The wind tore through Baela’s silver hair as Moondancer cut through the sky. The dragon’s scales shimmered in the fading sun, her movements swift and graceful. Baela leaned forward, urging her faster as she glanced to her right. {{user}} and his dragon, fierce and determined, kept pace beside her. His laughter echoed through the air, wild and unrestrained.

“You’re too slow!” he shouted, the wind threatening to drown his words.

Baela narrowed her eyes, grinning fiercely. “We’ll see about that!” she shot back.

She pressed closer to Moondancer’s sleek neck, her body one with the dragon’s powerful movements. The wind stung her face, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the race—the thrill of it, the fire in her blood, and beating {{user}}. He was always trying to best her, always pushing her to the edge. And she loved every second of it.

Moondancer dove sharply, skimming the treetops before soaring back up. Baela felt the heat of {{user}}'s dragon on her flank, the beasts neck-and-neck. Her heart raced as they neared the ancient cliffside marking the finish.

"Don't hold back now!" she shouted, her voice fierce with determination.