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The music, somewhat experimental with the combination of banjo and guitar, flowed around the draconic form of Owru. One could take this literally, given the nature of the Imagiverse; Music in itself is not that far away from magic, the two being two letters away from each other. The Chosen Ones found themselves tapping their feet and/or hands on the scaly surface to the beat. If one strained their third eye, they could just make out faint colourful patterns, like sheet music incarnated, weaving around Owru, under the wings, around the tail and brushing past the passengers. Jack, somewhat the Steve Vai of the Imagiverse, actually stood up on the neck, much to his comrades' horror, and strummed on the banjo vigorously, tapping his foot, or equivalent thereof, to the beat.
It was uncertain to the Chosen Few how he did not fall off until the sudden realisation crept up on them that they were feeling no air resistance whatsoever. They also noticed that, while still flying at an alarming speed, Owru was not flapping her wings. As always, Owru remained a mystery wrapped in an enigma. Wherever she came from, likely from near the Edge, the laws of physics were obviously completely different, if not non-existent.