It was perfect weather for flying. And after spending so much time roving stealthily through the deep caverns in the underground the crimson-scaled dragoness was finding incredible joy feeling the thermals carrying her up into the heavens. She made it look so effortless, spreading her phalanges wide and shifting her wings ever-so-subtly to change her direction.
The summer sun radiated down over the forest, the blazing heat tempered only by the strong breeze that pulled fluffy clouds over the mountains. It was raining on the peaks, the evergreen forest a damp green that Drache could smell even from here. But over the lake with Myrken Town in sight and the forest stretching out all around she didn't have any wet weather to concern her. Bursting through the occasional low-hanging cloud wasn't enough to hurt her, the moisture evaporating from her scales in wisps of white.
It felt good to stretch her wings, and unlike many of those beings who were capable of using magic for the most mundane of things, the half-dragon didn't fall into the cycle of laziness that commonly affected the sorcerously-inclined. Her heart starting to hammer excitedly in her chest, she broke the serene glide of her wings and flapped. Faster, and faster she flew, a red streak across the blue sky. And then she tilted her wings at an angle and shot straight up into the sky, a bestial scream tearing from her golden throat.
The horizon spun over as Drache performed an Immelmann, arcing over backwards in the direction she'd just come and rolling over so that once again her belly was facing the ground. And that was just the beginning. Within a flew fierce flaps she dived sharply, straining her wings to the limit as she arced and looped and tore across the sky. Smoke from her nostrils and open maw streamed behind her in lines of black and red, growing fluffy as the high winds blew them apart. She was quick, agile, as sinuous and deadly in the air as she was in the deep underground.
One could almost believe that the dragoness was doing battle. Perhaps she was reliving some old dogfight, remembering a time when an ice dragon whose face was bigger than her whole body was closing on her tail. Or maybe she was chasing some prey, stretching her claws forward the clutch at an elusive quarry. Whichever the case, if either, she was clearly enjoying herself and her frolic carried her quite a bit farther from the town than she usually flew.