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Date Posted: 11:28:03 03/16/02 Sat
Author: Human, Flamer
Subject: Flight...

Hey, BlackRock, let's catch some air. The summons elicited an amused rumble from the stocky Flamer sprawled lazily in the warm sunlight. Slowly, the black rose, ebony hide glittering, and made his way over to Samma, who had his harness in hand. Gladly. She frowned at his tone, sensing something wrong but unable to pinpoint it. Nonetheless, she got the riding straps on in record time and swung up easily, folding her legs and crouching to grab the prominent neckridge. Where is your gear? The girl rolled her sparkling eyes. Don't need it. Can we PLEASE get a move on here?

Snorting, BlackRock spread his broad pinions and leaped off the cliff edge, soaring lightly until a gust of warm air sent him rocketing upwards. Samma hung on tightly, aware of the smooth hardness of the neckridge, not having her gloves on, and the wind whipping her hair into her eyes, having neglected to grab her helmet. However, she had snagged the proper footwear and her shin-knee pads, protecting her legs from the stone-hard scales. Fly me for as long as you can, BlackRock. I don't want to go back. The faint sob underlying her message wasn't lost upon the older Flamer, but he simply swerved into a practiced routine of flashy aerial maneuvers and exhilerating dives. He knew how to cheer his rider up.

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