275 The Shadow: Attack I

Meld felt Gronn's scaly back shift and rock under her with an undulating chaos far more intense than the wildest of horsebacks. Winds buffeted her, making her figure length black cape flutter wildly. She kept a hand atop her head, holding down her broad brimmed hat so that it did not go flying off. 

This was the first time Meld had ever traveled on a dragon, and though it was not the first time she had ridden on a flying mount, she had to admit this was far different. There was something about the scale of it.

Standing atop a creature that stood at the pinnacle of the food chain whose every grunt shook her like an earthquake, whose every wing beat sounded like explosions, gave her a sense of security.