"Yeah, basically. Nothing too special. You're free to come with, if you like. So, what kind of dance is this? Casual, formal, partnered, what?" She tossed her hair over her shoulder, patting Aristotle's neck as he shuffled anxiously, flicking his ears.

"I have nothing better to do.." He slipped the sheath off and put it inside too, stretching his hand open and closed. He looked up at her, letting his shoulders hang. "Probably a mix of everything." In all of the six or eight years he'd been in the sanctuary, they hadn't done much for proper.

"Great." She grinned. "So, you've lived here for- for however long, and you go to this thing every year, and you dont know like- what it iS?"

"I know all of it. It is just complicated-" He chuckled a little, making eye contact. "..I'm sorry I offended you, I didn't mean to call your family crazy, it was directed to you and Alex." He grinned slyly, teasing her with 'you and Alex'.

"You are just begging for a boot to the face, aren't you?" She swung her leg toward him menacingly, smirking. "But I guess I'll take your sad attempt at an apology. You can make it up to me by..." She tilted her head and thought for a moment. "Asking me to this dance- or whatever celebration it is that goes on after this race. And explaining it to me semi-correctly."

He grinned, blocking her boot. He narrowed his eyes. "I'll chose my words carefully." He got down on a knee. "Will you come with meee to The Soarer?" He smiled innocently.

She slowed Aristotle and grinned down at him like he had just made her day. "Well, I guess I will. Alright, Ill go with you to The Soarer."

Chaos of dragon now?))

He stood up and wiggled his eyebrows. "Does that mean its a daaaate?"

YEYEYEYEYEYEEYEY))

She giggled. "Its a date." As she started walking Aristotle on, there was a very, VERY loud roar. And following it was a horrible shreik as two dragons, wrestling and clawing, came diving over the nearest building. The larger of the two, which was on top, was flapping its massive silver wings to keep the tussling pair in the sky. They slammed into the ground, thrashing. It was the last straw for Aristotle, and he sprinted off, going left, while his rider was staying right. She growled something that sounded like a whole lot of very colorful curses. While losing her seat, Asta yanked her left foot out of its stirrup and threw her left leg over the saddle. She span in midair and slammed into the ground in a sort of lower push-up position, giving a grunt of pain. The dragons were still clawing at each other like it was a battle to the death, rolling and thrashing, slamming the corner of a smaller building out, before rolling into it and destroying the shed. Crimson was staining stone, not as light, this time, but blood.

He smiled at her. It was wiped away very fast. He stood up and peered at the plummeting figures. He jumped back a little as they landed. "Asta!-" He saw her struggling on the stallion who looked feral right then. He ran out to her, wary of the flailing dragons. He didn't recognise them off the top of his head. But the splattering blood was making it a little hard. He knelt down to help her stand up. "You alright?" He asked a little loud to be heard over the shed crashing over.