Only a small, lone dragon was wandering the sky over the shores of a small sea. The weather was good, with little clouds covering the orange skies and the bright, hot sun of Saar. The vegetation covering the immense plains was rather humble, with nothing larger than a small tree rising above the ground. The gentle breeze coming from the sea was of no influence to the dragon that lazily circled above a small river cutting the plains in half and later falling into the sea. The dragon lowered himself over time, his wings largely static, only occasionally making a small move to correct his course. In contrast with his rather hin body, the dragon's wings and tail were of consirderable size, with the tail and back covered with a row of small spikes. The reddish lighting of the entire world made it hard to determine the exact colour of it's skin, as it appeared black. Contrary to it's rather predatory appearance, the dragon was in fact herbivorous and was simply taking a look at the bushes growing on the sides of the river.
After a few minutes of descending the dragon finally landed on the ground with a quiet, muffed thud. Just after a few steps with his oddly short legs he spotter a suitable dinner. He didn't not manage to enjoy it for long, however, as shortly after he started to munch the first leaf a pair of roaring abominations flew over his head, forcing him to escape.
The pair of "abominations" was an odd one even without taking the equally odd place into consirderation. A Black Dragon was taking the lead, with it's red engine exhaust almost blending with the surroundings.
- Keeping up so far? - Flora looked back as much as her helmet and seatbelt allowed her to, checking if her companion's Caracal was still on her wing.
