Riding the skiesHigher! Higher!Riding the skies by TheBlindAlchemist
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The warm summer wind brushed her hair, and there was nothing but blue sky above her. She rode the skies like she was born to do, her heart exploding from excitement and her body light, so light...
It was a glorious day and the sun was shining bright, turning her silver hair into a magnificent white crown. And she felt the queen of the skies, even if the wings did not belong to her. The beast that took her on its back had the vibrant colors of fire, yellow and orange and red, and the girl commanded it with the skills with which she would someday command fire itself. Just one touch and the beast flexed to the right. She adjusted her posture and distributed her weight on the animal accordingly. Yes, she knew it. The skies belonged to her, and in no time, there would be no better sky rider than herself.
Taking a rising drift of warm air, she flew higher. “Higher! Higher!” she told the dragonhawk, and so it brought her closer to the sun and further away fro