Racer's pride
Hello true Believers of Minds. Animeman73 here again. It’s time for another edition of Inessa Burnell’s #IBASwordtember challenge.
Day 16 is upon us, and the word/subject is: Gold.
For this journey of imagination, I’ve got a doozy. Now let’s begin the fun!
The sun shone down on the lush field surrounded by tall cliffs. Nearby birds sang in the trees, while a river bubbled with life.
“So how do you like that Red Fang?” Asked the brown-haired human.
The Crimson colored dragon let out a gurgle/purr of contentment.
The tall man rubbed the dragon’s scaly body with a damp cloth. The damp coarse material rubbed off pieces of old scales revealing shiny and vital ones. Ah, that’s ever so much better. The young man heard the Red Dragon say to him in mind speech.
Those old scales were getting itchy and uncomfortable, the Red Dragon added.
The young man smirked, his green eyes glittering with mischief. “You sure it doesn’t have anything to do with that wild female Gold Dragon showing up on the property?”
The dragon turned an irritated look at the human. That is none of your affair Morgan, the dragon retorted in a cross tone.
To this the human let out a snort of laughter. “Yeah right! Says the red who’s been trying to set me up with every lady from here to the city of Vansberg!”
I'm trying to make sure there’s a next generation for the Varlston ranch. Your father worked very hard building this place. And I mean to see it lasts for years to come.
The young man finished with the cleaning and looked over the dragon. “That’s the last of it. And I can assure you this place will continue to be around. Gods know you’ve created enough hatchlings here with some of the females.”
A loud roar overhead drew their attention. Several greens and a blue flew over. “Looks like Thunder Strike and your other friends are calling to you.”
The red dragon roared a greeting at them. Then the dragon yawned and got to his feet. The sleek dragon stretched his muscles and wings as Morgan Varlston backed away.
He nodded at the lean fit state of the dragon. “I see you’ve been exercising on quite a frequent basis.”
Of course, the Great Dragon Grand Prix is soon. After our legacy sealing victory last year, we have a reputation to maintain partner.
Morgan chuckled. “Eager for the thrill of the race my friend, I am too. But don’t forget to keep those fighting skills up. The Gods know not everyone at the Grand Prix are going to be honorable.”
Morgan saw a glint in the dragon’s left eye. Oh, I hope they try! The Dragon thought his tone stating that anyone who tried cheating was good as dead.
Morgan backed away farther as the Dragon leapt into a run and spread his wings. The red dragon glided into the air and flapped them to gain altitude. The Dragon soared towards his friends.
Morgan turned and jogged his way back towards the ranch house that was the family's property.
He entered the house and lit some candles before he walked over to a glass case.
Among the many trophies was a gold-colored sword.
“The gold sword. Only those who win the Great Dragon Grand Prix three times in a row earn it.
“Well, I hope I’ve done the family proud Dad and Mom.” Morgan thought out loud as he smiled.
He walked into the living room and up to a large box. Soft music flowed out of the radio as he turned it on.
Looking around he spotted the newspaper and took it. He sat in his chair and began to read. “Let's see how the rest of Falshad fares."