As soon as Lumara had suggested he hang on tight, Logan did as such, his arms snaking around her midriff and drawing him close. The following rush was, for lack of a better word, exhilarating. Wind rushed past in a deafening roar, the dry air being mostly blocked by the wyvern and Lumara herself. The world dropped away as the sun's rise above the horizon was accented with altitude. Clear skies lay ahead and in front, the desert's signature heat seeming to increase as the beast rose. He could feel the beat of the wyvern's wings, every flap accented by a spasm of muscles in the lower back. There was no doubt that he was at the mercy of the rider(probably how she liked it, he assumed). There was only the trust that she wouldn't order the monster to throw him off. The fall would kill him violently, turning him from living man to bundle of flesh thrown against the hard packed sand. Logan, however, basked in the terror and excitment like the heat of his desert home. This was an experience that he'd never felt before and only considered possible by remote reasons, and thus it was wonderful. 

As the draconic form of Caius leveled off high above the sandy ground, Logan took a chance to looked around as Lumara had suggested. He remained still and nearly slient for quite some time, before a faint squeal of excitement escaped from his lips, curving them into a smile. [b]"Amazing! This is... everything I could I hoped for! This is experience that I can use! I can learn here! I can see here! Plegia has never looked so small, and yet so large! I... I enjoy this."[/b] His grin was both toothy and almost infectiously happy. This was worth the chair to the face, the questions, the knowledge that he'd be traveling with less than intelligent people, and all the other bad things that had made up his morning. This was pure pleasure, and he'd damn well make the most of it. [b]"...It's brilliant. You enjoy being up here? Can you tell much about what's on the ground? Have you ever engaged in a fight this high up?"[/b]