"On your marks, get set... Go!" Juniper called out.<br/><br/>Aynir sprang into the air, his wings unfolded and catching the wind. He dove down to sea level, tucking his feet in to avoid the water as he darted towards the rocks. As they approached the maze of rocks, Juniper ordered; "Turn!" Immediately he shifted his body to an 90 degree angle. Juniper clung tighter to avoid falling off. She continued to order: "Turn, turn, turn," which he followed without issue until they cleared the obstacle part.<br/><br/>Using the last rock, Aynir pushed himself away in order to gain speed as they started to circle the island. Juniper kept her eyes forward, she had no idea of the location of Geir nor concerned herself with it, her mind was focused on that moment and tackling each task as they came. Whenever she found Aynir losing speed, Juniper would point at a large surface which he could use to push against for a boost. Aynir did not fly in a straight line but zig zagged in the sky, a common behaviour of his breed.<br/><br/>Reaching the race's starting point, the pair bolted towards the mountain top. The wind beating against them, Aynir positioned himself in a way to minimize resistance. Juniper stretched out her hand, her fingertips spread out like a fan, to touch the mountain. Just a little more further.