Some people would argue that certain aspects of what he was experiencing should be considered fine.
For one, the weather was great.
Two, the view should've been great. He was sure many would pay unimaginable sums just for the chance to see what he should've been enjoying.
And most of all, he was experiencing something rare. Truly rare. A mortal flying atop the dragon lord.
Because really, how many people could claim they'd mounted a dragon lord and lived to tell the tale?
Now, please bear in mind this was not the kind of mounting that should ever cross his mind, or anyone's mind for that matter. This was the survival kind—the kind where you risk your life in the hope of making it out alive.
Okay, scratch that. Even that sounded wrong.
Anyway. He was flying while riding on the dragon lord's back. There. Simple.
If only.
If only they weren't being pelted by magical wind blades while Riley screamed his guts out.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
