Menarx had never felt slow in his life, he was one of the fastest dragons that walked the Asvarian stronghold, fast enough to go down in history.
His lean, muscular built and curved scales made him more adept at flight than most dragons he knew and his title as King's guard ensured he had lead enough flights in his lifetime that the skies had become much too familiar.
Even the highest altitudes were of no consequence to Menarx, however at this moment, as Menarx headed for Maneward, he suddenly felt he did not move nearly fast enough.
If all things were as he wished, Menarx would already have arrived Maneward in the blink of an eye because every second wasted was a second more apart from Neveah.
It was a silly thought, considering Menarx had spent the past ten days without her and a few seconds more should not have meant anything but Menarx just could not help his anxiety.
