[The weight against him is no weight at all. The fingers on his head, however, are distracting, and Nehnahlmey thrums. He considers simply dropping to the earth for a nap.
Instead, after some effort, he takes to the night sky with the magic afforded to dragons and rides the wind to their destination.
They come to an ice field. Nehnahlmey circles the area once, seeking out a stable place to land, before dropping elevation. Eventually, he touches the ground, his back legs absorbing most of the impact in an effort to minimize the chance of knocking Alain from his seat.]
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Instead, after some effort, he takes to the night sky with the magic afforded to dragons and rides the wind to their destination.
They come to an ice field. Nehnahlmey circles the area once, seeking out a stable place to land, before dropping elevation. Eventually, he touches the ground, his back legs absorbing most of the impact in an effort to minimize the chance of knocking Alain from his seat.]