The morning mist hung like gauze, as the four-legged flying dragon spread its silver-gray membranous wings, riding the rising currents into the sea of clouds.
Ronan stood quietly on the broad back of the four-legged flying dragon, the wind blowing against him lifting the hem of his platinum robe. Sunlight fell at his feet, spreading out in a fine golden glow across the dragon's back.
The forest below transformed into a deep green carpet, rivers meandering like silver ribbons, and occasionally birds darted from beneath the clouds, like seeds scattered by the wind.
Selena sat directly to his front-left position, her back straight, one hand gently placed on the edge of the dragon saddle, lips tightly pressed, her gaze fixed far into the distance, lost in thought.
