The wyvern's claws slammed against the frozen stone, scattering snow in a violent spray. Trafalgar swung his leg over the saddle and slid down, boots crunching against the icy ground. The warmth of the beast's body vanished the instant his feet touched the plateau, replaced by a cold so sharp it cut to the bone.
'God damn, my balls are going to freeze up here. The wyvern kept me warm, but out here it's cold as hell.'
He exhaled, his breath fogging thick in the air, and pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders. The others dismounted with practiced ease, their movements elegant despite the biting wind. Knights hurried to steady the wyverns, while handlers secured reins and checked saddles. The creatures folded their wings with heavy snaps, their guttural hisses echoing across the plateau.
