"Oh, that hardly seems like a fair competition," Caelidorus answered, grinning toothily. "You face the proven champion of a belligerent clan of warriors skilled enough to be champions of lesser clans, veteran of well over a century of warfare, and with the ability to spit deadly bolts of lightning out of his face. Though what if there isn't anything to fight in there?"
"Not to mention quite full of himself and prone to angry outbursts," Forlirn remarked.
"Enjoyable, I'd take it," Caelidorus said quietly, glancing back toward Frilarth. "Though not the best attitude to take when needing to get things done."
"The feeling of flight is truly like no other," Forlirn said with a light nod. "To take to the air is to feel freedom, to feel like one can simply take every part of one's life and leave it behind for new horizons. It is a powerful feeling indeed."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Frilarth said, blinking and frowning slightly at his shortsightedness. "Though if you fell, I'd make sure to catch you before you hit the ground. Dragons can dive pretty fast."
The next hour or so was rather uneventful. The vast majority of the land was a featureless expanse of white, broken only by mountain peaks and the occasional twisted, windswept tree. Eventually, Forlirn began descending as a large, dark chasm appeared in the snow.
"Here we are..."
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