It was most definitely a good day to go to the mall. Great weather, just enough hours for dining and shopping, and a bunch of excited companions who definitely weren't late today.
So surely it should be fine.
And for the most part, it was. But what do you know? For some reason, it was as if half of Eryndra thought it was a good day to go out today!
Because just what was this level of traffic?!
There could possibly be nothing more ironic than having a van full of beings with wings while being stuck in one hell of a traffic jam.
And yet there he was, Riley Hale Dravaryn, seated in the passenger seat of said matchbox, wondering why he allowed for such a disaster to happen.
See, traffic had never been a good thing, but people didn't really know what that meant because they had likely never been in such a small space with a bunch of dragons who had waited practically all their lives to visit the mall, only to be told they had to wait because others also wanted to visit said mall.
