Morcant pumped his arms as his satchel clinked at his side, the bottles softly tinking as he ran towards the cliff. He saw a group already gathered and he felt horrible, he was indeed terribly late. Wheezing he stopped, hands bracing upon his knees, his shirt was sweaty from where his pack was slung over his back. The pack held everything, stuffed from being in a hurry that morning. It was filled with clothes, a journal, quil and ink, his seal, and the letter.<br/><br/>The letter had come a few days ago to his small cabin in the middle of the forest outside the city. He had glanced at it in almost disbelief when the page boy had brought it, it’s edges were crisp, most likely made from birch bark, the seal was that of the royal family. Popping it open he allowed his eyes to scan it over and soon filled with joy. This was his opportunity! He had been one of the Dragon Riders chosen to go on an investigation. The investigation entailed the Kingdom of Neyr, he wondered what could have possibly gone wrong, but had already busied himself packing and stuffing things into his pack, it really wasn’t all that much, the heaviest item he ever took was his axe, which sat in a hip holster upon his hip.<br/><br/>That had been the day before yesterday, and now he stood late in front of the King, breathless, and red faced as his curled hair spiked from the wetness.<br/><br/>“Y-Your…Your” but he had already been cut off from his panted introduction as the King had spoke his farewells. Swallowing he leaned up and groaned, his hazel eyes soon catching the sight of a woman stepping to the edge of the cliff, then jumping off. It wasn’t but a few seconds later that she swooped up into the sky atop the back of a brown dragon.<br/><br/>Stepping to the edge of the cliff himself, he took a deep breath and glanced down, there she was, sitting there atop a rock in the sun, her opalescent scales shimmering hues of pink, blue, and violet in the sun. That great horned head, the slender and long snout, she was a graceful thing, the moment was very serene. Then he went a ruined it by belting out.<br/><br/>“Liatha!” Morcant was happy to see her turn her head, their eyes meeting and the connection between them vibrating like a silken string of a spiders web. She knew he was there, and he could feel her readying herself to catch the male.<br/><br/>Chuckling he turned to the King with a great bow his head dipping low as he spoke in a cool confident voice, “Your Majesty, I hope to arrive back with enough pieces to bow properly,”  just as the air behind him exploded in a rush of air from the fast gliding draga. Her shimmering talons glinting as she gripped his tough pack and swooped away with her companion.<br/><br/>“I was gonna jump you know,” he crossed his arms as Liatha looked under her gliding form the the male she carried in her clutches.<br/><br/>‘I know, but you were taking to long,’ came the soft whisper within his mind, chuckling he stroked the scales upon her right leg, a few were discolored and crooked, just one of the scars from their battle. Mor smiled as he shouted above the wind.<br/><br/>“Okay, help me to your back!” he let out a soft gasp as the draga slowly lifter her arm closer to her chest giving her companion places to grip as he used her spines to gain purchase, before sitting astride her. Morcant watched her wings buffeting in the wind and thrust his fists into the air as his burgundy cloak billowed behind. “YEAH!” Feeling his excitement Liatha rose higher into the cloud bank, her lithe lean form cutting the air currents as they picked up speed gaining on the brown dragon.