Called by the Dragon
High in the sky with the wind rushing in their ears, he would never hear her -
The dragon dropped into a sudden nose dive, and her stomach plummeted like a heavy stone thrown into a pond. She clutched at the knobs on the sides of the leather saddle, fingers wrapping around the hardened protrusions tighter and tighter as they dived toward the ground. Her eyes watered against the wind, but she refused to close them. The descent was the most thrilling part of the flight, and her heart thrummed in her chest with furious gusto as they cut through the sky, down, down, down.
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