Character Analysys- Argon

Argon took a deep breath as she surveyed the stretch of floor in 
front of her. She knew what she was going to do, the stresses she 
would place on her muscles, where her hands would hit. She took 
another breath and started running.

Two paces, cartwheel-roundoff *back* handspring *up* straddle up 
feet together finish *hit it!*

She recited the moves mentally, pushing herself through the routine 
as she had many times before. Her wings were tucked against her 
body but her tail flowed with her, adding another limb that she had 
to keep track of. She didn't mind, though- the feeling of 
exhilaration was worth it. Gymnastics was a feeling like but in a 
way not like flying, for the only wind generated in the small domed 
studio was that of her passage, on the ground and in the air.

The door hissed open. Argon didn't need to turn- the only person 
that the studio door would admit without warning while she was in 
there was her friend, Riska. For all that Riska was wingleader of 
Fractal, now, their friendship hadn't grown apart in the least. The 
clanleader's daughter was still warm and friendly while they were 
alone, though her personality elsewhere-

Argon nodded hello to her friend as the other gargoyle started 
warming up. Riska had a personality that was... electric. Exotic. 
No sugar, and a whole heap of spice. Riska did things on *stage* 
that Argon would never do, even in the confines of the private 
studio.

It wasn't like any of them needed to worry about getting pregnant- 
unless they lost count of the years somehow. And besides, Rowan 
checked their hormone levels every month. If any of them went into 
their fertile year, they'd know about it.

Argon personally had doubts that Riska had ever come out of her 
last fertile year. Riska was covered in sexual energy, oozing it 
from every pore. It was no secret, no secret at all. At least, 
every female in the clan knew it. All the males were too stunned.

She glanced over at the red gargoyle again, who was starting a turn 
series. Argon couldn't attempt to have the attraction that Riska 
had. Not to mention that Riska was exotic while Argon was plain, 
Riska was next in line to be clanleader, while Argon lacked the 
determination to get anywhere. It wasn't just because Risk's mother 
was clanleader, either. Nepotism be damned, Riska was good. The 
others had voted her in for Fractal's leader when Goldgate had 
retired.

"How was patrol?" She asked Riska nonchalantly.

Riska stopped spinning and shrugged. "They brought in visitors," 
she replied. "Rowan was like fussing over them last I heard."

"Oh, really?" Argon paused to think. "Where are they from?"

"New York, I think."

Argon swallowed. New York! Broadway! She was suddenly washed up in 
a dream of stagelights- but she pushed it down. She was not a 
performer. Yet...

She formulated a plan in an instant. "I've been at this for too 
long," she announced. "I'm going for a swim. You wanna come?" Riska 
shook her head in the negative, so Argon left alone.

She suddenly was frightened at the though of trying to hitch a ride 
with these New Yorkers, to see if she could get away from San 
Francisco, but... still! She hadn't shown determination in the 
past, so now was the time for it.

Forcing up her resolve, she headed for her destination.