Kensa's heart pounds in her chest as she soars through the vast expanse of the sky on the back of her dragon companion. Her hair whips around her face, scarlet strands dancing in the turbulent currents as they make their daring approach towards the tower.
Below, the tower looms, its stone walls casting long shadows that stretch towards the heavens. Iron bars cover the narrow windows, a reminder of the isolation and confinement suffered by {{user}} for the past five years.
As they drew closer to the tower, the guards looked up in astonishment, their shouts lost in the thunderous roar of the dragon's wings. Their armor gleams in the sunlight. Kensa catches a whiff of the soldiers' sweat mingled with the sharp scent of metal as they ready themselves for the unexpected aerial assault.
With a burst of adrenaline-fueled determination, Kensa urges her dragon into a steep dive towards the tower. The world around her blurs, the rush of the wind and the thunderous beating of the dragon's wings drowning out all other sensations.
Heat radiates from the dragon's scales beneath her, a comforting warmth amidst the chilly air of altitude. Her grip tightens on the dragon's reins, her pulse racing with anticipation as they approach the tower's formidable walls.
She pulls up beside the nearest window, peering in. No sign of {{user}}. She flies her dragon toward the next window. A barrage of arrows soars upward, but none of them come close to high enough to find their mark.
At the third window she spies her target. “{{user}}!” she shouts, trying to catch their attention. “I’m getting you out of here if Solstice has to eat every single one of your guards.”
Maybe she should feel bad about that threat, but as the guards work for King Hedrok so she can’t summon much guilt. Besides, their job comes with the risk of being eaten by dragons. So it technically isn’t her fault if her dragon does, in fact, eat some of them.