Korra grinned leaning forward and egging her dragon onward. Her face was alight with the joy of flight, and of winning as she and Stryde quickly took the lead with their previous training giving them a large advantage. The wind whipped past fast enough that if she were a human she'd be in fear of suffocating. Being a vampire, though, the need to breath was only for the sheer habitual state of fitting in. Stryde stretched his thick long neck forward to make himself more aerodynamic and I hugged closer to him. The warmth of his scales was pure joy their sleek exterior a pleasure to touch in itself, pulling herself from all the pleasures of a ride she managed to take a glimpse backwards to see where her opponent lies to make sure she doesn't accidentally leave him behind.