At the least, should it prove necessary to silence the voice in her head, to teach the lesson that to speak anything learned from breaching her privacy is unacceptable, this race shall provide her some information to that end. It wouldn't be an ideal situation (since the simple solution to kill someone for such violation does not work), but most people have an opposition to pain. It could be worked out.
They do not say any more, only a tilt of their head. Mizu wonders if they've just arrived in Folkmore, with this cavern of dragons the first they've seen of the place. No matter the norms whence they come, she cannot be the first to take issue with someone being in her mind. It does not matter. It's not information Mizu bothers to remember. If she needs to do something about them, Mizu will learn whatever she needs to learn. A far lesser version of what she's doing about her fathers.
The dragons go around the people and transform them into dragons. It is not the first time Mizu's raced across the sky, so she knows how to handle the slender blue form that awaits her. Her eyes run over the sky. Some obstacles are familiar from before, but others have changed. She removes her tinted glasses and tucks them away inside a pocket. Clothes transform, but she's less certain about a pair of glasses. Then she gives a quick nod to the dragon, gets transformed, and shifts to a ready position.
Mizu barely cares to wait, and she holds steady until it's time to go. Then she flies with no regard to the strange pleasure of being in the air, wind coursing across her body, or the ease of breathing. Mizu winds around slower dragon contestants, some still getting the knack of flying. She stays aware of her competitor easily, the non-dragon in a sea of dragons, but mostly flies the course. Tight, efficient, and fast. Not the strongest or most powerful.
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They do not say any more, only a tilt of their head. Mizu wonders if they've just arrived in Folkmore, with this cavern of dragons the first they've seen of the place. No matter the norms whence they come, she cannot be the first to take issue with someone being in her mind. It does not matter. It's not information Mizu bothers to remember. If she needs to do something about them, Mizu will learn whatever she needs to learn. A far lesser version of what she's doing about her fathers.
The dragons go around the people and transform them into dragons. It is not the first time Mizu's raced across the sky, so she knows how to handle the slender blue form that awaits her. Her eyes run over the sky. Some obstacles are familiar from before, but others have changed. She removes her tinted glasses and tucks them away inside a pocket. Clothes transform, but she's less certain about a pair of glasses. Then she gives a quick nod to the dragon, gets transformed, and shifts to a ready position.
Mizu barely cares to wait, and she holds steady until it's time to go. Then she flies with no regard to the strange pleasure of being in the air, wind coursing across her body, or the ease of breathing. Mizu winds around slower dragon contestants, some still getting the knack of flying. She stays aware of her competitor easily, the non-dragon in a sea of dragons, but mostly flies the course. Tight, efficient, and fast. Not the strongest or most powerful.
And oh is it fun.