[Azura Rayume]

((I'm basically gonna play around in here for a while, but other people are welcome to join in if they want. These characters are technically ponies, never mind the fact that they're dragons.))

"Come on, Thunderlane!" Cloudchaser's voice was a high whistle as she turned another corner around a tree before arching up to punch a hole clean through a cloud. They were supposed to be working, but today was just so pretty! She couldn't waste it all moving clouds around with the others. Besides, they wanted to move in some rain, which the area really did need, but come on! This was too nice.

The fact that she had managed to rope the stallion in on her game was an added bonus. Thunderlane was just as much of a work shirker as she was, and they could make quite the pair if left to their own devices. They wouldn't do anything bad, per say, just mess up a couple weather clouds and go get lunch somewhere. Nobody got hurt, and she would get to enjoy the day.

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Thunderlane huffed loudly, nostrils flared, as he drove his wings down and rounded the corner significantly far behind the mare. "I'm not a racer, Cloudchaser!" he hollered back, clipping the edge of the hole she had made with his wings. Why she thought he was meant for speed escaped him. He had a decent time, sure; he had to to be on the hurricane squad, but that didn't mean he could beat a lightweight sprinter like her in a race.

He popped out on the other side of the cloud and hovered, spinning around for a moment as he tried to find her. She had darted off somewhere, and he wasn't sure exactly where she would have gone from here. She was just making up this "course" she was running on the fly anyway.

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There was a giggle behind him, and Thunderlane turned just in time to see a blur of blue and purple dashing directly at him. He barely had a second to react, and the next thing he knew, he was tumbling back and pinned against a cloud bank. He gave another huff and stare up at Cloudchaser, who was practically beaming that smug grin at him.

"Not a racer?" she said with a bright laugh. "Didn't you want to be a Wonderbolt?"

Thunderlane pushed her off and rolled to lay on his stomach. "Wonderbolts aren't racers," he said sharply. "Trick flying is a totally different thing, you know! Besides, I might just stay a weather pony for a while. I'm good at that."