Shyral pulled Slyten up to the start of the exam.
First year exams were simple, but she had already got a penalty for being late.
"Shyral and Slyten of clan Beaks. You may begin."
Shyral lent foward, and Slyten beat the air with his powerful wings.
Young and inexperienced they may be, but they loved to fly.
Growing up, Shyral had been clumsy, unco-ordinated. It wasn't till her uncle had taken her flying did she realize that air was her element.
They flew, completing the basic course in record time. Slyten was the envy of the first-years. He was the fasted flyer his age, daring, and confident. This also meant he got them both into trouble on a regular basis.
Shyral looked down at the landing pad. That was boring. Why did only the second and third years get to do fancy flying?
"Come on, Slyten. Let's show them that first years can do it too."
Slyten crooned, and Shyral gave him a signal. He was his own now, she had given control to him.
Slyten raised, higher, higher.
Soon they were above regulation heights, and Shyral was getting colder and colder.
"Shyral! Get that gryphon of yours down here right NOW!"
A faint voice was heard from below. The examiner had jumped on her own gryphon, and was circling below.
"You heard her. Let's go down." Slyten crowed with delight.
He folded his body, snapping his wings to his side. Soon they were plummeting, the platform quickly getting larger and larger.
The examiner pulled her gryphon away from them with a cry of alarm.
No-one had dived so fast before and walked away.
Slyten slowly pulled his head back, stretching out his legs and fanning his wings, straining with the effort involved with the braking. Slowly, they decelerated enough for Slyten to beat his wings, once, twice, before landing on the pad with a soft thump.
"Shyral! Report for extra duties after your classes!"
Shyral slipped of slyten, her head still spinning from the plummet.
"Yes, miss. Sorry miss. Do I still pass?"
"Yes. Barely. Now go to your next station before I take away your gryphon for endangering it so."
