Rift
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"Do you need a rest, Mother?" he asked in a falsly sweet voice. He popped another berry in his mouth relishing the tart flavor. Absently he dropped another over the deagon's side and watched it fall until it disappeared from view. "I know our combined bulk is soooo heavy."
He refrained from asking if they were there yet. He didn't want to sound like a child.
The world lurches as ground becomes sky. A few mighty flaps of her wings send the family speeding straight down, and then Aerihykloarara makes her sinuous form perfectly streamlined. Wind whips through horns and hair, and a nearby V of geese honks in alarm. Dragon eyes easily pick out the falling berry, and Aerihykloarara snatches it out of the air with her jaws.
Her wings snap open, and suddenly the ground is where it should be once more. Not far below (perhaps too close!), a mountain stream burbles happily downhill. Aerihykloarara hums along with it for a moment, then dips down to help herself to a drink as they pass.
She glances back casually to see how her family enjoyed the experience.
"Ug's loincloth, Aeri!" (His father's favorite curse.) "A little warning next time!"
Sometimes Rift and his mother played a game where they tried to see how many words they could make the old gnome say. On this trip she is winning. Of course, right now she has an unfair advantage.
"Of course I don't know everything, Mother. For instance, I don't know when we'll finally arrive and get to stretch our legs." There. That definitely was more grown up than just asking "are we there yet."
He does like flying, but he is excited to get to their destination. Absently, he fingers the (ironically) stolen thieves tools hidden in his pocket and stares at the passing landscape. There's an adventure waiting for him out there, he just knows it.
"It's hard to see from here, but Easthaven is just at the southern edge of that lake there, Lac Dinneshere." She cocks her head proudly. "That's where I fought Icasaracht claw to claw!"
He changed the subject.
"Good, because I'm famished." But really, when wasn't he? Mother used to say it was because he was a growing boy. Not that he'd done much growing lately. Or probably would ever again.
The dragon flaps her wings, propelling the group ever closer to Easthaven and the people who await them there.