At Gnol's remark about his death stare, Trevor glared at the dwarf. This journey could be pleasant if others wouldn't bother him. His horse was calm, surprisingly so considering there were dragons here. "You trained your horse well," the big dragon in the back rumbled. "I have no use for a skittish horse," Trevor replied curtly. "I'm afraid of heights," Meria stated. "If the dragons will walk I'll gladly accept the invitation to ride on one, but if they will fly, I will walk." "But flying is fun!" Linda said as she flew around Meria's head. "For you, perhaps," Meria replied. Mikhal turned to Meria. "I wouldn't let you walk alone," he said. "When Bäckahäst joins us we could fly, Bäckahäst is certainly fast enough to keep up with them, but until then I guess it will be walking pace." He gestured to Alan. "And he is right too; if anyone is looking for dragons they will see us flying. Going the first part on ground is probably safer." Rachel gave Fiona a tap on her neck and the yellow dragon beat her wings and lifted into the sky. It looked like everyone was ready and it was time to fly to their base. The place would probably be deserted; the Silver Order had too many casualties. It hurt to know she would never see many of the riders she had known so well.