"Alright," Merradin said, and he directed his eyes upwards towards the light.
"Just rest back against the seat, it'll only take a few seconds," Merradin said, and he gave his wings a test flap.
"Here we go."
He started to flap his wings, every flap throwing up a flurry of wind. After a few moments, storm clouds surrounded his feet. He dipped down, like a cat preparing to pounce, and then brought his wings down.
And just like that, the magical wind he was building up spilled forth, and when his wings caught it
and the sound of thunder bellowed beneath him and Elora, it was enough force to send his massive body shooting upwards at a staggering speed that a creature as large as him shouldn't be able to achieve.
They shot straight up for what probably felt like a minute to Elora, and then, suddenly, there was light.
The sun shone down on them as Merradin cleared the hole, and as he straightened himself out and started to soar, she'd find herself with a stunning view of the clouds.
Not above her, but below, and beneath those clouds the treacherous crags and valleys of the Thunderblack mountain range.
"See? Not so bad," Merradin called out.