The Dark Territory
It was actually Tristan's first time riding a flying animal. Even so, this was certainly not the case for Virtaz, the blood elf in his memory. Because of that, for him, this new experience in flying felt quite unusual.
This time, however, Tristan was riding together with the silver-haired dark elf Iliana.
With his arm wrapped around the dark elf's waist, Tristan could feel the firmness of her body covered by the smooth black leather.
With the wind blowing past them as they flew in speed, Tristan could also smell the faint fragrance of her hair.
It would be a lie to say that the fragrance was not intoxicating him, however, he was not the type to easily lose himself.
"Enjoying yourself there?" Illana asked while glancing back, purposefully making her voice slightly louder so it could still be heard despite the blowing wind.
"Yes. Great view and great company, what is there not to like?" Tristan answered with a smile.