[se] a rollercoaster kind of rush

Alys's first thought was, perhaps surprisingly, not that the young man was mad to be so enthralled by his dragon's flight, but rather that no companion had any right to have that many names. She froze in place, kite half-raised, little dragon clinging to the wooden frame and scraps of fabric and rising, rising, rising into the air. Alys stared first at Pipsqueak, then at Koa, then at Sascha, who looked up from her jerky with a sort of mental shrug that told Alys that her companion was at just as much of a loss as she was. Then there were - wait, was he crying? Alys had pretty good luck when it came to strangers - most everyone she'd met in Caido had been kind to her. Normal, even. This interaction? Definitely not normal. "That, uh, looks like flight?" Alys said after a moment, her voice lilting into a question mark, because honestly, what the fuck else were dragons supposed to do? alys glasse