Barclay & Ashton & Kaden
There was a lurch in Barclay's stomach when they left the ground, his body panicking about that. His eyes widened, his arms and legs tightening their hold on the sleek dragon. When Ashton said he disliked weres, Barclay didn't respond, simply focusing on holding on.
Soon, however, he realized that Ashton knew what he was doing. It was like flying in a dream: easy and swift, the pale sunlight of the morning carressing them both. Up here, the world was small. Briefly, Barclay wished he knew how to fly.
The wind whipped through his hair. Slowly, Barclay loosened his hold, letting the joy that he felt overcome his body - something that rarely happened. Barclay felt things, of course, but they rarely made it to the surface. This time, Barclay lifted his fists up in the air, holding on with his knees. He let out an earnest, high-pitched: "Woo-hoo!"