Aria certainly hadn't excepted to go on a flight, and she certainly hadn't thought she was in danger until she was about 200 feet in the air. That's when it occurred to her that she was above the trees and in the claws of a gigantic beast. Eyes widening as well as they could with the sheer amount of wind whipping at her, she started screaming, pounding at the talons as if doing so would make him bring her back to the ground and leave her be.

But no, that didn't seem to be the case. Eyes watering from both fear and drying out from the air, she kept struggling as well as she could, though it probably felt like an ant in its clutches. She was going to die, she was going to die at such a young age, and as the meal of a dragon of all things!