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this idea rushed into Sarah’s mind and she was about to
voice those concerns when her stomach gave an unpleasant lurch and they were
airborne.
    ‘I’m gonna die,
I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die.   Sarah
repeated the mantra over and over as she closed her eyes tightly against the
wind and stomach churning fear.   Suddenly
the unpleasant shaking stopped and all she could feel was the cool wind in her
face and the muscles of Bryson’s wings rhythmically undulating underneath.
                “How’re
you doing back there, Sarah?”   Raven
asked.
                Sarah
responded by burying her face in Raven’s back and hugging tighter.  
                “You
really should look around you.   Not many
people get a view like this in their lifetime.”
                Steeling
her resolve, Sarah opened her eyes.   The
sight took her breath away.   To their
right, the sun gleamed orange over a sea of puffy white clouds.   To her left, she could see Vestavia stretched
out to the other horizon with the ever present gray smog of pollution hanging
over it.   “This is amazing.”   She finally managed to say, still staring
blankly at the world she knew from an unaccustomed angle.
                Raven
laughed, “Glad you like it.   When you’re
a little more comfortable, why don’t we ask Bryson to show off a bit?”
                Though
she didn’t exactly care for the way that sounded, Sarah got the feeling she was
going to see Bryson show off sooner or later so she might as well get it over
with.   “Let’s do it now.”   No sooner than the words left her mouth, she realized
her mistake.
                Bryson
started out by turning over and flying upside down.   Sarah felt everything she had ever eaten
starting to come back up while Raven cackled loudly.   Bryson responded by doing a few loops in the
air and Sarah found herself actually beginning to enjoy the sensation.
                Then
the world fell out from underneath them, or at least that’s what it felt like
to the poor girl who had never flown on back of a mythological creature
before.   Bryson was in a nose dive,
heading straight for the ground.   Sarah
screamed at the top of her lungs.
    Raven just kept
laughing.   “Hunker down like this,” She
instructed, lowering her torso on top of the dragons neck, “and hold on tight!”
                Sarah
wondered who in the hell would want to offer less wind resistance when the
ground was rushing up to meet them at such an unexpectedly quick pace.   They were in a valley she had never seen
before now, the jagged peaks racing skywards to either side but Bryson was
still plummeting.   Sarah could see
individual trees now.   They couldn’t be
more than a hundred feet off the ground.   Seventy feet now and she could see rocks.   Forty feet and she thought she spotted an
anthill at the place there were going to crash.   She braced for an impact that never came.   At twenty feet, Bryson spread his wings and
they raced along, not more than a yard above the valley floor, hurtling towards
a wall of dark granite.   Sarah barely had
time to recognize the new danger, so she didn’t scream as Bryson rocketed
upwards just before hitting the stone.   In seconds they were back above the clouds, the blonde trembling in
relief, the redhead and dragon both roaring joyfully.
                “Are
you ok, Sarah?”   There was laughter in
Bryson’s voice.
                “If
you fell something warm on your back, I just spilled my coffee.”   Sarah muttered, which set the other two off
again.
                The
trio settled down as they winged their way to Valentria, a patchwork of tan fields
passing below them.   A short while later
Raven turned to Sarah.   “You realize
you’re safer up here than you are anywhere on the ground, right?   Now that you’re our friend, neither of us
would