The stillness of the sky was almost startling to Logan as he looked around, listening for Lumara's answers. He didn't have to yell to be heard, and yet they were still floating on the breeze. It seemed dreamlike, with nothing supporting his ride but thousands of feet of air, the ground far, far, below with it's problems down there. He could see how Lumara felt at peace up here. There was literally not a single person that even approached this altitude for miles around, much beyond what Logan's dark eyes could see. It wasn't lonely, but more... free. Away from all the troubles, finally quiet. A sanctuary, he supposed. Although... the nearly pitch black eyes turned directly downward, staring down at the puny people below him. Such tiny beings in a huge world. So easy to... kill, to smash. There was a briefest moment as Logan calculated the range of his Mire tome, and realized how happy he was the results. Perfect. To be able to fling magic from here, no chance of retribution... it was a different kind of bliss, one much more sinister and grim. So [i]this[/i] was a new kind of power. The dark mage made a note to remain on good terms with the wyvern lord, if just for these tantalizing choices of relaxation and battle.

[b]"I'll assume that was a rhetorical question."[/b] Logan's response was as dry as the desert sands, tearing his eyes of the the horizon and the small specks that were the people going about their daily lives. He took the time to reach into his robes, pulling out his much worn Dying Blaze tome. It felt hot to the touch, even with the night's chill still set about the other books. The scent of burnt leather and merrily blazing wood filled the air, Logan breathing in deeply as the musty smell of wyvern and fire mixed, forming a scent cocktail that was usually only reserved for great battles. He loved it. [b]"Do you mind if I read? I haven't gotten peace and quiet like this since... Well, a long time ago. I promise not to fling magic off Caius unless explicitly needing too."[/b] He had already cracked the book open, devouring the knowledged hidden within the burnt pages(They fluttered in the breeze, small scraps flying off every now and again) and absorbing the sooty scent like a wet rag.