[ Rocket's joy is infectious and everything Hilda hoped when she had suggested the idea to take Waffle for a ride.
Her smile grows, practically splitting her face with joy. Rocket's excitement is enough of a signal for her to keep urging them on. Her thighs tighten around the saddle. It's all the prompt that the wyvern needs to put on another burst of speed.
Domains blur beneath them as they race overhead. The wind bites at her cheeks and tangles her hair in a way that she had grown to enjoy over her years of learning how to ride. Both are a small price to pay for the exhilaration of rocketing through the sky thousands of feet above the ground. It feels silly that she had been so frightened about the flying and wyverns before. Nothing else can compare to this feeling.
Eventually Hilda brings them back around to their spot above his spaceship, Waffle's wings beating as he keeps them suspended in the air. Leaning from behind him, he'll be able to hear the grin in her voice. ]
Well, what do you think? Is it as fun as a jetpack?
you can pry them from my cold dead hands!!!
Her smile grows, practically splitting her face with joy. Rocket's excitement is enough of a signal for her to keep urging them on. Her thighs tighten around the saddle. It's all the prompt that the wyvern needs to put on another burst of speed.
Domains blur beneath them as they race overhead. The wind bites at her cheeks and tangles her hair in a way that she had grown to enjoy over her years of learning how to ride. Both are a small price to pay for the exhilaration of rocketing through the sky thousands of feet above the ground. It feels silly that she had been so frightened about the flying and wyverns before. Nothing else can compare to this feeling.
Eventually Hilda brings them back around to their spot above his spaceship, Waffle's wings beating as he keeps them suspended in the air. Leaning from behind him, he'll be able to hear the grin in her voice. ]
Well, what do you think? Is it as fun as a jetpack?