[video: locked to Predaking/Wing/Irja]

[10_20_15_5_50]

Hey, you guys.

[Sam sounds serious, but there's an anticipation at the edges of her attitude---something in the set of her shoulders, or the hand hovering, half-curled, over her collarbone.]

I've got everything I need, so I'll be ready to try to send a message soon.

[She straightens and smiles, pleased to say:]

As in, within the hour.

Comments

Re: [Action]

[bigdaddydragon]

You have nothing to fear, Sam.

[His tone is gentle, an attempt at reassuring even as it still sounds like a growl. It was just the nature of predacons sadly.

Once she's settled and holding on, Predaking lifts himself up again, wings spreading and with a hard flap down and a push off the ground, he takes to the air. For a moment it's all straight up, the beast king climbing higher to be able to soar easier and once he's reached the height he's aiming for his wings spread out completely and he dips down just slightly to glide off in the direction of the river.]

You are well, small one?

Re: [Action]

[10_20_15_5_50]

I do believe that. I just... haven't had a whole lot to do with heights.

[Even if Predaking can't see her, Sam smiles. Whatever his assurance sounds like, she sees his intent. The dragon may be a most formidable figure, but he's proven himself nothing if not exceptionally courteous... and kind.]

[Though she holds hard (and mouths 'hail Mary' as they ascend) Sam sounds almost at ease answering---almost, because this is incredible, and 'at ease' isn't 'awed'.]

Very well, now that I know what I ought to expect!

[Incredible? This is amazing.]