Fiddling with the front of your armor, you listens to the wind and lets your anger fully simmer down, hands patting at Clementine’s scales. You close your eyes, then snaps them open almost right away at hearing a quiet woosh of air nearby. There’s movement in the corner of your vision, someone on their dragon, and your lips curl into a scowl, annoyance flaring through you. Goodbye, calm moment.

“Oh, fucking come on, Wilbur!” You sits up with a huff, turning his head. “I said-” you’re ready to start yelling, but you falter in your words right there, feeling your voice die in you throat.

It’s not Wilbur.

But it is someone on a dragon.

You rest a palm onto Clem’s saddle with wide eyes, staring at a masked figure who’s armored up to hell with deep green colors, unfamiliar and strange. There’s streaks of bright blue painted across their chest, their arms, their mask, and at the back of your mind, you thinks it looks cool. Unfortunately, it’s hard to appreciate any of it with that hidden-away face looking right towards you, their eyes, while out of sight, still burning into your skin.

Clementine gives a screech, high-pitched and sharp, and your nearly about to tell her to soar, start a chase, but then there’s the sound of something heading towards you. Your turn to the side, then feels claws slam into you. They close around your arms and yank you up and off of Clem, leaving you dangling in the sky with your feet kicking.

“No!” You gasp, getting pulled up higher, immediately trying to get the dragon to let go, regardless of the fall.

They take you somewhere despite your frantic yelling and pleads to go get your dragon because she can’t swim.

They drop you into a a dark cave and you’re already familiar with the dragons and their smells and the fact that it’s kind of crowded.

You don’t notice the two strangers quietly climbing off their own dragons to the side, blending in with the creatures around them, staring and watching you with caution. They stay low to the ground, hidden in the shadows.