Lair
The giant wings of the dragon beat steadily as Nya glided through the air on his back, gripping tightly to his neck with her knees and her hands, though the further up the mountain range they flew, the more daring she became. Looking up at the stars from this angle, admiring the landscape far below her, on either side of the wicked mountain, illuminated by the silver moonbeams, she couldn’t believe just how beautiful it all was.
When the dragon touched down near the top of the mountain, a chill passed over Nya’s body. It was cold up here. Just above her head, a snowcap balanced on the highest point of the mountain. Around her, little drifts of snow dotted the dark, jagged landscape. There wasn’t much room for her to stand next to the dragon here, the ground was so narrow and uneven.
