There was a fluttering noise above Faye's head. It was the noise of Arvon's wings flapping in the high winter winds like the silk banners being unfurled at the Everton fortress. She watched as their span stretched wide on each side of his enormous body.
She could feel a powerful upward thrust come from his body as his gigantic frame lifted from the ground and carried them effortlessly into the starry night sky.
It was a beautifully serene sight, looking out over the Halan forest at night.
The treetops were all covered in a dusting of snow that glittered brilliantly, like diamonds in the faint moonlight.
She felt the cool breeze brush against her cheeks, causing her platinum locks to whip and dance around her face. Each pulse of the dragon's wings made the tree branches bend. She noticed the faint sound of wind whistling through the forest below, accompanying them on their journey to the next destination.
