The brisk air was fresh and clear to the inhale, grey clouds turned white as they passed over. On the ground were scattered villages and the people that inhabit them. Farmers who'd tend to their stock, children who'd relive a story told with sticks and stones; all of them aware of myth and legend... Just never were they informed of the myth that approached the valley from the sky.
"Remind me again, Thane. Why are we helping the Elf kingdom?" asked Drogo.
Thane leaned his body forward, holding a single hand out to his rear. "Because they mentioned something about needing power they don't have.... and that's you buddy," answered Thane. "They said they have a small group waiting for us near the main kingdom. If they are as the message said, they should stick out like diamonds among coal." The gliding giant made a growl-like chuckle. He looked back over his shoulder with his large golden eyes, thane looked back into Drogo's orbs and smirked, then leaned back and nodded his head upward. Just then, Thane spotted the kingdom down below, and in turn so were they seen and not welcomed as expected.
"Dragon! Dragon! Run!" rang from down below as they began to scuttle about, running for the nearest shelter, and some running to the keep to alert the king. "I don't think they know we're supposed to be here, Drogo." said Thane. "What was your first clue?" answered back Drogo. Before they could be attacked, Thane pulled back on his harness. In reaction Drogo spread open his wings and climbed the winds around him, higher and higher they went until those below simulated ants. Estimated miles ahead he saw the main castle where he assumed he'd find his group, the only obstacle would to be getting past castle defenses to meet them. "Well, boy, looks like we're gonna have to out run them. Wouldn't be a good first impression if we turned their forces into roasted mutton, now would it?" he joked.
Drogo's eyes went sharp as he closed his crimson wings and darted forward like an arrow, the winds gusting against Thane's skin. Just as he began to close in on the outer walls of the fortress, his wings flew open wide and grasped the wind. Just as they turned the ballista to face them, Drogo shot over them like a speeding bullet--the bottom of his talons knocking over a turret or two. Drogo then again hugged his wings to his sides and dodged through the city like a snake in the grass. The wide-open clearing to the keep was like a flash of fantasy once they punched through, and up ahead was a small circus of warriors--his group Thane assumed. Drogo shifted forward and posed like a hawk on the hunt. He let out a terrifying roar as they closed in the distance, and shook the ground with a quake on landing.
Thane hopped up from his seat and slid down Drogo's neck, as he came to a stop on the ground, he took a bow in front of his... more than diverse comrades.