Cerul gasps in shock, at the dragon, hesitantly climbing onto her back, although Tyra's comment of "Don't worry, I won't bite. You," doesn't help any. Aviendha shakes her head, reverting to her form, as well. "I'll fly close enough," she says, and the four of them take off for the sky.<br/><br/>Tyra sets a lazy, easy to maintain pace, and Aviendha matches her flawlessly, keeping aside the passengers as if she were sitting next to them. The three women spend a good portion of the journey, getting to know one another; along with it, Aviendha opens up a bit more about herself, more than Draiss knew, previously, at least.<br/><br/>At the rate of travel, it will take nearly four days, to reach the indicated destination; it would take less, if the mortals didn't need rest, obviously.