Post by Flame on Sept 21, 2011 20:48:39 GMT -8
It didn't take long for a bronze flit to take to the air. He was a beautiful flit. Poet. He sang to her as he followed, stopping only for a moment as Z'law snagged two pieces of meat to the flit. He landed for only a moment to drain them, as his rider stopped him from eating them. Z'law had dealt with all sorts of rises. This was no different.
Poet was up in the air quickly, singing the melody to her song, his voice strong as he danced. He was young, yes, but that gave him a chance. Of course as no other flits rose his spirits did to. He danced a bit, though his bulk making it harder for him to. He was a bronze after all. He did sing though. Just for her. Z'law was laughing softly. The little slut. First the silver now the gold. What was he trying to do?