Snippet #1389776

Derius looked older than he was. He always looked older. The riding instructor petted his dragon and it roared in approval. "Good beast." Leading his creature to the top of a mountain cliff, he prepared for his daily training routine. In the distance he saw the Headmistress with her dragon. Smirking to himself, he leapt onto Abnäher and, saddle-less, he hung on tight as the black dragon flung itself off the cliff, diving downwards, wings folded towards its body.

Flying was exhilarating. Racing more so. Abnäher opened its wings just before they hit the ground and beat it quickly, soaring back into the air and increasing speed to soar higher, above the clouds.

Of course, this was much more higher than the cliff. "Ready?"

The dragon roared excitedly and didn't need Derius to spur it on as it entered into a headfirst dive, accelerating quickly and dropping like a stone.

Such was the life of a rider.