She'd stopped falling, she realised.
Neveah's eyes snapped open to find she no longer stared up at the sea of blue that was the skies, but instead large golden scales now covered her line of sight.
Her eyes widened. Not in horror, or terror or anything of the sort. Just in a silent myriad of feelings that surged through her, faster than she could identify or comprehend.
There was a tight, rough grip around her torso. Not tight enough to suffocate, just enough that she didn't fall.
Her eyes scanned the grip around her, and the realisation dawned almost instantly. Just as a calm, steadying voice filled her mind.
'Beloved. I'm here now... I'm here.'
Dragon! It was a dragon!
Unlike the last one she'd met, this beast was dusted in golden scales, with wings that spanned wide enough to overwhelm the skies.
She couldn't see much from her vantage point, only that the ground and the battle below was getting further and further away as they climbed to a higher altitude.
