The northern sky remained covered by dense clouds as Strax traversed the icy winds at a moderate speed. Unlike his usual flight, cutting across continents in minutes or disappearing beyond the horizon like a living arrow, at this moment he maintained a tranquil, almost lazy pace. His enormous silvery-white wings moved steadily through the air currents, supporting them both above the frozen plains that stretched as far as the eye could see.
The reason for this slowness lay clinging to his back.
Vex.
The small dragon sat among the scales near the base of his neck, holding on tightly as she observed the world below. A few hours earlier she had seemed like an unstoppable little hurricane, running from side to side, asking questions incessantly and consuming enough energy to power an entire city.
Now, however, the situation was completely different.
She was still lively.
She was still curious.
She still asked questions.
