It was too early in the morning for bugs, but the bugs didn't care. The disgruntled Skydancer dropped his large wooden crate with a thud.
"Always fun to watch the newbies, yea?" The Ridgeback asked, setting her own crate down with a bit more care.
"Mhmm," the Skydancer replied, not listening. He had learned that most of their conversations could be held with little more than a few 'uhuh's and 'yep's on his part. "You ready?"
"Sure am!" Knuckles cracked in preparation.
They popped the crates open and backed away, the Skydancer stopping to give his a hard kick.
Out came an assortment of flying insects. The moths looked for a good spot to sleep and sun their wings, while the surprisingly docile bees lazily bounced around the scattered flowers blooming in the calm field. But not for long.
The Skydancer turned around to address the small crowd of eager dragons ready to start honing their battle skills. Many were nearly young enough to be hatchlings. The few older members of the group seemed a little embarrassed by their inexperience. He didn't care.
"The Training Fields are officially open! Remember to stay safe and have fun." The Skydancer walked off without further comment. His companion had already removed both crates. He figured the job was new enough that she hadn't lost her enthusiasm yet. As long as it meant he didn't have to lift that damn thing again, he was happy enough.
He also had a bet going with himself over how long it would be until someone managed to harass a bumble 'til it stung them. He liked bets with himself, because he always won.
"Always fun to watch the newbies, yea?" The Ridgeback asked, setting her own crate down with a bit more care.
"Mhmm," the Skydancer replied, not listening. He had learned that most of their conversations could be held with little more than a few 'uhuh's and 'yep's on his part. "You ready?"
"Sure am!" Knuckles cracked in preparation.
They popped the crates open and backed away, the Skydancer stopping to give his a hard kick.
Out came an assortment of flying insects. The moths looked for a good spot to sleep and sun their wings, while the surprisingly docile bees lazily bounced around the scattered flowers blooming in the calm field. But not for long.
The Skydancer turned around to address the small crowd of eager dragons ready to start honing their battle skills. Many were nearly young enough to be hatchlings. The few older members of the group seemed a little embarrassed by their inexperience. He didn't care.
"The Training Fields are officially open! Remember to stay safe and have fun." The Skydancer walked off without further comment. His companion had already removed both crates. He figured the job was new enough that she hadn't lost her enthusiasm yet. As long as it meant he didn't have to lift that damn thing again, he was happy enough.
He also had a bet going with himself over how long it would be until someone managed to harass a bumble 'til it stung them. He liked bets with himself, because he always won.
