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The ship came to a halt some hours later at the western coastal city of Gelios.

Oros mounted on the saddle on Vaenyx and gestured for his companions to get on.

"I'd really rather ride on horseback..." Zoknal muttered. He quite disliked flying on dragonback.

"Valyria is quite mountanous, thanks to the Fourteen Flames. Travelling by horseback is extremely slow, and impossible in some cases. The best way to travel here is on dragons." Oros retorted. He was rather enthusiastic to get to ride the old golden dragon. The long voyage from Lys gave him few oportunities to do so.

Trego got on first, grabbing hold of the large spine of the dragon. "You better not drop us."

"Never." Oros assured him.

Zoknal cursed. "Have it your way." He got up on Vaenyx as well.

The dragon was 80 years old, so it was of reasonable size. Considered by the Dragonlords to be of medium to large size. It could carry three people, though at a slower speed.

The people in the docks of Gelios looked at the scene with disgust. It was unthinkable that a non-Valyrian would be allowed atop a dragon and there were two of them on Vaenyx.

"Your people seem cross with us." Zoknal pointed out.

"Valyrians are stuck up, it's in our nature. Don't let it bother you." Oros told him and kicked the sides of his saddle.

Vaenyx lunged into the air and opened his wings, then flapped them creating a powerful wind that rocked the ship. In moments the gold dragon flew off, heading to the east, towards Oros.