Riding on Angelica's back was like being in the backseat of a family car, with a careful, if slightly overcautious driver in the front seat.
She understood what her speed meant for her passengers, adjusting her wings to shield us from the wind and other hazards. She cared about our comfort, gliding gently and guiding us through views she thought we'd enjoy.
She was truly an angel, through and through.
Because of her, I thought riding dragons was fun and safe.
Flying on the North Dragon's back, I quickly realized how much Angie had spoiled me.
The beast was unruly. Its movements were sharp, reactive.
It flew so fast that the wind could cut my skin, despite my level and the defense Anna granted me through her Gift.
Worse, all the other passengers had wings of their own and dozens of levels over me, leaving me the only one calculating my chances of surviving a fall with every dive and evasive maneuver.
Elizabeth: "Careful. It'd be a tragedy if you were to fall."
