Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
Step ??? of taming a dragon would also be a saddle and gear. He's forced into a squint against the cut of the wind as she arrows through the sky, the goosebumps against his skin that originally raised up with the exhilaration of it all now there due to the chill of a constantly created leafchange wind. She is warm, but like soaking in a hotub during winter, it's a tireless competition between the two different temperatures. Then there's the death grip he's got on the spine he secured in hand before she launched up, the curl of his fingers against it threatening to lock into the shape permanently. The vice of his thighs and the pinch of his feet against her only serve to remind him he has got to stop skipping leg day so often.
This hardly matters though when the vibration of her roar, the snap of her wings, the vanishing speed of the ground all feels like it's a part of him too. He looses his own roar into the sky, paling against the rumble of hers.
She moves like gravity can't catch her, blurring along the horizon as if there's no limit that can contain her. Woven amongst the moments where he feels like falling to his death is imminent, there's serenity that slips in. When she coasts for a moment and the air doesn't pull so hard, everything just becomes quiet and calm. The night sparkles brighter than he remembers, and things that had seemed insurmountable become too small to even see.
It's a blast—literally when fire rushes out of her in a fantastic trick shot that sends them even higher. He barely has any breath left from the wonder of it all, but he finds enough to laugh still, his delight immeasurable. One cautious hand lifts to turn his fingers through the wind as she levels out for a moment, like stroking heaven's hair. He tilts it and turns it into a makeshift mouth between fingers and thumb and tries to eat the stars they fly past. She'd told him when he wanted to stop to shout, but what if he never wanted to?
He slouches with a contented sigh overtop her after a minute, his cheek pressed to the shape of her smooth scales. He knows he has to. It's already started to get late, and he has important things left to do, things that matter too much to leave them on the ground below forever even if they're dragging like irons for the time being. Gathering a fresh breath, he grips her tightly again, leaning forward to ensure the pitch of his howl is heard. "DYGRA IS THE BEST!"
This hardly matters though when the vibration of her roar, the snap of her wings, the vanishing speed of the ground all feels like it's a part of him too. He looses his own roar into the sky, paling against the rumble of hers.
She moves like gravity can't catch her, blurring along the horizon as if there's no limit that can contain her. Woven amongst the moments where he feels like falling to his death is imminent, there's serenity that slips in. When she coasts for a moment and the air doesn't pull so hard, everything just becomes quiet and calm. The night sparkles brighter than he remembers, and things that had seemed insurmountable become too small to even see.
It's a blast—literally when fire rushes out of her in a fantastic trick shot that sends them even higher. He barely has any breath left from the wonder of it all, but he finds enough to laugh still, his delight immeasurable. One cautious hand lifts to turn his fingers through the wind as she levels out for a moment, like stroking heaven's hair. He tilts it and turns it into a makeshift mouth between fingers and thumb and tries to eat the stars they fly past. She'd told him when he wanted to stop to shout, but what if he never wanted to?
He slouches with a contented sigh overtop her after a minute, his cheek pressed to the shape of her smooth scales. He knows he has to. It's already started to get late, and he has important things left to do, things that matter too much to leave them on the ground below forever even if they're dragging like irons for the time being. Gathering a fresh breath, he grips her tightly again, leaning forward to ensure the pitch of his howl is heard. "DYGRA IS THE BEST!"
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
