Not His Dragon
“She tugged the leather jacket Eoin insisted she wear tighter around her torso. The wind seemed to blow right through her even with her sweater.
They flew over wild lands full of green trees and open fields. She hadn’t seen a farm or a road in the last hour. Ahead, a mountain rose from the rolling hills as if something had punched the Earth’s crust from underneath.
Stark cliffs formed the sides of the mountain. The peak was flat as a pancake with a piece of the forest still thriving on top.
Eoin did a lazy circle around the summit. “Looks vacant.”
The leather harness strapping her to his back creaked as he dove to land. Angie clamped her teeth shut, refusing to squeal in terror. She almost lost her grip on the bag Eoin had packed.
In the center of the plateau a field of wild flowers grew. Eoin chose to glide to a stop here. He patiently laid on the ground as she undid the harness with numb fingers.
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