- Trafalgar POV -
The wyvern bucked beneath him, wings beating with enough force to rattle his bones. Trafalgar tightened his grip on the reins, jaw set as he fought to stay seated. His body swayed with every sudden dip and rise, the leather straps biting into his palms.
'Riding a horse was already tough enough… but this? This is like eighty times harder.'
The wyvern tilted sharply to the left, and Trafalgar nearly lost his footing. His stomach lurched as the world spun—sky above, jagged peaks below, the sheer drop threatening to swallow him whole. He clenched his legs against the saddle, forcing himself to move with the beast instead of against it.
'At least with a horse, you can pull the reins, steady it, and it'll listen after a while. This thing? It feels like raw muscle strapped to a pair of wings, and it doesn't care if I fall and splatter on the mountainside.'
