Flying in midair during a threadfall!! Barely oriented, you stare up to see white spore-like structures drift downwards in a strange, mesmerizing aura. Wait, since you're here, why not just burn up some thread? Isn't that what your ancestors dedicated their lives to?
With quick reflexes honed though combat, Drakreanor barrell rolls to the left and flames a large swath of white. Black ashes of disintegrated Thread float harmlessly to the ground. "That's the way Drak!!" you congratulate, raising your wings in triumph.
Drak, ducking and maneuvering with a swift grace, quickly destroys the rest of the thread just as easily as the first swath. Fighting thread is nothing compared to dog-fighting Mylandian aircraft!!
Just as soon as you had finished, you heard a strange roar of surprise. Turning, you discover three male dragon riders gaping at you. They must have been here for the thread, you chuckle to yourself. One of them rides a white dragon, one of them is bronze and the other brown. The crystal-eyed dragons seem to be just as surprised at Drak's appearance as the riders are of yours. Confused, you ask Drak, "what the hell's up with them?"
DRak lets out a disgruntled sigh, giving you a mental picture of your wings. You look over your shoulder. Then you realize it. You're showing your wings; green, bright, and highly obvious.
Mortified, you desperately try to conceal them behind your back. The riders remain blank with shock. Guess you just broke the first rule already.
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