Draiss gave Daminor a look of part pity, part disgust, before shaking his head. "I wish I could fly myself, been a while since I got to fly in my dragon form, but I think the owls would probably keel over in fright when they saw me. And you will be fine, just enjoy the feeling of the wind on your face, and the view you will probably never get to see again in your life. Ever wonder why dragons spend most of their free time, when they aren't busy killing things or sleeping, flying? You can even get to write a song or something about it, and be one of the first bards to do so."