"Where are you taking me, Arkan?" Lyria asked. She was sitting on top of Arkan's neck as the dragon flew through the air. The night was deep, and the wind caressed her cheeks gently. She tried to catch the clouds with her hands, but her fingers only felt the cold.
Arkan thought it was cute, and he wanted to tease her. He dropped their height in the air suddenly. Shocked by the sudden fall, Lyria shrieked. She hugged Arkan's neck in fright.
"Arkan!" She cried out in annoyance.
The dragon's laughter rumbled in the quiet night sky. "Hold on tight," he said playfully, "we're going very high above again."
"Wai–"
Before Lyria could finish her sentence, Arkan had lurched to the night clouds. They were so high that Lyria felt she could touch the moon and the stars themselves.
"Arkan, thi
