A little drabbleThe sunset's rays glistened off of Zixeawl's scales. The warmth surrounds us with warm arms, and for a moment it feels like we're suspended by invisible ropes. Zixeawl's body is feather light in the air, carrying us higher and higher each time the wind blows.I cling tightly onto his mane, hugging close to his body as the clouds eat us whole; drenched in water; a whole new world. The sky is hot but the clouds are cold. A marvelous Heaven that only can be reached dragon-back.The island looks like a small get-away paradise from up here. I can see the ends of the land, I can see all the low-flying dragons, that look like ants. I can't help but smile, and feel like a queen of the world.