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We had really slowed down now, and I felt like we were getting lower and lower to the treetops. Up ahead there was a small white sandy beach. Were we heading there? My question was soon answered as we swooped down towards the beach. I held on tightly as we came into land with a bump, skidding through the sand, sending clouds of it over my face. I choked and covered my eyes till the sand dispersed. I regained my composure and started to climb down from Blane’s dragon, I slipped and landed on my knees in the sand. Not the most graceful of dismounts. I would need to work on that. I walked towards the water and took a deep breath in. I had only arrived in Scotland a couple of days ago, but it felt like this was where I was always meant to be. It was home, I just felt it. Or was this