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Lyrenn slipped into the front saddle, and held onto the pommel with one hand.

"Let's go!" He shouted to the dragon, slapping it's side.

Villentre's long body slowly unwrapped from the Spire, and began to plummet through the air, towards the ground.

While it was utter terrifying, the streets of Valyria racing up towards them at terminal velocity, Lyrenn was laughing, as if this was some kind of fantastic joke.

Villentre wing's pumped once, the wind roaring in their ears, and their descent slowed. The wings moved again, and they began to pitch upwards, follow by another beat of the wings. They steadied out, and the pacing of the powerful beats of Villentre's wings became regular.

They soared between towers, and under bridges and archways, Villentre deftly navigating the skies.

"How're you doing, Barrin?" Lyrenn called back. The delight in his voice was clear, as aware how uncomfortable this experience was for the Andal, who had spent most of his life on ground.