Dyanara clears the stone ring and lands beyond it, boots biting into packed snow. Her wings fold carefully, though the left shoulder still throbs beneath its armor.
Astraya touches down nearby in a bright spray of frost, her white wings sweeping once before settling behind her. She turns toward her sister with a wide, breathless smile.
Astraya Orlaith
You made the ring cleanly. That crosswind wanted to throw you wide, but you held your course.
True Dave approaches from the course with his light saber lowered, its glow subdued against the winter glare. Behind him, the onlookers murmur beyond the boundary stones.
True Dave
That was a proper flight. So, what does it mean now? Are you both ready for the next challenge?
Astraya Orlaith
It means the sky is not as frightening as we were taught. Perhaps what comes next is not another race, but choosing where these wings carry us.
The frost settles around the sisters’ boots. The course lies quiet behind them, and the murmuring crowd waits for Dyanara’s answer beneath the pale sky.
Reach an understanding with Astraya about the wings and family duty