The Dragon Rider and the Prince || conor-mcginness
"Whoo-hoo!"
Books let out a loud whoop of excitement as she soared through the clouds atop her dragon Celtore. The sleek black dragon wore an almost identical grin of elation, gurgling with excitement as he sharply pulled his wings in and banked steeply, twisting into a swift barrel roll before dropping into a nosedive towards the forest below.
"Here we gooooo!" Books grinned, gripping the edge of her saddle for dear life. Abruptly, Celtore pulled out of the dive, his wings just skimming the tips of the treetops. He quickly eased into a more leisurely flight, cocking his head back to glance at his rider.
"Ha, excellent work, buddy!" Books laughed, leaning forward to pat Celtore's neck. The dragon growled happily in response and gently wheeled around to head back to their town.