"I see. I would keep that in mind if we faced any other dragon. But don't expect me to run." Arad lowered his wings for Alcott and Ginger to get on his back. "I will use gravity magic to keep you in place. But hold tight. I'm worse than a horse, it seems." Arad referred to how both Nina and Mira found riding him painfully.
"I'm wearing armor," Alcott smiled, "And I can use magic. Just don't go overboard." Ginger smiled as they sat on his back, holding the rope.
"If it's you," Arad turned his head to Alcott, "Can you find someone to make me a saddle? I would like to start carrying Aella and Mira around without them being unable to walk afterward."
Alcott smiled, "You can count on me. I can get it done,"
Arad looked forward, Thud! Thud! He took a few steps, trouting like a horse as he picked up speed.
In the last step, Arad's front and hind legs compressed, and his knees bent as his muscles bulged. He needs space to flap his wings, and the trees around don't allow him.
