[ Fortunately for everyone involved, this is not Adra's first time flying. Many dragons--and other creatures--of Azeroth were amenable to partnerships. As the wind rushes around them, Adra thinks of his netherdrake, a great twilight-dark dragon that mostly gladly ferried him from place to place. He feels a jolt of homesickness in his gut, and his arms clinch around Jae-ha's waist as they glide along.
He swallows thickly, pressing his cheek to Jae-ha's back, imagining himself back in familiar skies, surrounded by the comforting sound of purple-black wings. ]
There.
[ He gestures--steadily, sure--to a park just below them. ]
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He swallows thickly, pressing his cheek to Jae-ha's back, imagining himself back in familiar skies, surrounded by the comforting sound of purple-black wings. ]
There.
[ He gestures--steadily, sure--to a park just below them. ]
It should be in there.