Re: Journey By Dragon
The cold, at least, was not a concern for Petra.
Warded by the power of the Gods, the temperature was comfortable.
However, it was the only that could be called so.
As the wind whipped and hurtled about her, driven up and forth by Hermod's mighty pinions, she did her best not to look down. The whole thing was just more manageable if she didn't do so. She'd deduced that right away.
She trusted to Hermod to know what distance to keep between them and the dragon. She did not want to fall behind, but staying too close seemed unwise. Just in case of any unexpected or spontaneous maneuvers.
Noting Tugdual not far away, she wondered if flying was all old hat (or, old bear skin) for him, now. Or, more likely, if he inherited the chosen shape's instincts, which would make the whole thing a damn sight easier.
As for herself...doing this would be an acquired taste. So she kept telling herself, at least.