Nocturne wing was running drills today, and nothing bored K'mina quite like the tedium of doing the same task over and over and over again. Sure, getting to fly with Gurrenth was always a joy, but having to repeat the same sweeping patterns in practice was a surefire way to suck the pleasure out of flying.
Gurrenth, can you please make this next turnaround more interesting? I'm dying up here, he moaned to his partner.
We're supposed to follow the flight pattern, and you know it. The wingleader will get mad if we mess it up after so many repetitions. She was trying to be responsible, but admittedly she was getting tired of flying in the same figure eight pattern too.
C'mon, just take the next turn a little bit faster or something. We'll blame it on a gust of wind.
Well...alright, Gurrenth replied, her tone uncertain.
She beat her wings a few times before going into the next turn, generating more power than needed. As she banked to change direction, she drifted much too close to another dragon, nearly scraping his wing with her claws. Sorry! Sorry! She quickly called out to the flashy dragon she had almost hit.
K'mina was laughing wildly on her back, excited by the new thrill. "That was a close one! That might've been a little too much juice on that one!"