The dragon dropped.
Wind slammed into Raizen's face. The branch rushed over them so close he could've sworn he felt leaves brush his hair.
Then they were past it, plunging deeper into the bluish darkness.
Raizen sucked in a breath and realized his arms had tightened around Elin without him noticing.
She didn't react in any way.
Alan exhaled hard in the claw.
"Good" he said. "Good. Keep that height. Now forward, but slow. There's an arch."
"An arch?" Elin repeated, unimpressed.
"Bridge arch" Alan clarified. "A big one. Old wood. Wide curve. You hit it, you'll peel your dragon like fruit."
The dragon let out a low, offended rumble.
Elin's lips pressed into a line.
"Your city is ridiculous" she muttered.
"It's trees. We did our best." Alan said. "And we didn't grow them."
Then he made a risky move. "Or… Try to modify them with our Eon."
Elin's back tensed, but she didn't react.
