*Bonder*
*Hatchling*
*Sr.fledgling*
*Adult*
*Catena Island*
*High is the sky above the land
*Dínorel felt the elation of the wind flying around him. Seoltath swept his wings again and they gained even greater altitude. The land whized by below them at amazing speed. He loved this. The wind, the clouds floating, the mist about them, the feeling of power and freedom was euphoric. Dínorel's training came back to him like a slap and he checked to make sure Seoltath was not straining himself with his first flight.
I'm not. The dragon told him mentally. It is much more fun flying with you, Dínorel.
The man smiled. Thank you, dear one. He glanced down towards the landscape far below. That reminded him of the last time he had been air born. He felt the pain of his heart return. Dínorel missed the land of his home, the trees, the mountains. He hadn't seen a single niphredil since the day he left Ennor.
Soon now, my friend. Soon. The dragon told him with a reassuring rumble. Dínorel glanced up into the great slanted eye.
I hope so. It pains me not to know if Aldanur is dead or still in the land of the living. If he is dead... Rage swelled within him and his knuckles grew white as he gripped the safety strap tightly.
They say we must return. Seoltath reported calmly. Dínorel took a deep breath to calm himself and ordered Seoltath to land.
Above the waters, above the sand
Above all creatures here below
*Above all people, friend or foe
Will you ever come down from there?
Towards the land, from clouds and air*