A Grim Homecoming

I love flying on Korran’s back. It’s like I was meant to be here. I can feel the wind blowing, taste the water particles in the air, and feel the coolness of the clouds as we pass through them. I lean back, letting my fingers caress Korran’s back again.

I’m so amazed at how his body is a dichotomy of hard versus soft. The scales are hard as stone. You can feel that they can’t be penetrated, and th