ORIGIN

"Magic, yeah!" Snapdragon says, and she can't keep the excitement out of her voice. He recognized it! He saw that—see, they have the same magic! Isn't that cool?

"I'd love a race," she follows up with. She can't help that little thrill of something competitive that runs down her spine, either.

Let's be real: the bird's clearly more experienced than her. Who knows what other magical tricks he's got up his feathers? He's clearly got more practice than her. But all that does is stroke the fires of competition; she doesn't mind being the underdog. She likes a challenge. If she doesn't win, she'll still learn a lot from his technique.

And if she does win… well, doesn't that make it all the sweeter?

"How about…" she says, squinting through the dust to find a visible landmark. There, the ledges up near the ceiling. She shifts a wing to point with her hand, tilting a little in the sky. "To that platform? First to land on it wins?"

That sounds good. Not too far, but enough to give her a workout.

"Sabotage?"

Blitz is looking at her with a mischevious kind of expression, and she meets his and raises an eyebrow, a smirk showing on at the corners of her mouth. That sounds fun. That sounds really fun.

But after a few moments of consideration, she shakes her head sadly. "I'd love to, but—" She gestures at the storm around them. "Not in a storm like this. I'd hate to knock ya' into the twister, y'know?" She's a daredevil and a risk-taker herself, sure, but there's a difference between getting herself into trouble and getting other 'Bound into trouble. The bird nearly fucked up a dive earlier; she doesn't want to be the reason he smacks into the stone going top speed.

A shrug, as much as she can manage mid-flight. "We could meet up again, though? Think it'd be cool tryin' to race in some of the other caves."

Until then... "Ready when you are."