TWELVE THOUSAND FEET ABOVE EDEN CITY
Isheeni banked lazily above the clouds as the sun warmed both her and Aricia. She relished these moments when they could fly in silence and watch the sun rise on the horizon, stretching its hand across the land. The clouds below them were wispy thick, spots of ground clear, others slightly blocked from view. In was in these moments when Aricia's hand would absently stroke the scales at the base of her neck where her shoulders met. It was a habit she had started on Enurrua after her very first ride, and it continued to this day. It was an unconscious show of affection and devotion Isheeni knew, and it warmed her heart. The last year had surely brought them closer together than either had ever dreamed.
