"Couldn't have been better." Oberon said grudgingly, as he slouched up against a tree with his helmet in his lap.

The ride itself was, well, boring- as to be expected honestly. The only chuckle he got out of it was at the beginning, when Keltor quite bluntly put Caitra down, that was amusing. As they took off, he had decided that it was a bad idea to sleep with so many who didn't follow a tight formation, as he didn't know if they would crash into Sicarus. This was surprisingly a very mixed group of people, coming from all over Caerel and their experiences could be put into question. Oh well, Oberon was sure they would all be tested in the days to come, maybe then they could prove themselves. He would rest at ease for the time being, and as that little island came into view it was like a godsend. 

Oberon had quite literally been awake for over twenty four hours, once he calculated the time it took him to get to Draketooth Mountain and then the ten hour journey. Sicarus felt it as well and they were both drifting into sleep mode. His poor dragon had landed, knocked over a tree with a loud crack and then slumped over it, falling asleep in no time at all. During the flight Sicarus was as somber as usual, occasionally emitting a low growl if he saw another dragon trying to show off. There was nothing to prove here, this was a mission and it needed to be preformed with dignity and a level of maturity, rivaling professionalism. 

Oberon sighed then said, "Wake me up if i'm needed." he then crashed next to Sicarus and quickly fell asleep.