Seyna raced to the rim, and she raced with her dragon. The feeling was indescribable, a melding of dragon and rider that could only be matched by that first moment of impression. She could feel the wind surging past her body, caressing flesh that was warm and supple, but it was Charith in the air. Her senses were fogged by this, though she could still feel the hungry eyes of those about her as riders joined the gathering crowd.<br/><br/><em>They will not catch me so easily!</em><br/><br/>It wasn't all draconic boast, either. Charith was nimble on the wing and danced through the air with easy strokes of her wings. She was not the size of a bronze or a gold queen, but her smaller size made her more agile in the air.<br/><br/><em>I know they won't, darling</em>...was Seyna's reply, although she herself already felt caught by the ring of those around her. They were all of them affected by the arousal of their dragons as they rose to chase after her wily green, and it was so confusing. She could see the browns and blues below her one moment through Charith's eyes, and the next moment were the hands of the other riders on her.<br/><br/>The chase continued for as long as it needed to. The large browns were quickly out of contention because they simply weren't as nimble as their smaller brethren, and with only a few blues left in contention, Charith soared higher on a thermal and banking hard. But as she banked, a shadow fell across her in the morning sky, and she swiveled her head around to see Harath closing in.