Zaid was silent a moment, but he slowly peered over his shoulder at the rider. He was a young dragon. Fire lived in his mind and in his temper, even if it evaded his chest. It took little on the sore subject of flying to get under his thick skin.

He twisted around and brought his head down, this time less than a foot from Amery's face.

Amery could not swim. Zaid could not fly. They were both condemned to the ground of the earth.

Except Amery was a rider. He had flown. He knew the feel of the sky.

Zaid's voice went low and soft. A rumble of a sound deep in his throat as the words came out.

"Flying... What is it like?"