no titleAlyssa clung to Frostathian, the ice dragon plunged into the clouds, his wings slowly unfolding to slow him down, he banked, gliding over the tree line, claws brushing the tops. He landed on the ground, using his movement to carry him forward, ducking into the trees. His silver scales glittered in the faint light, he growled softly in disgust, looking for their pursuers.no title by WolfPawsteps
Alyssa tried to catch her breath; she looked down at her hands, still clutching Frostathian’s shoulders.
You’re a talented rider. Frostathian’s quiet, calm voice rang in her mind, a soft soothing bell.
“We’re a talented pair.” She corrected, almost smiling, not every pair could handle a fight like that without the rider falling off. Frostathian always remembered he was half of a team.
Frostathian raised his head to listen, backing further into the woods, the branches scraping over his scales, several breaking off as he pushed them back.
They’re still looking for us.
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