2024-07-13 - Good Sportsmanship

The sudden swarm of feelings from dragons above and dragons on the ground had been overwhelming; she'd shouted, but involuntarily, and had to pick her Mother's brain to make sense of a fraction of it.

And when she found enough of her answer, she whooped and rocked in her shell. This was it! This was the chase! Chasing and being chased! Every joy, every flying dream combined and shared between friends - this was the thing Igith and her friends liked so much! Straining again, she searched the minds around her to find out if something happened when they won, or if they just chased and had fun until they got tired; the finer details eluded her but she saw something that involved a curious dance of long necks and tails wrapping around each other.

If Rioth and her companions were free of their shells, she would've been clambering over her siblings to get a good look; as it was, her attention zipped and flicked from dragon to dragon, before doubling back and checking on the chasers again as their green leader danced around the skies with infectious glee. It was more than enough to take her mind off of the previous hints of the Flight, with that horrible blue and his horrible person.

Rioth was caught up in the moment; she shrieked a joyous "GO, GO, GOOOO!" to the green. Surely at least some of her friends were among these chasers? That was what this was about, after all, wasn't it? Igith had thought so...Igith had liked that part!

"LET YOUR FRIENDS WIN. DO THE NECK THING. WHO ARE THESE OTHER GUYS?? WANNA-BES!"

...but wait. Were any them her friends? She explored again, closer this time.

A blue and a she! A green who was her friend! And a green who wasn't her friend - but wanted to be.

Who was the big guy? Who cared.

And another blue - who seemed ready to start up his own game.

Rioth found she rather enjoyed shouting things at chasers. "SPOILSPORT! Let her finish her game, first! BOOOO! ROTTEN, UH....TAILFORK!" It wasn't with any of the malice, or even anger, that she reserved for the nasty blue. This was a different feeling, not quite laughing. What the blue was doing was simply...unsporting! She should have her pick, what if he took one of her friends away!

Then again, maybe he would've thinned out the crowd like the leader had wanted.

She settled back and continued to shout - encouraging things to some, egging the others on with songs and shouts, and playfully BOOOOOOing the maverick blue.

This was fun. If there were no nasty cheaters around, this seemed like a good thing. She would probably like chasing and being chased, she figured.

In the meantime, and this thought was accentuated with a mental grin, she liked cheerleading and trash-talking, now.