doesn't know about them." He was unusually brief. "But, what about your mom? Was she nice? Hey, did you know the Lightning is Spark's mother?! Falcon told me! Cool, yeah?" The dragonet seemed eager to steer the conversation away from him. "Oh, can I show you the arena? It's really cool!"

"Oh. . ." Set paused for a moment, trying to attempt to process what the other dragonet had just said. "Yeah. . . My mom's fine I guess. How'd you find out that about Lightning?" She asked. "And," she added with a hint of a smile. "I would love to see the arena."

Enchanted finished one of her three books and slammed it closed Ok, so if I start with the documentary first then go to the Flight from Scarlet I should be finish of the books by......... Somewhere near.... Something..... Enchanted sighed then looked outside of the hut. She then picked up the second book and started reading.

Crystals tail flicked and slapped a leaf causing it to quickly fly into the air then back down again. "When will we do something interesting.... I'm so bored. There is nothing to do. Nothing to look at. Nothing to make fun of. Nothing to admire. No parents... Oh man..... What if my mom is the queen and.... No what are the chances of that."

"Okay! Yeah, I overheard Falcon talking about it. Do you think Spark knows?" Ash slid gracefully off Set and opened his wings, hovering a moment before shooting off in the direction of the arena. "Falcon, I'm gonna show Set the arena!" The words were faintly called over his shoulder as the dragonet sped away.

Set paused to consider this for a moment before running to catch up to the other dragon. "Spark probably knows. I mean, why would Falcon tell you if Spark didn't know. Actually, maybe Spark doesn't know, but the Guardians don't really care about the information and don't think that it's worth hiding. Or alternatively Falcon trusts you with the information and thinks that you won't spill to Spark. Or maybe Falcon knows, or thinks, that you won't see Spark anytime soon." She turned back to Ash, who was starting to get ahead of her. "But those are all guesses. We might not know for sure. Also, do you know how the Guardians are communicating?"

Ash focused for a few glorious seconds on the feeling of the wind between his scales. "Sorry, what?" He'd only caught Set's last few sentences. "Uh, Lightning sent a messenger to Falcon. That's all I know. And Falcon didn't exactly tell me about Spark....I just overheard her muttering to herself. She does that a lot." Completing a loop in the air, the Skywing dragonet gestured downwards. Or Upwards. Towards the arena. "There it is. Cool, huh? Wanna get a closer look?" Ash sounded as eager as always, but someone who knew him well might've been able to detect a slight longing in his voice. Like all Skywings, Ash felt at home in the air. After being under a mountain all his life, the air was a welcome freedom. Already instinct had kicked in, and he was as skillful at flying as a dragonet who had spent their whole life learning, if not more so.

"Ummm. . ." Set paused briefly to look around the arena. So this was where the famous Skywing battles happened. This place looks like there's enough room for several fights at once. I wonder how they force the dragons to fight. It would probably be interesting to be in the fights. "Sure."

"Then watch closely, young one." Ash grinned, not caring that he was, technically, youngest of all the dragonts of destiny. Or oldest. Depends on how you view it. He hatched first, but hatched prematurely. White once said that at his size, he should've hatched last. Meh. But Set will want to see this! Folding in both wings, Ash plummeted towards the ground, weaving around in a complicated-looking, yet simple pattern. He'd seen one of the older Skywings doing it earlier. The move probably had some purpose, maybe in hunting, but certainly looked impressive. At the last second he flourished both wings wide, landing back-talons first on the warm sand. "Hah!"

Set nodded, trying to take it all in. Falcon seems to be really against these arena fights. Maybe she had some bad experiences here. If she was raised away from here it would make sense, but if she took the throne, that must mean that she's some how related to the royal line. Oh well, maybe I'll ask her sometime, or get Ash too.

Slightly put out by Falcon's commentary, Ash grumbled under his breath. "Hey, it worked, didn't it?" At least I didn't crash like the first time. The Skywing dragonet trotted over to the edge, and hopped up onto the barrier for a better view. He could almost imagine the vicious fights that took place here, dragon against dragon. "Falcon, you should fight Set!" In his opinion, the idea was a brilliant one. "She's a really good fighter! Maybe as good as you...But, then again, I was able to beat you. So, maybe better."

Set paused, as she turned to look at Falcon. Frankly, the idea was fine with her, it sounded interesting, and a good way to test that her skills were still honed. Since she was done with trying to get away from Desert, although, she added in her head, I might still want to be free some time, for maybe a day, she was able to truly show her talent. Hopefully Falcon's a good fighter. She rustled her armor, hoping that she wouldn't have to take it off, and waited for the older Skywing's decision.

OOC: What is Falcon's level of fighting?

IC: Set nodded and crouched down, her tail raised above her opened wings. "What about my poison? Desert had some cactus milk stored so that we could use ours when we practiced but what about here?" She cocked her head to the size, trying to figure out Falcon's style of fighting.

OOC: Out of 20 is fine

IC: Set nodded and got into position, her eyes narrowing into slits as she crouched, ready to leap at the slightest movement, waiting for the other dragon to do something. This'll be interesting. . .

Ash watched in excited anticipation, waiting for one of them to strike first. Both dragons looked very foreboding and very dangerous in their armor. I wonder if I'll ever get to wear armor? They probably don't even have some small enough.... He huffed to himself, and focused back on the fight.