The Spire.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Blushing, Lacia climbed onto Mar's paw and up his shoulder, sitting with her legs tucked underneath her on his back. She was stoked to be in physical contact with the large dragon, and could barely contain excitement. Cursing her girlish crushes, she sat silently on Mar's back, close to the base of his tail, trembling slightly in anticipation. She's never flown before, at least not on top of a dragon. "I've got peanuts if you want some!" She giggled at Ereth's humor.

Nero spread his magnificent black wings, and with one beat, he shot upward, gliding down and descending smoothly onto Mar's back. He wasn't very comfortable with riding on a stranger's back, but he didn't know where they were going. Also, this was somewhat nostalgic; he remembered riding on his grandpa's back all the time.

"I'll work on em." Nera grunted as flames flared out from her shoulder blades like wings, resembling the flames from jet thrusters. She lifts off the ground and shuts them off in midair, doing a flip and landing in a crouched position on his back. She took her rucksack off and rested her back against it, crossing one leg over another as she lay on his back, just between his shoulder blades. "I'll navigate."