The wind was deafening at the speed which Baylrys flew. Freisae held tightly upon his back, occasionally getting whipped by her own braided hair. She stretched to her left to look down from the massive dragon. Directing Baylrys wasn't exactly an easy thing to do, but she had gotten it to be as simple as it could be.
By pounding her fist twice on his left side, Freisae told Baylrys to land. His speed slowed significantly to the point that the woman could direct him vocally. As they landed in an open area, townsfolk scattered or walked to the side to see the interesting pair. Freisae clearly wasn't one of the Adelan Dragonriders, but Baylrys listened to her like they had military training.
He lifted his hand to his shoulder. She climbed on and was carefully lowered to the ground. "Want anything, Rys?" Freisae asked, looking upward.
The dragon folded his wings against his body, laying down to relax. "See if they have any cows," he said, grinning.
"It's a diner," she said with a smirk, walking towards the small building. "I'll be out in twenty minutes."