Kain felt like he was on top of the world. Literally.
Sitting atop a dragon—a red dragon, no less—had been a childhood dream of his, and now that dream had come true.
He couldn't resist running his hand along Vauleth's scales, admiring the way they gleamed like polished rubies in the sunlight.
'The kids at the orphanage would probably be shocked if they saw me right now. I must look so handsome,' Kain thought, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his face. If only there were a mirror—or better yet, an audience. Surely, anyone who saw him would think, Wow, now that's a dragon knight!
The wind whipped past him as they soared at a moderate pace through the air, the rescued Elorians and some Order members without flying mounts were travelling below on foot or with their own mounts. It was a slow march for most of the group, but for Kain, it was glorious.
Well, mostly.