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Magyar

Hvit sighed again, finding himself becoming fond of the human expression. It was quite useful when one became exasperated. It was definitely something he hadn't learned from his kin, who either ignored or swatted at you when you got on their nerves. Of course it had been many, many years since any drake had done such a thing to him.

"How long until your ailment is healed?" Hvit called to Melly, "By your own measurement?"

DragonSong

"Hrrmm." Melly stretched her wing cautiously, slowing her pace some. She winced as muscles long unused flexed and stretched, then tried again. She still didn't have a wide range of motion, but at least she could move it.

"A few more days if I exercise? Carefully," she added, her crest drooping a bit as she realized she really was just going to make the whole process take longer if she was over-eager.

Magyar

"How about," Hvit suggested, "I take you on my back, and I fly a quick sweep around the island?"

He'd already lowered his shoulders to allow her to scramble on, knowing she would take his offer if there was no other alternative. She may have been foreign, but she was still a dragoness, and if this was the only way she could get back in the air, she would do it.

DragonSong

Melly grumbled quietly, protesting that she wasn't actually a hatchling, but it was more for the form of the thing than anything else, as she was already sidling toward him.

She relented and climbed up onto his back, tucking herself along his spine between his wings and letting her tail swish back and forth behind her. "Okay, ready," she chirped, fidgeting a bit in her anxiety to get into the air.

Magyar

"Do not scratch my back, little bird," Hvit warned. Melly's claws had grown long and sharp in her torpor, and though she had somewhat maintained them on the stone floors of her ruined keep, she was not so groomed as he would have liked a passenger to be. It wasn't too uncomfortable, but it wasn't exactly peachy either.

"Get comfortable," He said before abruptly launching into the air, his powerful hind legs gouging the earth and propelling them nearly eighty feet vertically by themselves alone. An accompanied flap during ascension and they were off, the clouds approaching at breakneck speed.

DragonSong

"I won't, I won't-" Her voice broke off in a squeak and she pressed herself closer to his back as he launched them into the air, scrabbling with her claws for a moment before she remembered his warning.

Once they were in the air though, she settled, peering out over his shoulder. A contented thrum rose in her chest and she nuzzled the back of his neck. "Thank you!"

Magyar

Hvittraak broke the cloud line in a flourishing spin, his wingtips fluttering like a cape caught by a gust of wind. He was a lord of the clouds, and the sky his aethereal domain. The adrenaline of flight paired with the ease of muscle memory allowed their ascent a certain level of complacency, but Hvit was in the mood for a sudden display of skill. He was very vain, after all.

The anticipation of the drop rushed through him, and in the apex of the climb time seemed to slow. His wings became tense, his eyes widened and pupils dilated before sliding into a razor thin slit. His tail straightened then curled inward slightly and even his claws flexed unconsciously. Then it hit, and gravity took him. He began to fall, but three voracious flaps sped their descent to much faster than terminal velocity. He angled his wings as to catch the air and they started spiralling. A corkscrew of dull white and brilliant hues glittered as it sped towards the earth at a breakneck pace.

Surely, if they hit the ground, they would break far more than their necks. But Hvit wouldn't let that occur, and at a lofty three thousand feet, he abruptly flared his wings wide, catching his (relatively) small body in their draft. Stopped as though by a godly pinch, they hung for a second in the air, unmoving. Then they began to fall slowly, progressing into a lazy glide. Hvit would hit the ground, yes, but in a few minutes rather than seconds.

DragonSong

Melly had never actually gasped in this form, but the breath was dragged from her lungs as they suddenly dropped, plummeting toward the earth.

Unable to even cry out, she rapped her legs as tight around Hvitt as she could manage and tucked her head into the back of his neck in an effort to block some of the tearing wind, wings folded tight against her back and eyes narrowed to slits.

The sudden break from the dive jolted her slightly and she had to scramble a bit to stay on his back, but she was laughing, a high, chiming sound that floated musically through the air.

"Show-off," she accused, but there was certainly a good deal of fondness in her tone. The gem in her brow glittered almost cheerfully, seeming to reflect her suddenly improved spirits.

Magyar

"Perhaps," Hvit suggested lazily, as he began to bank ever so slowly, aiming for the ground. Fatigue began to take hold of him... but not fatigue of the body. Fatigue of the mind is what plagued him.

He would close his eyes and see snow-capped mountains, feel - more fleeting than a heartbeat - the sharp winds of home. Crisp, fresh, and on top of the world. Where he wanted to be, but not where he was. Because he was here. Because she was here, and so he was here... for her. But it was time to leave, to return, and in that moment he promised himself to take his next window of opportunity with the same ambitious drive that had taken him on the beach months earlier.

DragonSong

"Oh, here." Melly spread her wings and, once they were close enough to the ground, sprang off his back so she could coast gently to the ground, relieving some of the weight he had to carry. She ran a few paces once her paws touched earth, then twisted her head back to look at him.

He seemed...off. "Are you alright?" she asked softly after a few moments.

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