When Roy was pulled onto the dragon's back by Orenna, Sermias, standing guard nearby, took half a step closer and was intimidated by the Frost Giant Dragon.
"Shh, shh."
Orenna soothed her mount and waved her hand at Sermias, "This is a way of entertainment for the two of us, gentlemen are not welcome to participate."
Roy shook his head, and Sermias silently held the short sword at his waist.
The dragon soared into the sky, taking the former teacher and student into the high air. The wind grew louder, and in the intense feeling of weightlessness, Roy hugged Orenna's waist, resting his chin on her neck.
This posture was more convenient for conversation.
But for the two of them now, it seemed a bit too intimate.
"How do you plan to obtain the power of the Core of the World?"
Roy asked, "I can feel it; you haven't acted on it yet."
Sitting in front, Orenna freed one hand to stroke Roy's soft black hair. Wispy clouds swept past them, stirring their hair and hems.
