Carlos could barely keep up with Wardragon. They had flown straight north over the harbour to the ocean beyond away from Dragonstone and her noise. The night was clear, and the moon wasn't yet full, reflecting her glory in the water below. It was beautiful out here, quiet except for the noise of the wind. Carlos loved flying, it was total freedom and a rare trait among vampires he felt lucky to have.
Carlos and Wardragon followed and tracked a small pod of balaena for a while. The white whale-like creatures were breaching and Carlos was so close at one stage the balaenas water spout hit him, and he ended up soaking wet. It was a great cause for mirth, especially as looking down into the ocean it seemed the balaena themselves seemed to be laughing along with them. They were the mischief
