This wasn’t so bad. She forced her tense muscles to unknot. It was almost like riding on Nahara. Almost. Snuggling down into Nahara’s soft fur brought a sense of comfort and security the sleek dragon did not. Kalayah undulated beneath her. Ryleigh tightened her grip just before the dragon banked toward the right. The shift in position cast a rainbow of opalescence as the multicolored stars reflected beautifully from Kalayah’s scales. The effect bordered on hypnotic. May even have been, if Ryleigh wasn’t so preoccupied with the need to find the Divination Stone. Kalayah turned again. Bitter cold wind slapped Ryleigh’s face, tore through her hair, and she risked releasing her hold for a quick second and pulled the sweatshirt hood over her head. The biting cold didn’t bother her that much, but the wind screaming in her ears was sheer torture. She buried her face as deeply as she could into the sweatshirt, inhaled deeply, and sought comfort in Jackson’s scent cocooning her.
