Nova Peak to commandeer one of these ships

rhaegal could see the appeal in it, when he wasn't rattled by the height — he'd made the mistake of taking in the land that sprawls out beneath them and remembered the elevated height in which they stood. he takes an uneven breath, broken by his soft noise of relief when she agrees to head back down the peak.

slow and steady or fast and clumsy ( though instinct tells him that would only end in potential disaster ), he didn't much care how they descended the peak so long as they were back upon stable and relatively level earth soon.

rhaegal, at how her touch makes him aware of nerves he was otherwise not aware of, drawing a soft shudder along his spine, cannot hide his surprise. he is able to school his expression shortly, though, as he focuses his golden gaze upon the path back down.

it hadn't been a terrible climb, he assures himself, so surely the descent wouldn't be too bad either.