"Bubbly checkpoint"
Cirrus charged through the ocean, shivering and burbling in a desperate need for air as he trained in holding his breath. He was running a route that would push him to his limit, with only a handful of breaths planned into it. Having gone almost 300 miles since his previous breath, the dragon closed in on both drowning and reaching his next checkpoint... Thankfully, the latter came first, which wasn't always the case.
Some of the rocks nearby had openings in their tops, with little bubbles coming from them, and occasionally much bigger ones. Quickly looking around, Cirrus rushed toward one that was making one of those substantial bubbles and caught the air in his mouth, gasping it down. The blue on his face receded to just being on his cheeks, then turned back to purple and then red. Once the bubble was fully inhaled, he bolted away, wasting no time in resuming both his trip and his training. The next air source would be an air pocket in a large stone arch that was continually refreshed by nearby plants, about 250 miles away... Hopefully he wouldn't forget where it was this time.
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18 Sep 2025 00:17 CEST
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