Rameetheon's roar vibrated against her Rider's legs as the gold dragoness twisted through the air, light as a feather on the wind above the battle raging below. Kyncaithia - Kyna as she was known to most - grinned in a savage way, drawing her bow back with strong arms as she sighted an enemy knight below among the writhing mass of bodies. She breathed out carefully, ignoring the way her blond-white hair whipped at her face and let the arrow loose, hitting her target cleanly. Her dragon climbed back into the sky then, knowing it wasn't safe to stay near the ground lest they be caught by the nets being shot at them. And stars forbid it be the spikes that shred Rameetheon's wings instead of the net merely capturing her. Kyna wasn't sure what she would do should either of those things happen. This was her first true battle, the first one between her people, the Drakobin and their enemy, the Ravonorn. Tension had been escalating between them even before Kyna was born and she'd been raised to know how to fight should war ever break out. Now it had and the Dragonriders fought to protect their honor, to protect their people and to serve their King. Kyna, though....she fought because it was in her blood to do so.