Dragon and rider were eager, as most were.  Rolf found throughout the trip that he had to reign Forge in to keep to Keltor's orders against fancy acrobatics.  The dragon knew this was a good flight, and was eager to show off in front of so many dragons, both familiar and strange.  As the flight wore on, however, Forge became easier to control as he started getting antsy to land.  Both were glad that Forge hadn't needed to carry all of their gear the entire trip.  He had left his iron bound oak shield and steel tipped lance with Inirath, leaving Forge with just Rolf, his armor and spare clothes and supplies.  They were still feeling a little too heavy as the land came into view.  

When he saw it, Forge gave a great flurry of flapping and started to accelerate, moving ahead of the formation.  Rolf pulled the reigns and flooded his companion with his feelings of displeasure at the lapse in discipline.  He got annoyance back from the dragon, and knew he was being hypocritical.  

He didn't openly acknowledge the action, and when they landed(Forge was small and did not in fact knock any trees over) Rolf immediately stripped the saddle and bags from his mount and friend.  When that was done, he gave Forge a quick rub down, and only then did he start picking pieces of his armor off.  

He stopped when he was half stripped and sat down on a rock, filling his pipe to take a break as everyone else landed and dismounted.  

"Nice little ride, eh?" he called out to the other riders, resisting the urge to massage his thighs.