Caradoc
Caradoc was glad to be in the air, he much preferred the tactical advantage it gave him over their enemies. And he was all too glad to be up away from all the dangers that lay on the ground, though he worried for Felix despite the assurances they'd made for one another the day before - he couldn't help it.
Though he didn't let his worry distract him. There were far too many opponents for his attention to be anywhere but on the situation at hand. There was a slight thrill at being able to fly with the dragons in their midst and Caradoc moved through their practiced formations and drills, no longer practice though.
Though he didn't escape the day unscathed, his arm caught a particularly good hex at one point and it wasn't until he had solid ground under his feet again that he realized the extent of the damage done - the bone broken. He needed to find Felix though as he'd promised, his arm wasn't going to kill him after all.