It's All Fun And Games . . . (Open)

Brook was heading to the outskirts of the Gathering Ground from a long flight from Pluvia. She hoped there would be some good prey nearby, as she was hungry from the flight, but also cautious of the other dragons that could be nearby. Ready to land, she tilts herself into a shallow dive, contraction her wings slightly towards her back as she judges the distances. She keeps her spines up, to better judge the wind, and holds her breath, unwilling to deal with an asthma attack, or any other breathing complication from breathing in too much air too fast. She manages to hold her breath until she levels out, and begins to gently circle down to the ground, landing gracefully onto the open plain. She takes a grateful breath and peers into the trees just inside the Gathering Ground’s borders, searching for any signs of prey.

It was a sunny day, cool, with a slight breeze. It seemed like a good time for hunting, so Brook decided to test her luck. She could come back once she’d gotten a nice catch, and enjoy her lunch. So, Brook slipped into the open wood expectantly. However, it seemed luck would not be on her side after all. When Brook emerged a few hours later, all she held in her jaws was a single, large stag. A rather stingy meal to be sure, but, she thought with a mental shrug, it was better no no food at all. With a rather resigned air, she settled under a tree near the edge of The Gathering Grounds, ready to enjoy her meal.