Nova Peak to commandeer one of these ships

aye, speaks rhaegal in murmured agreement with her words. he couldn't imagine living a life away from the sea, though who was to say where this path of life would take him. he was so confident he might find a home among one of the sea packs in these wilds but life was unpredictable and there was no way to know for sure if that was true.

he might find himself living in a forest or by a creek or — this thought brings with a small noise that was akin to a gulp — on a mountain.

he pushes these thoughts away as she races forward, up the sloping curve their path has progressively taken. wearily, rhaegal eyes it before he pushes himself into a run after her; long legs covering the loose rock of the path with a quickness that did not feel so quick.

heart thuds rapidly within its prison of flesh and bone as he joins her at the ridge just as the sun begins to set the horizon alight. he takes an uneven breath; golden gaze soaking up the brilliant, vivid colors of the sunrise; flowing across the dark canvas of sky like spilled paints.

what a view. breathes the seadragon in quiet awe.