"Can you tell me more about ma?"Asks little Sienna. "Well, you know what, its not to late so sure," Said her father, a large reddish orange SkyWing who could fly all the way to the lost continent, "Well, for one thing she was always looking for someone to race her," "Did she win any races?" "She won all of them, that's why she had to make them race," "Did you race her?" "All the time," "Did you beat her?" "Not once" Sienna giggled, "could anyone beat her?" "I wouldn't think so, she had raced almost every SkyWing in the mountains and won," "Did she ever race the queen?" "The queen has more important things to do, like keeping you safe," "I bet ma would've beat her at a race," "Yeah, me too Sienna," "I miss her," "Yeah, me too,"
thanks to Peregrinecella for the SkyWing base
