Riding A Black Dragon

The scales felt smooth at times, rough on some parts, yet equally hard under her soft palm but she felt more and more excited as she moved her hand along his head. 

"You feel warm."

In response, she heard a grunt from him once again, as if he was approving what she said. Maybe it was mere intuition, but she swore she could feel the difference between his responses to her. 

"Draven?"

He opened his eyes and looked at her and she could see her entire body's reflection in that large red eye of his.

She offered him a gentle smile. "I was wrong, you are not scary."

He slowly rubbed his head against that tiny palm of hers, being careful not to hurt her. He heard her continue, "Your wings are beautiful, so big. They must stir everything up around you whenever you fly."

Something flickered in his eyes, and the next moment, Ember felt her body being lifted in air by an invisible force.