This early on into the experience he wasn’t expecting her to enjoy it. Blizzard had seen many humans take to the sky for the first time and few took to it very well. Most ascended with screams bellowing from their throats and arms clutching tight at the dragon. Had he known the times in which they were enemies first hand than he might have confused it for a stranglehold and a battle cry. This love of flight must be in her blood. He drifted onward over dark seas with a map marked by the stars and let the silent currents carry him with only a brief glance backwards in the direction from which they had come. He’d mark it in his memory. 

For awhile their flight was without turmoil but about an hour in something in the air had changed. He’d dipped gradually lower as dark clouds accumulated in the sky and turned in the direction of land. Despite how badly he wanted to put that last island VERY far behind them he would not risk her so… foolishly. His body jarred as his feet hit the ground and his momentum continued as he carried them further inland. He stopped in a surrounding of ancient trees and warmed the earth with his fire. 

No doubted she’d be tired. It’d be best they rest now and wait out the approaching storm. He lay down to signify his intentions, hoping she’d make some sense of it. Human could be very daft.