Raven
“I’m cold,” I shout to Morax. We had been flying for hours, stopping only once so I could relieve myself and grab Nico’s coat. I wrap my arms around myself, and my teeth chatter. “Can we stop for the night?” I ask the dragon.
‘I want to keep going,’ He snarls.
“My arms are tired from holding onto you,” I complain.
I swear the dragon huffs in annoyance. ‘Fine, we will stop.’
“Thank you,” I say in a sing-songy response.
The dragon rumbles in response, and I look down. We are very high in the sky, and I can’t tell where we are or what the terrain looks like. But Morax starts to descend.
“Where are we?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer as the clouds around us become thicker to where I can’t see anything but my own hands and the dragon's scales. I yelp when we thud against the ground a
