There was no helping it. Calder was going to throw up anytime soon. Riding on the back of a dragon was definitely his least favourite form of transport if not his least favourite thing ever. He hardly had spoken much since leaving the city which had probably suited Zephyr fine since he was at liberty to talk...something he did best...to Laila.
With as much strength he could muster, Calder fought the urge to vomit and tried to ignore exactly how small everything looked from way up where they were. In fact, he tried to ignore everything below his current eye-level and watched clouds and birds. As a prince he felt this was not a worthy format of travel and as a Fluentan he felt lost without much water surrounding him. It was all below in seas, lakes and rivers. Up here he had very little moisture and not even any rainclouds just yet.
There were birds in the distance and he wondered if there were any rainclouds over there, such were the simple thoughts he had right now. He did also consider a moment the return of his brother shortly before his own converse departure, weighing up some of the things he'd said in conversation and trying to remember something a bit off about him but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Nothing obvious. Of course, it had been a while since he'd spent any good time with Rykas so it was only natural he'd grown and changed a bit.
"We need to land soon or I am going to spoil your dragon's scales, Zephyr"
There was a deep grumble of mild concern at that prospect, reverberating underneath him.