Sickly Rebeller

A panicked Sera was a funny Sera.

Able to soar the boundless skies huddled on the spines of rotting dragon corpses, this without even a seatbelt keeling her steady - and yet somehow it was the vroom vroom of bloody gears and wheels strapped together with some chain that did her in into submission.

Seriously… I was even driving like a good ten miles below the speed limit. She either flies like a snail given wings or she's simply just a fraud with a magical green screen. The latter sounds more realistic.

By the time we reached the driveway of the house, using just my bare feet as momentum for the homestretch, her hold around me was still firm as stone. 

This girl's got mad grip. I guarantee if I'm ever able to pry her loose… I'm gonna be seeing some marks like I just wrapped a noose over my waist. 

"We're here."

I killed the engine, pulled down the stand, and promptly began to try and unbuckle my seatbelt.