@Harmonylight @YukikoWhitestar couldn't help but laugh along as Alyssia shouted excitedly into the wind. He was pretty sure no one else could hear her, but he certainly could. The feeling of the air whipping over his scales seemed to wash the desert heat away like a cool river, and the small wounds from the human's weapons were starting to sting less.
Whitestar glanced sideways as he caught movement in the corner of his eye, spotting Blackout as he fell into pace with him. Whitestar eyes widened slightly at the hunter mounted on the Nightwings back and he met Blackout's gaze with a questioning look. The human let go of the black dragon's spine and laid back almost casually on Blackout's back, watching Alyssia. Then he stood up expertly and just barely rested a hand on the Nightwing's spike, balancing precariously on the slick obsidian scale.
Don't do that, Whitestar thought anxiously. The last thing I need is for Alyssia to try it and end up-
The thought broke away as he felt Alyssia start to let go of his ridge spike and slide a little ways down his back. His head snapped around to look over his shoulder in a panic at the human, but she quickly resecured her grip and pulled herself back into position, gripping the spine perhaps a little tighter than before. Whitestar let out a breath of relief and turned back in the direction they were flying.
He angled his wings downward and they began to dip toward the ground as the wreckage of the caravan came into view. He could see the glossy reminiscence of the frost breath from the day before, the jagged icicles rounded and shrunk from the desert heat, dripping water onto the sticky sand beneath. Whitestar flared his wings to slow and flapped several times to land gently on the ground, careful not to drop or rear Alyssia off his back. He heard Blackout land with a thump next to him and the twins a few paces behind him. Whitestar unfurled one wing and held it out close to the sand, providing a slide for Alyssia to dismount.
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