Snippet #2392470

The day had come.

She had packed very little in the way of clothing. The maids had all made sure that she knew how to use everything properly, knew at least how to take care of herself. There was an abundance of fruit within the bags that hung from the saddle upon the massive undead dragon. Catira, in something new today, something she had never worn in the past, wore a pair of pants and a long-sleeved shirt. Not the usual flashy dresses or Victorian skirts. They had even given her a little red hat with ear flaps so she wouldn't get too cold in the mountains.

It was a tearful goodbye for the maids, but it was also a relief on their part, as well. No more hulking, undead dragon for who knew how long. But no more little Catira. Perhaps it was for the best. They all missed Casren quite a bit, as well. Maybe the girl wouldn't die under the dragon's watchful...lack of eyes.

And so, the small girl and the dragon set out, Catira clambering onto Mortuus' back, hanging onto the large spikes there. She strapped herself into the saddle, then kept herself close to the beast's neck. With a running start, and a flap of her wings, Mortuus rocketed into the air, toward the mountains to the north.