The Precipice

This is the best part of the morning. First light, just breaking the horizon. I close my eyes,  the light breaking on to my face. My full trust that Thrakena will keep me safe. 

It’s cold and clear up here. The light feels like fire on my face. There is silence, only broken by the gentle whoosh of my beasts great wings. Holding us steady in the air. She too holds an appreciation of the coming light. The heat suits her fire nature. We are one when we fly. My legs working a rhythm with her muscles. After all this time it has become an effortless union. We can read each other in subtle shifts, nudges. She has a rich, warm cinnamon smell, it fills my nose and warms me as I lean my head against her broad neck. Feeling the sinew strain against my thighs as she pushes cooly upward. 

It had been too long since we had just flown for fun. I needed this moment. Freedom, with the one creature I could trust. My hair blows back behind me and Thrakena takes a steep drop- it feels like a free fall. I hug in closer, my heart beating hard against my chest. The sting of the frigid air against my cheek. My breath quickens, A delicious tension exists between my body and her’s. Knowing when to lean into and away from each other. Another massive thrust with her hind legs and we once again burst upward through the light gossamer clouds to meet the light coming over the horizon. “Hold steady for me, will you?” My companion aquiesces, slowing the beat of her massive leathery wings once again, to allow us to hover in the light, stolen time.

We only have but a moment left. I push into her harder, “I don’t want to go.” She turns her head toward me. I see the emerald brilliance of her eye, clear and wise. She nods ever so slightly. 

Burying my face in the soft leather of her large scales. “Not yet may friend. This is pure magic, soul filling freedom.”

She dives into a subjacent trajectory. I hold my breath, keeping my eyes closed against the stinging wind. I hear the ringing in my ears, the sound starts from far away, begins to fill my head. 

Deep inside I feel my soul begin to split. “No not yet.” I plead to the air, Thrakena picking up speed as we descend. 

The ringing gets louder as we go faster. The time has come, it must begin.