(When Valkyrie and Gyro dart past them, Percy barks out a laugh and Blackjack splutters nonsensically.)
Calm down, bud. We'll catch up.
(He pats Blackjack on the side of his neck. His horse flaps his wings in three steady pumps and it brings him higher and higher up in the air. Percy threads his fingers through Blackjack's mane and twirls them around. He gives a light tug upward, encouraging blackjack to go higher and higher and higher yet. The winds down by the city and lower were pretty decent but the higher up they went, the stronger they got until there was a suction pulling them forward.
Blackjack rode the sky like Valkyrie rode the ground. He darted through clouds and vaulted himself forward along the pull of wind. His legs were folded up neatly but every now and then he'd stretch them out and gallop himself through the air to give himself that additional boost.
Percy had Blackjack dip low occasionally so that he could keep an eye on Gyro racing along. It wasn't too hard. As it turned out, Blackjack flew about as fast as Valkyrie rode. Blackjack dove down at the ground and if it were anyone else, they might've pissed themselves from the horse pulling his wings in and just dropping straight on down but Percy felt natural as anything on Blackjack's back.
A few seconds into the drop and a few seconds from the ground, Blackjack pulled himself upright and glided up alongside Valkyrie. Percy shot Gyro a bit of a smug look, his brows raised up to his hairline.
Ya a fancy runner. Now I get why your hair's all done up nice and slick there.
Blackjack doesn't seem like he has any plans to fly back up above the clouds. It had been fun for a while but Blackjack wasn't all too competitive. Percy could have his streak every now and then but Blackjack was far more interested in hanging out with Valkyrie than racing him. In any case, it was evident it'd take quite some time for there to be an obvious winner between the two.)
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Calm down, bud. We'll catch up.
(He pats Blackjack on the side of his neck. His horse flaps his wings in three steady pumps and it brings him higher and higher up in the air. Percy threads his fingers through Blackjack's mane and twirls them around. He gives a light tug upward, encouraging blackjack to go higher and higher and higher yet. The winds down by the city and lower were pretty decent but the higher up they went, the stronger they got until there was a suction pulling them forward.
Blackjack rode the sky like Valkyrie rode the ground. He darted through clouds and vaulted himself forward along the pull of wind. His legs were folded up neatly but every now and then he'd stretch them out and gallop himself through the air to give himself that additional boost.
Percy had Blackjack dip low occasionally so that he could keep an eye on Gyro racing along. It wasn't too hard. As it turned out, Blackjack flew about as fast as Valkyrie rode. Blackjack dove down at the ground and if it were anyone else, they might've pissed themselves from the horse pulling his wings in and just dropping straight on down but Percy felt natural as anything on Blackjack's back.
A few seconds into the drop and a few seconds from the ground, Blackjack pulled himself upright and glided up alongside Valkyrie. Percy shot Gyro a bit of a smug look, his brows raised up to his hairline.
Ya a fancy runner. Now I get why your hair's all done up nice and slick there.
Blackjack doesn't seem like he has any plans to fly back up above the clouds. It had been fun for a while but Blackjack wasn't all too competitive. Percy could have his streak every now and then but Blackjack was far more interested in hanging out with Valkyrie than racing him. In any case, it was evident it'd take quite some time for there to be an obvious winner between the two.)