There's a hole in my heart that's bleeding
Noah felt the way her excitement leapt the distance between ship and sky like a spark catching dry tinder. A rumbling sound built in his chest, not heat this time but amusement, a deep, rolling chuff that carried on the wind like muted thunder. He wheeled higher, wings carving a wide arc through the air. The open and vast sky answered him. He drew in another breath and loosed a second stream of fire, longer this time, a ribbon of white hot heat that twisted and braided as he angled his head, painting luminous spirals against the blue.
Joy surged through him, bright and boyish despite the monstrous form he wore. He banked, laughing again in that low, rumbling way. But beneath the mirth, experience and wisdom kept a steady hand on the reins. At her question, Noah's ears snapped back into his thick scruff and he shot his eyes at her, a firm look followeed by the even firmy shake of his great head. This longheat did not need their help in starting anything on fire, that was for sure.
Not wanting to stay in that sternness too long, though, Noah lifted his head towards the open sky once more. Another plume blossomed from his jaws, brief and brilliant, then vanished. He snapped it off and coasted, letting the heat bleed away into the wind. When he looked back toward the Firecracker, his wings flared in a showy, playful flourish.
But its given me strength I needed to carry on
