Midz-Aset dropped his scaly nose, drew in his wings, and dove; she held on for dear life. “Too fast! Too fast!”
His laugh boomed in her ears along with the wind. “This is the fun part!”
“It won’t be fun if I fall off and die!” Her fear was naked in her voice, and he leveled off, slowed down.
“Silly girl, you wouldn’t die; I would catch you.”
Though calmer, she was still holding on tightly. “Catch me? How?”
Again his laughter boomed. “In my teeth! Don’t worry, I’m very good at it. I probably wouldn’t hurt you at all.”