The saddle, made of finely worked leather and metal, was imbued with shape adjusting magic. Michael draped it over the area between Marcus's shoulders. The saddle automatically expanded to fit perfectly against his massive frame. He tightened the straps securely around Marcus's body, ensuring a snug fit.
"Alright, Marcus. Try jumping a bit," Michael instructed.
Marcus leaped into the air without hesitation, testing the saddle's stability. Despite his vigorous movements, the saddle remained firmly in place. Satisfied, Michael climbed onto the saddle, gripping the reins embedded between Marcus's scales. Marcus, in turn, crouched low to make it easier for Michael to mount. Once everything was secured, Michael called out, "Let's go!"
With a powerful beat of Marcus's enormous wings, they rose swiftly into the sky. The ground fell away beneath them as Michael marveled at the stunning view of the open sky, the vast landscape below, and the distant mountain range.
