Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170806013615/@comment-5543592-20170808223639

Lyrenn pushed the window open aside with an easy wave of his hand. It was obviously some kind of Valyrian sorcery, because it seemed slid into the stone, sheathing itself.

"I'm reckless, not suicidal." Lyrenn snorted, pulling the dragon horn from it's ring on his hip, and bringing it to his lips. Leaning out the window, he blew through it. It's single, low bellow of a note ran for a second, before with a whoosh of air, Villentre's appeared in front of the window, and entwined itself around the tower. First, one yellow eyes with it's bladed pupil peered through, taking in the dragonrider and the Praetorian, before it slid forward, presenting the back of it's neck to them, before the shiny frills of it's head scales.

"Grab that spare saddle over there." Lyrenn pointed.