Hunger soon became the only thing keeping me awake. It was the siesta-time drowsies, man. I remember high school and college being the worst around this time, without healing magic to drain out my energy. Though I remember it not being so bad when I was a teenager, probably because I was of the rare breed of morning bird teen. Ten o' clock at night came around, I was out.
Speaking of teenagers, Gus came swooping in with all the gusto and drama of the American airforce, the sheer mass of his dragon ride displacing enough air to make momentary gale force winds. The horses whinnied, the carriages around us creaked and leaned, and Roman held his black bangs back from whipping him in the eyes with a very unimpressed look.
Gus didn't even bother landing his dragon. He just swooped in low and jumped down, armored and all.
I couldn't help but let out a small scream of fright.
"Knees! Knees! You stupid brat, have you no care for your knees!"